Sleeping with a Friend

"The course of true love never did run smooth" A Midsummer Nights Dream/ Act 1/ Scene 1 Williams Shakespeare I never realized how true to life this line actually was for me, but boy was I in for a treat. My love life hasn't been the easiest path for me to travel, it's mainly consisted of pot holes, bees nests, road kill, and s**t. I just came across too many assholes in my life. To give you a better idea of what I'm talking about, let me give you a crash course. John would have been my first. Truthfully, I liked the guy who was my first. This is about my bad experiences so let me press on. John was a nice sweet guy at first. John had light brown hair, and light eyes, average build, kind of jock like. He was a good kisser too. He would sweet talk me into s****l activities. Although, the most that I had done so far were hand jobs, and that's pretty much all he got. What do you expect. I was only in high school. And Catholic school doesn't give you a crash course, not like the porn industry. That's the best place to learn. Many days I would find myself over his house, after he picked me up from school. We would lounge around on the couch and watched TV. He would always end up sliding his hand up my uniform and finger me, but I know for a fact that I never came. His fingers felt great and rubbed in places I never new could feel so good. Rubbing his c**k against my damp panties as I would lay on his couch, with my legs spread completely apart. A few times he would slip himself in through my panties. Of course I moaned in pleasure, and that's when I realized that I was so good at faking an orgasm. After we had started dating did I find out the his previous girlfriend found out she was pregnant prior to their break up. He persuaded her into getting an abortion. WOW! Let's just say, that relationship didn't last long after finding out about that hidden gem. But he was only the beginning, and the tip of the iceberg. Alex, who was my first blow job ever! He was a little Italian with dark hair, dark eyes, and dressed like a skate boarder. He wore baggy jeans, baggy t-shirts with his vans sneakers. You NEVER forget your first, whether good or bad. Okay, so when I was in my early stages of s****l curiosity, I was afraid to look at a p***s. Hey now, I was shy, naïve and a bit introverted. Needless to say a bunch of friends were over someone's house, and me and Alex left to go into another room to be alone. We ended up in the living room. So he's sitting on the couch and I'm planted in front of him on my knees in pitch blackness. I had NO idea what the hell I was even doing, but from watching porn movies I figured I had this and how difficult could it be. I only feared about whether to spit or swallow. Thinking that he would be considerate enough, because it was my first time, I ask him to let me know when he would c*m, so I could get a tissue or paper towel to spit it into. He agreed and nodded at me. I opened my mouth and felt his soft skin on my tongue. I sucked on it like a lollipop. The moment I started to taste his c*m, I realized that he erupted and didn't give me a warning. He ejaculated a mouthful. I stumbled in the dark to make it to the kitchen so I could spit it out in the sink. All I could hear was him laughing at me. I could feel anger and heat building up inside of me. Never again was I going to let this happen. So, the following weekend we ended up hanging out again, and finding ourselves alone together again. I unzipped his pants, and started to suck his c**k once again. Hearing his moans and groans begin, I knew that he wouldn't inform me this time either that he was about to explode in my mouth again, but I still didn't swallow, nor did I spit. I held it in my mouth. He didn't bother to ask if I swallowed, and showed no sign of concern where it went. I smiled and started to lean in to give him a kiss, but with a surprise! I think it was his first time tasting it himself. We broke up shortly there after. Kendrick was the first guy I pegged. He was a total hippy, with his dark hair, olive complextion, and dark eyes. He his own band, and wicked dread locks. He enjoyed his sixty nines A LOT! it started right after a party he hosted. We went to his room for s*x. I was still naïve, but did have a little experience under my belt by now. Having lost my virginity and watching more porn. But when I felt his fingers going towards me asshole, I pushed him in the direction of where I thought they should have been going to, the "right" hole. But then, he kept leading my hand and fingers towards his ass hole, which totally blew my mind, and to me was a forbidden zone. He would say, "Go ahead, I want it. Slip those fingers into my ass." So with tongue and fingers I gave it my best. He had c*m, but I didn't. Only afterwards, as he sat completely focused on a video game that he told me that I had made him (his words not mine), "sexually free". Yeah right. Rick was another one to top the shithead pile. He was the friend of a friend of a friend. With his shaved head, light blue eyes, his was toned and well built. So when I was introduced to him, I was aware that he had children. We fooled around like jack rabbits and f****d for a while. We had s*x everywhere! In the car, outside in the grass, on his mom's basement floor... He told me that he loved me. Of course I didn't believe it because of his current situation, but as naïve as I was, I didn't know someone could be in love with someone so fast. He had c*m every time, but I never did. What I wasn't aware of was that he had no job, had been living with his mom, had no phone to contact, and owed so much in back child support he had a warrant out for his arrest. So, really I had no way to get a hold of him, unless I went to the local dive bar. I hadn't bothered to try to get a hold of him, because he hadn't bothered to try to get a hold of me. But one night out of the blue I got a phone call, and it was him. He wanted me to meet him at this hotel because his mom had kicked him out of the house. Once I got to the hotel, I still wanted to be the girl he said he loved. So I tried to be sweet and cute for him. He embraced me in a hug and a kiss and told me how much he had missed me. But as we laid on the bed, holding hands, he uttered the words, "You know, I thought that we were done. You hadn't tried to see me or get a hold of me, and it broke my heart. But the other night at the bar, a girl gave me head in the men's room to make me feel better." I couldn't think of a single thing to say. I just gather my s**t and left. Starting college I thought I had my impulses under control and I would enter into the land of opportunity and willingness from possible partners. Safely of course! I had a little more experience under my belt and this was a fresh new start, only positive things. I was mistaken. Which leads me to my next episode... Patrick was a laid back and easy going guy. Red hair, light eyes, short but dorky. He was a part of my first threesome. We had many things in common, but he had a girlfriend. He never came out and said that he had one, but he never felt that he was at liberty to volunteer that information on his own either. But what DID come up in conversation was talk about having a threesome. Now, at the time, this was something I had scribbled into my bucket list of things to do before I departed this world. So one night I meet up with him and his girlfriend. They all stayed in one house with like eight other people, they all paid rent, but it saved them from having to live in the dorms. That night we were going to test the waters of the threesome. Little did I know, this wasn't going to be anything like how the porn movies play out threesomes to be. I felt like a band leader, directing the musicians to play at the right tempo. I did all the work. I got everyone to undress. I got everyone to kiss. I sucked her t**s and licked her p***y. I even sucked his c**k. But what did I get out of this you ask? Well, I got stuck on the edge of the bed, master bating while I watched them f**k right in front of me. They both had c*m, but I didn't. The only thing I got from that experience was a rumor from one of his roommates girlfriends saying I was a slut and a w***e. Sorry, correction, that I was a c**k sucking w***e. Needless to say, it hurt now that everyone referred to me as the c**k sucking w***e. I was hopeless. None of the guys on campus wanted anything to do with the c**k sucking w***e, and the ones that did... let's just say I was hopeless. I was wounded, and this is when I started building up a hard shell to cover my heart. If no one could get in to touch it, I would never be hurt again. You know, the frats and the sororities, once I got to college, were a bit overrated. I tended to be a bit of a loner and didn't fit into the cliques. One thing that was a constant in my life was my friend from high school Kelly. She was on the crazy side of life and willing to go out of her way to try new things. She was able to get me into parties, but I guess when I look back on it I was her DUFF. You know, the designated ugly fat friend, like the movie. if you haven't seen it, I would definitely recommend it. Entertaining and valuable life lesson to learn. Kelly was drop dead gorgeous. She was blond, green eyed, and she knew she had a body only created for sin. A free spirit who usually was the life of the party, and would end up with some of the hottest men I had ever seen. I'll admit it, I was jealous. Me on the other hand, I was curvy, freckled faced, green eyed, tomboy, with dyed red hair. Truthfully by college, I had no idea what my natural color hair was, nor did any of my hair colors match the carpet. My hair was every color of the rainbow. One particular night she told me that there is going to be this killer party, and she nudges me to tag along. Since I was labeled the "campus slut", why the hell would I not want to go? At this point in my life I had no fashion sense, and usually wear men's vintage band t-shirts and Dickies. I realized that the 2000's was not my era to shine. But, we get to this party, and I get a drink and find the corner of the room where I can plant myself roots and be out of everybody's way. Although this party was no exception. I still heard the girls utter under their breath about me being a w***e, and the guys looking at me like they may have a chance to score. When I had found my corner I noticed this guy had already stolen it. He was WAY too hot to be seated in the corner away from all the drunken available ladies. He would have been totally out of my league, but I wasn't trying to impress and didn't care what I said or did. "You stole my spot dude." This wide eyed country boy looked at me with scared puppy dog eyes, but then turned confused because I didn't think he heard me. Since I didn't think her heard me the first time I figured that I needed to make it clearer for him to understand. "Look, the corners of these places are the best! No one bumps into you, no one spills your drink, and since no one approaches me for conversation, I'm not in anyone's way. So you're in my spot." He was calculating everything I had said in his brain all at once. When he responded with a smile, I assumed that he understood and would move completely, but he just slid to the side. Giving me just enough room to get my ass in the corner with him. "You're more then welcome to join me."He was polite yet completely out of his element of comfort. He reached his hand out to introduce himself. Xander was his name. I looked at his hand briefly, taken back by shock and awe. Did gentlemen still exist? "I'm Charlene. But everyone calls me Charlie." It was weird to have someone to talk to at a party that wasn't a drunken i***t by now. He was easy to talk to, but he himself was a bit of an introvert. He told me he was from somewhere out west and this was his first time being out in the city. As we chatted, we found that we had so much in common. We both loved horror movies, drinking tequila was the devil's brew, one parent was deceased, had half siblings, and had horrible s****l experiences so far in life. He was so shy, which I found hard to believe, because someone looking the way he did had nothing to worry about as to what he said or did. No woman in her right mind would kick him out of bed. He told me that he was a player in high school, but that was small potatoes to college. The more we talked though, he was feeling relaxed and was able to open up more. I told him that he suffered from the ugly duckling syndrome. He was the chubby dork that grew in all the right places, and became the hotness that was seated before me tonight. "So, if you were this big player in high school, why are you sitting in the corner away from the social scene and the ladies?" He readjusted himself in his seat. "Things were easier then. There were ways to get around having to talk to the girls. Schools were small and once one girl knew you, they all did. We played spin the bottle, and seven minutes in heaven to get them to kiss you. But now? I don't know how to approach them. I don't know how to talk to them. I don't know what the hell I'm doing." I had been noticing that he was eyeing up a pretty little thing in the middle of the room, who was surrounded by many large beefy men already. He wasn't the forceful type, and had yet to hone the skill of talking to a hot girl and whisk her away without his high school charm. I could never compete with a girl like that. She knew how to wrap men around her finger, and I think she just turned of age to drink. "So what is that your type? Why the hell are you sitting and talking to me for? I'm the campus slut, didn't you know? I wouldn't want to tarnish your image." He looked confused but, it made me feel better with what he said next. "I don't listen to that kind of shit." He told me that he had heard people talking amongst themselves, that he was aware of what people said. but that he formed his own opinions on contact not on people's rumors. By now, I could see that Kelly was having a bit too much fun, and needed to be escorted from the premises. On occasion, Kelly would get a little out of hand. I would turn on my mom switch, and end up taking care of her the remainder of the night. There was one night, when we had just turned twenty one that I don't remember much of, and that was the only night Kelly took care of me. Tonight though, I had been keeping track of her drinking, and we had gotten to the table dance showing titties stage. So as usual, I calculated my time, and figured I would help out me new found friend at the same time. "You've been looking at her this whole time. Is that your type?" I asked. His watching her was starting to annoy me a little. She looks to have been the hot chick in her high school. Getting everything she ever wanted and always had men fall to her feet. She's a total Marsha. She's the oldest, and Mommy and Daddy are so proud, that they hardly shower heir other kids with the same attention. Her laugh was a little fake and she maybe putting on an act. But, because he had been so great to talk with that night, I planned on doing him a favor. I ordered him to meet me out front in five minutes. Xander looked at me confused, but was willing to give it a try purely out of curiosity . He watched from the corner as I walked up and made my way through the wall of men, and whispered into the ear of the young woman he had drooled over the entire party. He watched her follow me to the door as I was dragging Kelly at my side. "I didn't want to make a big deal about it, but one of those guys slipped something into your drink. Just to play it safe." She tossed her drink into the lawn."You know, us girls have to stick together. No worries, I've got your back. Just like I have this one's... everything."The young woman was so appreciative. "Oh, god thank you so much. I can't believe they would do that. What pigs! I'm Jennifer by the way." I smiled when I saw Xander headed out to the porch right after us, like he was told. Jennifer was a sweet southern girl, deep into the value of family, and most likely God. "I'm Charlie." I continued to smile at the fact that this s**t worked. No need for Xander to think that this was my first time doing this. I played it off like I had been doing this s**t for years. And she didn't need to know that it was a flat out lie now. Did she? "Hey Charlie!", he said as if completely on que as he started to approach us at a fast pace. That pretty young Jennifer took one lok at him, and I could hear her heart flutter and melt as he neared us. Making sure everyone was acquainted with one another. Still holding Kelly up in whatever non-inebriated muscles she had left to stand on, I watched Jaxson and Jennifer walk in the direction of her dorm. I had the sinking feeling this wasn't going to last for either of them, but I felt as though I had done a good thing for someone that night. Xander looked back and waved. I too was somewhat save that night, when Kelly's on again off again boyfriend showed up. RL and Kelly had a toxic relationship, but who was I to judge. Whenever a friend asks you for advice and doesn't take it, don't take that personal, they will see the error in their ways at some point. Good friends are there to help you pick p the pieces."She drunk?" he asked me as though annoyed. But, I looked at him as Kelly dangled in my little arms. "No you ass she's suffering from a bee sting. Of course she's drunk." He rolled his eyes. We had a love hate relationship. He loved Kelly, and I hated the way he treated her and made her cry. Although, she wore her heart on her sleeve. I did to, but mine was shielded by heavy armor. RL picked Kelly up and tossed her over his shoulder and headed back to his room with her. And again... I walked to my room alone. I was surprised to see Xander following me to my room after classes were over the following day. "Hey Charlie!" With his raspy voice, light brown hair, amber green eyes, boyish facial feature, and his muscular tone body was definitely a head turner. I guess because I saw his vulnerable side last night, I didn't find myself stuttering over my words or gawking at his mere presence in front of me, or creaming my pants because he was talking to me. "Hello, Xander."With the sun glaring in my face and the weight of my books in me arms I was struggling to be totally focused on him. He was polite and grabbed some of my books from me and started to carry them. "I wanted to thank you for last night. That was impressive." He was amazed that I was able to make something up on the spot. Even my read about her and her family was right on point! She was the oldest, most popular... But he had a proposition and that's what he was there to discuss. All of the strong silent type s**t worked for him in high school, but this is college! And he didn't know what the f**k he was doing. I was confused at exactly what he was saying. "So things didn't go well with Jen last night?" he lowered his head and shrugged his shoulders. What he was asking was to help you communicate with the opposite s*x? And he actually thought about this! But I didn't think he thought clearly enough. I continued to walk to my room, and he followed like a lost puppy. He looked nervous to be asking in the first place, and everyone who truly knew me would know how I would treat a stray. As I reached my room and opened the door, I lowered my head. "Look, come inside and we can talk over coffee." I invited him in. This was the first time I had a guy in my room. All a few looked passed the rumors, and they were mainly the ones that had no idea what to do with a girl. But, the smell of coffee permeated the kitchen as I poured him a cup, and took out a couple of cubes and iced mine up. He watched me, and looked horrified at the process."Really? That's how you drink you coffee?"I looked at him in disgust. I hopped onto the stool at the table and gave him a serious look. "What made you think I was the "Yoda" to your situation?" I truly found it hard to believe after one night of talking that I was his best prospect. I had never have considered myself an expert at anything. "I know you think I'm crazy for asking, but after talking to you and seeing what you were able to do that night..." I cut him off. What I had done that night was a fluke and I wasn't sure if I would be able to pull it off. But I thought that maybe I could use this to benefit myself as well. Someone like me with my reputation hanging with someone like him, he could convince people with his southern charm that those rumors about me were s**t! He was still trying to convince me telling me that his buddies would have just done it for themselves and thrown him under the bus. " They would have scored for themselves." I put my hand up to him to stop him from talking. It took a lot to try to look passed his hotness as we sat and talked, but I took a deep breath and continued to sip my iced coffee. I convinced myself that he is completely out of my league and I would never have the chance to be with him, but you could gain a friend and help a fellow introvert out. He could also help you mend your reputation. "Okay, I don't know what the f**k I can teach you, but maybe we can help each other. You show me and I show you." He looked confused by my proposal."You want me to show you how to think quick on your feet when it comes to talking with women, but how about helping me with mending my reputation, and help me with research?" Xander's eyes widened as though a light bulb clicked on in his head, he understood what I was asking from him. I wanted to get into a man's head and understand their behavior. Also, I didn't want to be deemed the campus slut any longer. People weren't as receptive as he was at rumors. This could only help with my thesis paper but me. I wasn't just going to interview him, I'm sure he had friends. He reached out his handm and I reached out mine an we shook on it. "What help do you need with men? I thought you were gay." My jaw dropped to the table. He thought I was gay? Not that there was anything wrong with that, but that massive cunt who spread the rumor had turned me into s****l road kill. So no wonder that thought crossed his mind. I laugh about that s**t now, but that was the beginning of an everlasting friendship.