Booty Call Story

This is an adult dating story, my online dating experience. About meeting people through online dating. Ok so here's my story about my first sexual experience, when I was a virgin.. that ended up leading to a permanent booty call. When I was younger, I felt like I could hold out until marriage. That way you "know" if the other person loves you and whatever. As soon as I realized that wasn't going to get me anywhere in life, I decided to go to NYC and meet this guy I had talked to online before. He seemed like a cool guy because he was in college and a few years older than me. He had been to different places in the world like England, other parts of Europe, and India. So he seemed smart and like someone who had a lot of experience (not just sex). This was maybe the second time I met him in person. It's always weird meeting people from online in person because you have this idea of them but that doesn't necessarily hold true in person. Upon meeting him, I thought he was skinny and short and totally not attractive but since he had a penis, I could deal with it. Besides, what did I know, I was a virgin. So anyway, the first thing we do when we get to his tiny apartment is kiss and take each other's clothes off. We're in his parents' room because they are out and their bed is huge. I always thought that was kind of weird - having sex on your parents bed. He gets on top of me but not IN me and everything feels right. I also had a crush on this guy so it seemed so perfect. Anyway, it was agreed that he was going to have sex with me and the first time is supposed to hurt like hell, isn't it. Except it's not this scraping your knees on the pavement for a half-mile kind of pain that this classmate of mine said. It was quite bearable and all I could think of was that I'm finally getting laid. With a guy I liked. We tried a bunch of positions and I kept track of time because there was a huge alarm clock by the bed. It lasted twenty minutes but I believe that included foreplay. Since I was spending the night, he had to be nice to me. He offered me stale Doritos and flat, room-temperature Coke. Man, I was such a winner. After all that, I thought I had to be some sort of responsible housewife and clean up after my mess. There wasn't a whole bunch of blood at all. Only a spot on the sheets and I started freaking out and tried to get the bloodstain out. Although, in retrospect, why the hell should I care. I never asked him what he was going to do about it after his parents came back. I figure he was smart enough to get them new sheets. For the years after that, we used each other for booty calls from time to time. When I was in-between boyfriends, I found out that the reality is that this guy was an awful lay. He did everything too fast and he lasts less than a minute. I guess when you start out at the very bottom, sex can only get better for you. Now I have this awesome boyfriend who can last forever and we have sex like mad rabbits every day.