Cherries Taste Better When Someone Else Plucks Them!
Since we're coming to the end of April and I didn't even meet half of the GBBMC quota that I wanted to, I thought I'd make today the day to talk about the one time I plucked a dude's cherry...or whatever they call it when you de-flower something with a penis. While this story is only a little graphic, I still want to warn you that this is not the most PG post that ever lived on Snackie Street. Right, I know that most of my posts aren't but this is a different kind of naughtiness so I thought you should be warned!
Let's get to the plucka-lucka-ding-dong now, shall we?
Picture it: Modesto, California, somewhere in the late 90's. For those of you not familiar with California's vast geographical map, Modesto is a small central California town where there is just not a lot to do. At the time, I was still in nursing school and was a Certified Nurses Assistant at a retirement home. Oh the joys. It was there that I met Bobby.
"Bobby, I think I've got propane in my urethra."
Uh anyway, Bobby was fresh out of high school, a little bit geeky, a little bit naive and a whole lot of virgin. He was my buddy at work even though he was a good 10 years younger than I. We'd always hang out but there was always that flirty thing that I really pictured going nowhere cause he was only 18...gasp! But as time moved forward, I'd spend my time charting in the dark rec room lying down with my head on his lap...picture Grey's Anatomy but so not even close to that cool. He'd play with my hair and we'd talk but it never went further than that.
Oh and did I mention that his mom was my charge nurse? Ahem.
One day, a bunch of people from work were helping me move into a new apartnemt and Bobby was one of them. As a "thank you", I made sure that everyone was plied with lots of pizza and booze. Because I knew Bobby's mom, I did not let him have shit to drink but yanno how it goes...somewhere somehow the kid got into the booze. (I laugh that I am now calling him "the kid"). Once everyone was pretty lit and doing their own thing like playing cards or Sonic the Hedgehog, I went into my room with a few folks to smoke a bowl and chit chat. Soon Bobby followed us in and the night progressed.
By the time everyone left and there was no way in hell I was going to drive Bobby anywhere, we just laid down on my bed to talk or whatever. Keep in mind that I really had no idea anything was going to happen even at this pont. Suddenly a conversation was brewing about crushes and kissing and before I knew it, Bobby had clamped his mouth onto mine and was sweeping me away with the passion of his youth. At that moment, I thought, "Fuck it...I'm taking a young boy's virginity tonight!".
I should have realized that those words would live to haunt me.
Here's how it went...hot and heavy kissing (mmm, yum), more hot and heavy petting (mmm, double yum, I've got a young stud into me), a little awkwardness at the nipple licking (hrmmm, well I can teach him) and then it happened. He got on top of me, stuck his dick between in the fold between my thigh and actual vagina, moved up a down a bit, told me how good it felt to be inside of me, and just as I started to tell him that he was fucking my leg, he came. Then he fell to the side of me and immediately started snoring.
And that's what it's like to take a young man's special little gift.
If you think this story ended abruptly, then imagine what it was like that night. I left feeling exactly like this.
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DYING!
That's like sitcom material!
Um, so....yeah. I, too, deflowered an 18 year old virgin, but...yeah, didn't quite end like that.
There was no sleeping for at least an hour. And this was AFTER all the preliminary stuff. Um, yeah.
Was. NOT. disappointed.
Posted by: adena | Tuesday, April 29, 2008 at 05:28 PM
Did you ever tell Bobby what really happened? And what was the atmosphere like at work afterward?
Posted by: SJ | Tuesday, April 29, 2008 at 05:40 PM
HAHAHAHAHA ... so funny to know he only thought he lost his virginity that night. HAHAHAHA!
Posted by: MB | Tuesday, April 29, 2008 at 05:46 PM
Hehee! That is both truly hilarious and sad all at the same time.
Posted by: Decepticrat | Tuesday, April 29, 2008 at 05:55 PM
I literally just went "HA!" out loud in my apartment.
Posted by: sizzle | Tuesday, April 29, 2008 at 06:04 PM
Holy shit. Somewhere in the outer regions of the PRB, I was picturing Bobby writing about his first time in the most glowing terms. "She was awesome. She was so hot. She was an older woman."
Posted by: Shelli | Tuesday, April 29, 2008 at 06:05 PM
**snort** Exactly the way the middle-aged wife described her first experience. **snort**
Posted by: Rick | Tuesday, April 29, 2008 at 06:05 PM
Er... wasn't he technically still a virgin? You got a cherry stem... the actual cherry escaped you. :-)
Posted by: Dave2 | Tuesday, April 29, 2008 at 06:22 PM
LMAO @ Dave2. I've had a few 18 year olds. No virgins. Every 18 year old I ever had was more experienced than me. Even when I was 10 years older. I think it's cause I had the hot guys. The ones who have been studs since they were 13. Most of them had been with at least 1 woman older than me. Sheesh. I dunno. Maybe it's just that Salinas is a more progressive town than Modesto.
Posted by: Winter | Tuesday, April 29, 2008 at 06:55 PM
That is fucking hysterical. Poor guy... I wonder if he thinks you enjoyed it.
Posted by: kim | Tuesday, April 29, 2008 at 07:15 PM
hahahaha...
you reckon I lightbulb went off when he "did" it for real???
Posted by: Nat | Tuesday, April 29, 2008 at 07:32 PM
Leg love...apparently not just for dogs. Too funny.
Posted by: Foo | Tuesday, April 29, 2008 at 08:40 PM
Too funny! I also had a brief encounter with an 18 year old virgin when I was about 22. He told everyone how amazing I was, probably because the job was accomplished in about 3 seconds!
Posted by: floatingprincess | Tuesday, April 29, 2008 at 09:13 PM
Oh my goodness...that was hilarious! I'm also curious of the questions SJ asked..
Posted by: Glenda | Tuesday, April 29, 2008 at 09:38 PM
Heh, what a studly guy. So I'm taking it that you never followed up with a second try?
Posted by: Karl | Tuesday, April 29, 2008 at 09:48 PM
So how was it with the young CEO of MiniClips worth $23M? Kicking yourself now, are we?
Posted by: whall | Tuesday, April 29, 2008 at 10:35 PM
Your subject line (& the story itself) was a hoot!
My ex-fiance was a (29-year-old) virgin when we met. He made a much better showing for his first performance than poor Bobby.
Posted by: Sharon | Tuesday, April 29, 2008 at 10:35 PM
Ahh, those young 'uns: big on enthusiasm, FAIL on technique.
Posted by: Iron Fist | Tuesday, April 29, 2008 at 11:18 PM
Ah, the old fake vagina trick. Gets them every time.
Posted by: Avitable | Wednesday, April 30, 2008 at 05:25 AM
Hee hee hee - i'm sure he will remember you fondly. that's the funniest story I've heard in a long time.
Posted by: CuriosityKiller | Wednesday, April 30, 2008 at 06:14 AM
Too funny! I love that you shared this story. I have a very similar one, which makes me question which time was my first time. I count both because the first one was like yours but I'd rather count that one than the next one which was with a guy entirely too old to have been with me.
Posted by: tori | Wednesday, April 30, 2008 at 06:21 AM
haha, that's classic!
Posted by: furiousball | Wednesday, April 30, 2008 at 08:16 AM
LOL. Yes, that was good for me too. ; ) I don't even remember the details of losing my cherry which in reality probably wasn't carried out with much more finess than Bobby...yet somehow, I suddenly feel a little better about it. ; )
Posted by: John | Wednesday, April 30, 2008 at 10:55 AM
I lived in Modesto for two years in the mid-'80s. It's impossible to have good sex there.
Posted by: SwanShadow | Wednesday, April 30, 2008 at 12:09 PM
hahahahahahahahahahahahaha
OH my God.
That SO does not count!
I know. I've done it... er... a few times. (The de-plucking that it is)
Posted by: Miss Britt | Wednesday, April 30, 2008 at 12:40 PM
OMG LOLOLOLOLOLOL!
This is eerily familiar--except I was a raucous 20 and he was 18. And I had to struggle mightily not to laugh.
Posted by: Turnbaby | Wednesday, April 30, 2008 at 01:28 PM
Great story. Definitely not a "happy ending" for Hilly.
I've done a Bobby ending, but not into a fold of skin, but into a fold of a blanket. First time doesn't always go off like it's supposed to, even with instructional guides like porn and skin rags. Good thing it gets better with practice.
Posted by: Marty Mankins | Wednesday, April 30, 2008 at 02:20 PM
I'm glad you shared that story. That is just too funny. At least you got to lay your head in his lap while he played with your hair.
Posted by: student teacher | Wednesday, April 30, 2008 at 02:46 PM
Bwahahahahaha!
I hope you drew him a map before he moved on to the next chick.
Posted by: Stacey | Wednesday, April 30, 2008 at 06:03 PM