The Story of a Boy
A few years ago, I spent a lovely day with a boy that I had been eyeing from afar for several months. One of my friends told him I thought he was cute, and he asked me out. He didn't have any plans, but I was excited to just hang around.
We went to Dahlonega (an old gold-mining town that is now a touristy college town) and went through the shops, then drove around for a bit, just talking about nothing in particular. I showed off my badass driving skills by whipping through S-curves on two-lane roads at about 60 miles per hour. When we got back to my apartment complex, we hung out by the pool and by the lake for a bit. It was pretty chill, I would say.
Day turned into night, and somehow our dialogue took a bizarre turn. He mentioned that, even though he had no interest in women sexually, he really loved to eat a girl out.
When the end of the night finally came and he was ready to go, he leaned in for a kiss. All I could imagine was having a vagina thrust into my face, its hairy lips enveloping my own as I desperately struggled to break free.
It didn't work out between us.
We went to Dahlonega (an old gold-mining town that is now a touristy college town) and went through the shops, then drove around for a bit, just talking about nothing in particular. I showed off my badass driving skills by whipping through S-curves on two-lane roads at about 60 miles per hour. When we got back to my apartment complex, we hung out by the pool and by the lake for a bit. It was pretty chill, I would say.
Day turned into night, and somehow our dialogue took a bizarre turn. He mentioned that, even though he had no interest in women sexually, he really loved to eat a girl out.
When the end of the night finally came and he was ready to go, he leaned in for a kiss. All I could imagine was having a vagina thrust into my face, its hairy lips enveloping my own as I desperately struggled to break free.
It didn't work out between us.