Just Off Center

I've been reading several bloggers' favorite blogs' favorite blogs lately. And having sampled a decent amount of content I have realized that many of the topics people write on tend to be that author's version of someone else's post. It's like a group of women naturally falling into the same menstrual cycle together. One person writes a fun and clever post about how they named their first pet, and then twenty others do the same. By the way, that whole syncronous period thing is just plain freaky. Stop it.

Lately I have seen several posts relating to people's first time having sex with their current partner. So in keeping with this anomaly of non-plagiarism I have decided to write about my first time having sex with my current girlfriend/wife, Nina. As we all know there are at least three sides to every story. This one I'm sure is no exception. There is my side, Nina's side, and the truth*. Since universal wisdom does not necessarily equate to omniscience, I can only offer up the events as I perceived them.

I was a sophomore at Indiana University and it was the Fall of 1995. I was nineteen years old and returning to IU to continue my pursuit of a degree in Vocal Performance. This semester I was to be living in a dorm that was split up between two towers (one boy's and one girl's) with a co-op above the cafeteria in the middle. After a couple months I had managed to annoy my then roommate to the point of moving out when I was out of town one day, leaving me with the whole room to myself. I didn't have a girlfriend, but I did have a regular fuck buddy who desperately considered me her boyfriend. I disliked her company, but then easy pussy is easy pussy.

Through a mutual friend who would end up betraying me (I'll explain another time) I was introduced to a freshman who, unbeknownst to me, had had her eye on me for over a month. She liked that I drank milk in the cafeteria instead of soda and had pretty blue eyes. Several meetings went by where neither she nor I were sure of what, if anything, we would turn out to be. The only thing that was certain was that she wanted me...bad.

Nina and I became friends. She was the social butterfly surrounding herself with a few close girlfriends on her dorm room floor (see this picture) and a gaggle of guy friends from the co-op. Everyone liked her, meaning that there was always alcohol and weed nearby, a quality I've always liked in a woman. As we got closer, I realized that I might have the opportunity to get a good friend and laid as well. Her friends didn't like me, but that was nothing I wasn't used to.

One night when Nina had decided to take a weekend away from being drunk and stoned I got together with her and one of her co-op friends. After about an hour, this guy got a call from some girl who wanted to come over for some bone, so I invited Nina back to my sparsely decorated dorm room to watch Pulp Fiction. I'd seen this movie before several times. What I hadn't seen was Nina topless. So in true undergrad fashion I made a proposal to her: Truth or Dare. Jules was reciting Ezekiel 25:17. I can't recall exactly how this transpired, but after turning down a few preposterous dares Nina was giving me (like running down the hall with my shirt off yelling "I love myself! I love myself!") I told her that the dares had to be performed in the room, and had to be something we would both enjoy. Now if this isn't laying it on thick I don't know what is. But Nina acted totally oblivious.

I dared her to take her top off. Marsellus Wallace was talking to Butch about throwing the fight. To my shock and amazement, Nina complied and was lying on my bed on her front to protect her from showing me her breasts. Fool. After a short period of time had passed, and while Vincent Vega was doing the twist, I made my way over to her to offer her a back rub. Nina told me that she didn't like back rubs from boys because they grab too hard. Thanks for the tip.

After gently massaging her back for a few minutes I started working on her sides. She wasn't fighting me, nor was she assisting. It was a curious situation. Nothing to do here but continue advancing. I somehow managed to get my hands under her, now feeling her breasts for the first time. I couldn't believe that the lame-ass moves I was putting on her had actually worked this well. Nina suddenly turned over, exposing to me to beautiful, voluptuous bosom. I kept working my hands in the general area, hoping not to move too fast and turn her off. Suddenly, it occurred to me to inquire verbally if this was what she wanted. I'm not sure why I asked, but to the day I die I'll never forget her response:

"What do you want?"
"I want you to fuck me."

Yes, ma'am. As young Butch learned of his father's gold watch, I took Nina's jeans and panties off and proceeded to undress myself. Without further ado, I was on top of her in absolute awe of my accomplishment. And Nina seemed to be absolutely loving it. I would come to find out later that she may have "embellished" the intensity of this experience. Whatever, I was screwing this girl for the first time and there are few feelings in the world so pure and wonderful, at least to a sex-obsessed freak. It never occurred to either of us to use a condom. But nothing was transferred or created as a result, so no harm, no foul.

I can't say how long we did it for or even how it ended (you know what I mean). But the end credits were rolling and I was exhausted. Now I was left with the awkward position of having this new friend in my bed, naked and wondering what move to make next. I guess I just laid there silent and detached as I thought about the situation. After a brief moment Nina got up, got dressed and said she's see me "around". Hey wait, chicks aren't supposed to blow me off like that. Wait, I think that's what I wanted. Whatever. I was expecting friends over in about thirty minutes anyway. She let her self out and made her way to the elevator. My friends came over and asked me if that was Nina who was there and if we had just fucked. I of course told them no, that we just watched a movie.

So now she's my wife. Prince Charming I was not, no argument there. But then I've never seen a fairy tale with a Princess Gimmeethatdick either. Strange how things work out. And that's how it first happened between us. There's a world of drama and a Kama Sutra of sexy stories that followed, but that was the first. And no matter how awkward it may have been, or whether she faked even a single moment or the whole thing, I'll still hold it as special and I wouldn't have changed a thing.

*see my side