Growing Up In Little Pink Houses

My wife was an only child in a semi-rural area where she had a ton of time and space to herself.  I did not. I grew up in a home with six older siblings in a "blended family." My parents had each been widowed with three children. They met in a cancer support group and had me.  You can do the math and call me "Cousin Oliver" because everyone else did.  

This is a long way of saying I had no privacy because some of my older siblings were in and out of home as they went to college, joined the military, looked for jobs, etc. When I left for college at 18, my sister was 25 and divorced and living at home.

My parents seemed to be liberal in everything but sex, drugs and rock and roll. Both were professors and we lived in progressive neighborhood near a major university, but when it came time for "coming of age" they acted like the preacher in Footloose. 

You might think the older siblings might have taught me a thing or two, and I was an expert in slang, and knowing who the porn stars were, without actually being able to watch much.  Oh, I tried Cinemax and the like. 

So my masturbation was furtive, always under covers and always jacking onto my stomach before wiping the evidence off with my underwear or my t-shirt.  Kind of boring but I loved the way it made me feel at the end!

I dated some, and had a few girls play with my cock.  I tried playing with their pussies and may or may not have fingered to climax. Without privacy, at my place, her parents place, or wherever she might be baby-sitting, I thought noises during sex only happened in porn! 

Went off to college and thankfully, it was easier to fuck! Hooked up with a very experienced and patient woman who was also an incoming freshman.  She taught me a lot and her roommate did not last long at school, so she had the time and space to make me her star pupil.  A tall redhead named Angela, she was. She came to college with a box of condoms and I was bound and determined to make sure she needed her aunt to buy her a new box by Homecoming. We did, and also she got a refill at Thanksgiving. 

Then in February, she went home for the Presidents Day weekend and never came back.  Her dad came to get her stuff a few weeks later.  He seemed so upset, I almost wondered if she'd died. Nope, she ran off with a guy from back home she'd been seeing again over Christmas break.  A few months later, she sent me an apology letter of sorts, and also told me she found the Lord, and I should stop being so promiscuous. (She was my only partner for the six months we were together!)

Except maybe she heard something through the Grapevine after she left. Because once she was gone, I had women galore after me, welcoming me to their well-established hook up culture. Although she didn't talk to her floor mates very much, they must have heard us a lot.  I was more than happy to share my newfound talents with several of the other 39 women on her floor! 

For most of the rest of college, I had a series of hookups, many repeat customers, but it was basically scheduling sex on the fly, depending on who was available that day.  I had a class my junior year and the woman next to me seemed familiar and it turned out she was one of my freshman year flings. We probably fucked 5-6 times in a month.  And a few more times that semester.  Amazing to me how casual it was and how no one seemed to mind. I'm sure there were some women in that class who wouldn't have minded taking me for a test drive, but oh well. But if they had been in my other class, we would have gotten it on.  

One time, I had a Friday afternoon class, walked a sophomore elementary ed major to her room, we started fucking, I went to work, came back to her dorm (she never even got dressed), and picked up where I left off. The next morning, she asked if I wanted to go to her parents home, about an hour away. They weren't home that weekend. Or so she thought.  Three climaxes in, her parents returned home before they left to go away for the remainder of the weekend.  They had to have heard us! Nonetheless, we went to her dad's country club for lunch as though it was nothing. Her parents then left for what my "friend" found out later was an _evening_ wedding. But we stayed there and after we got done playing with each other's reproductive organs, her sister and her boyfriend popped in and had a few people over.  20 people in the house by 7pm, one of whom was being sucked off by my "date" and next thing I know, I'm in bed with her 18 year old sister.  Then we drove back Sunday morning and made out until her roommate returned. 

Such was college life in the 90s. 

After graduation, I tried to play around with women out of college but had little success.  I turned to online forums and met a few cock-hungry 20-somethings.  Most of them seemed to be husband-hunting, it was just a matter of when they stopped offering the free trial version of a regular sex life. 

Then I met Beth, who opened up my eyes to "quality sex" as opposed to the "quantity sex" I'd experienced almost nonstop for five years... she was the kinkiest woman I'd ever met, until she inadvertently helped me meet my wife....

We'll cover that in part 3....