Janet was laying on her back, knees pulled up and spread wide, feet flat on the bed, while Jason slid his dick in and out of her pussy. They had just started actually screwing, and already her mind was wandering. In all of her more than 19 years, she had never had an orgasm. In fact she wasn't sure that all the talk of orgasms wasn't just hype. Or perhaps, it was just her who was different than everyone else. But she wasn't thinking of that at the moment. She was thinking of other lovers. Other encounters.
Jason was very much like most of her other partners. He had gotten her clothes off and gotten into her before she was ready. Because of that it had hurt a little when he entered her. Guys were usually in such a hurry with her that she started out intercourse with pain. Not usually a lot, but enough to get rid of most of the excitement she had built up with foreplay. If any.
She should be glad that she was in a bed. She thought of her first three lovers. They had screwed her in their cars. Two back seats, one front seat. In and out. Slam, bam, indeed. No, not a thank you. None had called her again. Neither did her fourth lover, who had her on a couch. They were all just trying to get in her pants as quickly as possible, wherever they could. And when she had let them, their mission was done. She was history to them.
Her mind came back to the present momentarily as Jason slipped his arms under her legs at the knees, lifting them up. Her feet rose off the bed and his dick slid a little further into her. It was feeling good now. She could feel him slide in and out, deep within her, the warmth of her arousal spreading through her body.
Perhaps this was like her first time making love in a bed - with her fifth lover. If so it would be over in a few more minutes with an orgasm. But not hers. Mike had given her hopes that he might deserve the term lover, but again, he was in a hurry. He wanted nothing but to satisfy himself, and when he was done he rolled off her, dressed, and ushered her out.
Her next one was again not in a bed. This time was on the floor, and all she got out of it were some carpet burns. A nice encounter compared to the next one. That one was to make her feel slutty.
She thought of that one. It was just last week. A man who worked in her office had finally convinced her to go out for a drink after work. He wasn't her boss, They didn't even work together, just for the same company. So she gave in, even though at 28 he was older than she was interested in. They went for a drink. Since she was only 19 (and a half!) years old, it had to be a non-alcoholic one. That made her feel like a little kid, out with her dad. She started feeling a little sleazy at that point, but somehow he talked her into continuing the evening with dinner. She could feel herself giving in to him, nearly ready to go to bed, as she knew he wanted. But surprising herself, she said no and ended the evening after dinner without any sex between them.
Unfortunately he continued pursuing her at work the next day. The sweet talk worked. By the end of the day they were fucking in a restroom, most of their clothes still on, with him getting satisfied and her feeling degraded and humiliated. It was the lowest she had ever felt about herself.
Jason shifted again. He moved his arms out from under her legs and lowered himself down, taking a nipple into his mouth. Mmm, now this felt even better. She had sensitive nipples. Most guys felt them up and then moved on, leaving her wanting more. She wrapped her legs around his back and drew him in deeper.
But her mind went back to that humiliating fuck in the restroom last week. Last week! She wondered why she was in bed with another man already after that episode. Why was she so quick to get into bed... No, not usually even in bed. She was ready to fuck anywhere her guys wanted her. As soon as they wanted her. She guessed it was simply her love of real men. She loved a man who took charge, who knew what he wanted. She almost laughed at that thought. She knew what they wanted as well, and it was always the same. They wanted to fuck as many women as possible, and she was a willing participant. It didn't sound so good to her at the moment, but she melted when a man like that paid attention to her.
Jason was pounding her now. He had given up on her breast, breathing hard as he thrust his hips hard against her crotch. She could feel his cock head deep inside her. She could also feel it swelling. He was going to cum soon. He thrust forward and paused, holding it as deep inside her as he had ever been. Then he would quickly pull out part way and thrust his hips again, holding his cock deep. He did this a few times before she felt him explode. His cum shot inside her, bathing her insides with several hard shots.
When he had finished he stayed inside her. She felt very, very good at the moment. Satisfied. Happy. Her body felt warm and tingling, But most of her good feelings came from the satisfaction that she had given him joy. She was thinking of this as he rolled off of her, got out of bed, and went into the bathroom. She began wondering if that was enough. She was not thinking of her lack of orgasms, but of her lack of second dates. Maybe she needed to change the kind of guy she went out with. But how could she? She did enjoy sex. Probably a lot of women didn't have orgasms, but they still enjoyed being turned on, the warm tingling sensations, the feel of a man caressing their body, the feel of a hard dick inside of them. Though it would be nice to have a second date with one of them.
So Jason had been pretty good. Perhaps her best so far, though that wasn't saying too much. But if he was very good she wouldn't have been thinking of all of her other guys while he was fucking her, would she? No. And still no second date.
The next day was Sunday, and she went for her usual Sunday run. There at the end of it was Hank, as always. They had met up there every week for the last three months. They ran at different paces so they couldn't run together, but they always met there, then walked over to a nearby cafe for a salad or wrap. Something healthy so as not to negate the effects of the workout they just had,
Hank was a little older than Janet. About 23 or so, she guessed. It was a friendly relationship. Just friends. Unlike every other guy she had a relationship with, he never tried to seduce her. A good thing, she thought, because he was nice and cute. But he wasn't the loud, forceful, take charge kind of guy that she was attracted to. Sexually, that is. She did enjoy talking to him, as friends. They spent an hour or two together after each Sunday run. Actually, their time together had gotten longer the last few weeks. He was fun, and he seemed to enjoy her, too.
At first she thought he might be gay. Why else did he not hit on her? She was a good choice - slightly taller than average, thinner than average, bustier than average, prettier than average. Not a beauty queen, but a good catch for most any guy. And given any time alone with her, men nearly always made a pass at her - except for Hank. But then he talked about a couple of the girls he had dated, and she saw him noticing nice looking women around them. No, he wasn't gay. He just must not be attracted to her. It puzzled her, but she liked it. No pressure. No sexual tension. Just friends.
This particular day was special. Well, at least for Hank. He had gotten a new car, and talked about it a lot. He soon offered her a ride in it, and she of course agreed. It really was a nice one. A sporty little number. She didn't know anything about cars, but she did like the way it looked. And it felt good zipping around in it. He didn't go too fast, but the acceleration was impressive. She just sat back and enjoyed herself.
Hank broke the silence that developed with the noise of the car engine. "I need to stop by my house for just a minute. It's right around the corner here."
"Okay," Janet replied, then realized that he hadn't really asked permission. Not that it mattered. She was having fun.
