I am not a "one-night stand" kind of guy. Honestly, it's a bit of a weird concept to me to just have sex with no emotional connection at all with your sexual partner, but I don't judge others for their choices. That said, my very first time having sex was almost a one-night stand. But let me describe how events led up to this.
Ellen was someone I barely knew through mutual friends. She was a bit younger than me, still in college while I had graduated a few years before. She had also just been dumped by her long-term boyfriend the day that our mutual friends were having a get-together. Needless to say, she was not in the best emotional state.
As for myself, I had had a girlfriend back in college. It was a short relationship, but one I had been very invested in. We had managed to remain friends and still hung out with each other often. However, she had recently started dating someone new, which put me in a bit of a down mood, as I still found myself attracted to her.
So perhaps it should not be unexpected that two people going through some emotional turmoil might find solace in each other. By pure chance, Ellen and I were seated in the back of the room our friends used as a home theater. With the lights out and everyone focused on the movie we were watching, no one noticed when our hands brushed against each other's, or as over time our fingers entwined. No one noticed when our lips touched as we made out in the back of the room off and on over the course of an hour.
When it was time for everyone to go home, she whispered, "Email me," into my ear before leaving. As soon as I got home, I did exactly that. Both of us were a bit astonished at what had happened. Ellen confessed that she probably should not start a new relationship at that time as she would be leaving the country for an exchange program in about a month and a half, but she would like to anyway if I was okay with it.
I was.
What followed was a lot of emails, some phone calls, and a number of weekends hanging out together. I also got to experience my first Valentine's Day while in a relationship, short though it may have been. We'd go out to eat, or just walk around downtown. We'd hold hands and steal some kisses here and there. Ellen lived with her parents while going to college to save money. I had not yet saved enough income to get my own place after graduating and was living with family as well. Neither of us really had the privacy for anything more to happen, and with the sort of built-in expiration date to the relationship, I wasn't sure if either of us really wanted more to happen.
But things happened anyway.
The day before Ellen's birthday, we had arranged to meet up to get dinner and watch a movie. Thing was, she was housesitting for some people she knew and they were coming back the next day, so she had to stay over there. I showed up in the late afternoon and knocked. The door opened, and there she was. She was wearing capri pants and a simple short sleeve cotton top. She was also barefoot, really only ever wearing socks and shoes when going outside. Her blond hair was pulled back into a tail and her blue eyes shone as she smiled at me.
We went and sat together, holding hands or talking about a variety of things. As time passed, we continued our talking at a nearby restaurant she had chosen, and generally had a wonderful time together. After dinner we went back to the house. When passing by, I saw something a bit weird under my car, but we were headed inside to put on a movie, so I shoved it to the back of my head and forgot about it. As the movie started, we were sitting next to each other on the couch. Soon after it started, our hands came together.
I have to admit that details get fuzzy after that, especially about the movie. My arm went over her shoulders. Her hand on my cheek turned my face to hers and our lips met. I remember periods of making out and then watching the movie, only to be followed by more making out. I remember being hard for a majority of the time. I don't remember exactly when it happened, but near the end of the film Ellen had moved to my lap and as soon as the credits started our lips were locked together for well past the end of the credits. My right hand ran up her back and held her against me, my left moved over her legs, her fingers tangled in my hair. Her tongue flicked rapidly against mine, something so different from what I had been used to when making out with my ex, which was more of a slow rolling of our tongues together. It was different, but not unpleasant in any way.
My hands moved around to the front of her body, caressing her breasts through her bra. Ellen had rather small breasts, which again contrasted starkly with my ex who had had D cups, but even without any direct stimulation, I could easily feel her nipples through the bra as I ran my thumbs over them. She let out a small gasp as I did, but otherwise made no move or encouragement for me to take off her shirt or continue what I was doing. Similarly, sitting on my lap as she was, there was no way she could not feel my cock straining against my pants, but she did nothing in regards to it either. I let my hands just roam around her sides, back, and legs and took pleasure in what we were doing rather than trying to push things further than she was apparently willing to go.
At some point we stopped, the main menu of the DVD having looped over and over again for a while. It was getting late, and the homeowners would be back rather early in the morning, so Ellen felt it was best if we called it a night. She was having a party for her birthday the next day anyway, and I'd see her there along with our other friends.
She walked me to the door. We kissed goodnight. She stood in the door and we waved as I pulled away from the house.
A few blocks away I was reminded about the weird thing I had noticed under my car earlier as the engine began to overheat. It had been a puddle of liquid. Due to the smoke now coming out of the car hood, I realized it had been coolant. Luckily I was still in a residential neighborhood, so I was able to pull over and park the car. I checked under the hood, but it was dark and these were the days I did not yet have a cell phone. Really, I only had one option.
About fifteen minutes later, I knocked on the door to the house I had just left. I had to knock a few times before the porch light turned on and a moment later the door opened halfway. Ellen poked her head out. "Curt?" The door opened the rest of the way and revealed Ellen standing in a long shirt than hung down to her knees. Her hair was loose from the ponytail and a little tousled. I could tell she was no longer wearing her bra as her nipples were hard and making obvious bumps in the shirt.
I apologized and explained what had happened with my car. "Can I use the phone? I can probably get my cousin to come pick me up, though it will likely be an hour or so before he can get here." She invited me in and led me to dining area, turning on a light and showing me the phone.
As I picked it up and started dialing, she put a hand over mine. "It's really late," she said. "Why don't you just sleep here tonight? You can, um, sleep on the couch, and we'll just make sure you are gone before the homeowners get here in the morning." She looked very serious and continued, "You
can't
be here when they get home, okay?"
