Formspring Friday: Quick Hookups

This week’s question brought back fond memories of our carefree single days.


What’s the fastest you’ve gone from meeting someone to sleeping with them?

Jack’s Answer

The fastest I’ve ever gone was probably a couple hours.  I had a few one-night stands in my single days, and most of these were bar pickups.  However, when I was in my early twenties I attended a house party held by a friend’s cousin.  I hit it off well with one of the host’s co-workers and we spent awhile chatting.  Then she gave me head in a spare bedroom.

Although head qualifies as sex in my book, it’s probably not the same as sleeping with someone, which is what the question specifically asked.  Therefore I’ll talk about the first time I picked somebody up in a bar.  I was twenty-one, newly-dumped by someone I really cared about, and feeling somewhat disillusioned.  Also being newly-legal, I’d been regularly visiting bars with friends on the weekends.  I was still living with my parents, and one Tuesday or Thursday night, after a night class, I decided to go to a bar as we had out-of-town family visiting and I didn’t particularly want to see them or socialize with them.

The woman I hooked up with had to have been in her thirties.  She seemed older, mature, even distinguished, but she was probably younger than I am currently.  We sat beside each other at the bar, our legs casually brushing against one another without any conscious effort by either of us.  We made small talk for awhile, about typical topics most of which are long forgotten, but I distinctly remember her telling me that she was trying to get custody of her son, or at least visitation rights.  It wasn’t until I bought her a drink that she told me her name.

After another round, she asked if I wanted to get out of there.  I said yes, and she basically asked me my place or hers, although she didn’t use those exact words.  Hesitant to tell her that I still lived with my parents, I mumbled something half-hearted about having out of town company – which was, of course, 100% true – and asked if we could go to her place.  We did.  If I had to guess, I’d say that the sex began about an hour and a half after she gave me her name, which for the purposes of answering this question would be when I met her, technically.

She wasn’t the best sex I had ever had at that point in my life; likely that distinction goes to a girl I dated casually during my first year of college.  But my one-night stand wasn’t a dead fish by any means; the sex was fun and exciting, and it certainly beat the hell out of going home and masturbating.

Jill’s Answer

Three hours.  When I was around twenty-seven, I went to a club with some friends.  We arrived by eight, were drunk by nine, and shortly thereafter met some guys.  We hung out and danced for awhile, and I had a good time getting to know one of the guys.  Eventually my friends got ready to leave, but I wasn’t ready and he offered to give me a ride home.

Once we were in his car, he asked where I wanted him to take me.  I told him that it was still early, and why didn’t he take me to his place.  (I was enjoying his company, but I really didn’t want him to know where I lived.)  He was visiting from out of town, and staying with friends or relatives.  When we got back to his place, we started making out on the couch, and before long we were tearing each other’s clothes off and vigorously going at it right there in the living room.  At one point I’m pretty sure someone came out to get a glass of water or something while we were having sex.

We fell asleep on the couch, under a blanket.  I woke up sometime later and walked home.  It turns out that his place was just a few blocks from where I was living at the time.

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The Naughty Hangout: Blue Moon

This week, the main theme for The Naughty Hangout was “Isolation”.  We had a couple really good ideas for this theme, but circumstances conspired to prevent us from getting the shots we wanted.  Ultimately, we turned to one of the alternate themes, “Blues”.  We’re pretty sure that this theme refers to the state of being sad, i.e. having the blues; or perhaps the musical genre.  We chose instead to focus on the color blue, which I am demonstrating in a blue top and blue thong.  In our photo, “Blues” refers to the two different hues I’m wearing.

Head over to The Naughty Hangout and see who else participated this week!

-Jill

Retro HNT: Hanging Out

“Hanging Out”, posted February 25, 2010

In 2010, we posted fifty-two straight weeks of pictures at OHNT.  We’re posting them on our blog, one per week.  They can be found here, along with background information, and all the comments they received.

TMI Tuesday: January 24, 2012 – Decisions

I am a Graham Norton fan. He has a newish show called “Would You Rather” that airs on BBC America (you know the Top Gear-Gordon Ramsay channel…ugh!!). I grabbed these fun questions from WYR.

Jack’s Answers
1. Would you rather wear the same pair of unwashed socks for 2 years or wear the same pair of unwashed underwear for 1 year? Explain.
I’d go with the socks, mainly because while the thought of my feet in the same nasty socks every day for two years is distasteful,  I wouldn’t have to wash my feet for half an hour prior to engaging in sex (though I probably should).  If I was going to wear a dirty pair of underwear every day, I imagine it would cut down on the spontaneity.  Actually, it doesn’t say every day; presumably I’d just be wearing them on the days wherein I wear socks.  In theory I wouldn’t have to wear the unwashed pair of socks if I was going to wear, say, flip flops.
2. Would you rather eat a baby or be eaten by a giant baby? Explain.
I’m going to go with “eaten by a giant baby”, because I ate a baby once, and I see no reason not to choose the new experience.*
3. Would you rather steal money from your Grandfather in the past or steal money from a Grandchild in the future? Why?
I’ll go with stealing money from my paternal Grandfather, who never liked me.  Plus, as he died more than fifteen years ago, I would have find a way to journey back to the past in order to accomplish this, and presumably when I was finished I could zip back to the present-day and never get caught.
4. Would you rather be trapped in a cave full of vampire bats or put a large jar full of bees (opened) in your pants?
I’d prefer to be trapped in a cave full of vampire bats.  The only practical reason to put an open jar of bees in my pants is for the swelling, and my cock swells just fine without the aid of a bunch of pissed-off stinging insects.
5. Would you rather be a person with a head that is noticeably big for your body or have a head that is disproportionately small compared to the rest of your body?
I’ll probably go with the smaller head.  When I say that I want a lot of head, that doesn’t mean that I want a physically large one.
Bonus (not from WYR): Would you rather have sex, with your significant other, in a sex club with all eyes and a spotlight on you OR would you rather get gang-banged & groped in darkness by a bunch of strangers.
I’ve had sex in a sex club with all eyes on us (albeit no spotlight), and it was a lot of fun.  I’m not sure I would enjoy being gang-banged, so if I had to choose I’d gladly repeat the sex club experience.
Jill’s Answers
1. Would you rather wear the same pair of unwashed socks for 2 years or wear the same pair of unwashed underwear for 1 year? Explain.
I would go with wearing unwashed socks for two years.  I wouldn’t want to scare off potential sexual partners with dirty underwear.  But I would be much happier going commando and barefoot.
2. Would you rather eat a baby or be eaten by a giant baby? Explain.
I can’t imagine eating any baby, even an ugly one (or maybe especially an ugly one).  Being eaten by a giant baby sounds better.  Plus, if the baby is that big, he or she may just swallow me whole.  That couldn’t hurt that much, could it?
3. Would you rather steal money from your Grandfather in the past or steal money from a Grandchild in the future? Why?
I don’t think I could steal from my grandchild.  I love my baby with all my heart, and I imagine that I will love my grandchild just as much.  Therefore I don’t think I could bear to hurt him or her.  Sorry, Grandpa, but I would have to steal from you.  Of course, my Grandpa was so loving that I’m sure he would forgive me.
4. Would you rather be trapped in a cave full of vampire bats or put a large jar full of bees (opened) in your pants?
Definitely vampire bats, because I’d much rather be bitten than stung!
5. Would you rather be a person with a head that is noticeably big for your body or have a head that is disproportionately small compared to the rest of your body?
I think a smaller head is much creepier than a larger one.  Plus, aren’t those urban vinyl figures and bobbleheads popular?  Having a larger head might revitalize my social standing!
Bonus (not from WYR): Would you rather have sex, with your significant other, in a sex club with all eyes and a spotlight on you OR would you rather get gang-banged & groped in darkness by a bunch of strangers.
I actually have had sex at a sex club with others watching and masturbating, and I loved how exciting that was, so let’s do it again with a spotlight this time!  I like this better than the other choice, because it doesn’t specify whether the strangers are hot men or scary, unwashed drug addicts.  I’m not taking any chances.
How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!

*Edit: I have not actually eaten a baby.  I’ve eaten baby carrots, though.  They’re pretty good. – Jack

Moved-In Monday

It’s taken us a week, but for all intents and purposes we are moved out of our old place and into our new one.  It was a difficult move, but we’re glad to be done and we look forward to getting all of our things unpacked and put in place.  The sooner we do that, the sooner we can resume our normal blogging/tweeting schedules.  While bringing in some boxes from the moving truck last night, Jill and I noticed that we were alone in the parking garage, and she took advantage.

Before you unfollow us in disgust, I should point out that I normally wear my pants at a respectable height.

-Jack

Sinful Sunday: Mirror Mirror

Hey, you.  You’re really fucking sexy with those pretty brown curls.  Plus your tits look hot in that top you’re barely wearing.  You want to come back to my place?  My husband’s got a nice thick cock and a tongue that doesn’t quit.  You can sit on his face while I ride him, and then we can switch.  When we’re both satisfied, we can suck his cock.  If you do a good job I’ll even let you have some cum.
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Sunday Stealing: The Neverending Meme, Ends

Today we ripped off a blogger named Tense Teacher of the blog Tense for a Reason. (Yes we know that we’ve ripped her off not so long ago as well. It’s pretty amazing since she stopped posting in 2007. But that’s where we live as a thief). Also, it’s long so we’ll do it in parts. She does not say where she got it from. But, it was probably stolen there as well. So, of course, that will be as far as we go. Tracing back our theft’s thieves might take some time. Take the time to comment on other player’s posts. It’s a great way to make new friends! Link back to us at Sunday Stealing!

Cheers to all of us thieves!

Jack’s Answers

36. Have you watched American Horror Story? 
No.  Someday, possibly when my daughter is in college or gets a job, I will get around to watching it.

37. Baseball hat or toque? 
Baseball hat.  I have a pretty large collection of baseball caps, but I rarely wear them.  Even though I’m a jeans (or shorts) and T-shirt kind of guy, when I wear headgear I prefer to wear what is known as a newsboy cap, as it versatile and looks good with casual clothing and semi-formal wear (or maybe it’s me).

38. Do you shampoo or soap up first in the shower?
Depends on my mood.  No two of my showers are exactly the same.  
39. Wet the toothbrush or brush dry with the toothpaste? 
I usually wet the toothbrush after applying the toothpaste.  
40. Pen or pencil?
I prefer to write in ink, as I find that over time pencil marks fade.  I have an appreciation for cheap, disposable Bic-type pens, and try to have a few on hand for taking notes, jotting down writing ideas, or doodling.  I tend to keep pencils around for sketching or drawing plans, though if I can’t find any pens I will write with a pencil.  Since our move, however, most of our writing implements have been packed, and I have found myself scrambling to find something when I need to take down a phone number or write a quick note.
41. Have you ever gambled at a casino?
Of course.  Growing up, my family was fond of taking weekend trips to Tahoe and Reno, and I generally didn’t have much fun until I was of legal age to gamble.  I’ve won a few jackpots, though nothing too significant.
42. Have you thrown up on a plane? 
No.  I’ve had sex on a plane though.
43. Have you thrown up in a car? 
Probably, though I don’t remember any specific occurrences.  I was always more likely to get queasy, usually because I was reading, and have the feeling pass without incident.
44. Have you thrown up at work? 
No.
45. Do you scream on roller coasters? 
Yeah.  I generally don’t hold my arms up though, which Jill always does.  My finely-honed survival instinct dictates that I hold on for dear life the whole time – even though I know there is little chance of being thrown from the ride.
46. How many shoes do you have? 
Let’s see:  Two pairs of general-purpose tennis shoes, one pair of running shoes, two pairs of Chuck Taylors, two pairs of flip-flops, one pair of bedroom slippers, two pairs of dress shoes in black, one pair of dress shoes in brown, one pair of black steel-toed boots, one pair of brown work boots.  Thirteen pairs, twenty-six shoes.
47. Who was your first roommate? 
My first roommate was a long-time friend who would eventually be best man at my wedding.
48. What alcoholic beverage did you drink when you got drunk for the first time? 
When I was around eleven I shared a couple wine coolers with my cousin while his parents weren’t home.  I remember feeling pretty sleepy and falling asleep on his couch.  The first honest-to-goodness bender I went on was with beer.
49. What was your first job? 

As I was planning on getting my teaching credential, I worked in a preschool, and tutored children in their homes and at schools and libraries, all pretty much simultaneously.

50. What was your first car? 
A 1970 Dodge Dart.
51. When did you go to your first funeral? 
I remember attending the funeral of a family friend when I was around fourteen.  Before age fourteen, my parents didn’t feel the need to drag me to every funeral and memorial service; presumably they left me with a babysitter or something.
52. How old were you when you first moved away from your hometown? 
I’ve lived in the same general area most of my life.  The first time I moved out of the area, I was twenty-four.  I returned home a couple years later.
53. Who was your first grade teacher? 
Miss Blake.  She was pretty horrible, though to be frank my kindergarten teacher was worse.
54. Where did you go on your first airplane ride? 
Disneyland?  I’m going to say Disneyland.  That sounds about right.
55. When you snuck out of your house for the first time, who was it with? 
Honestly, I don’t think I ever snuck out of the house.  Generally speaking, my parents gave me a decent-sized lead, without being too permissive.  Since I usually exercised good judgment – as far as they knew, anyway – I was allowed to go out when I wanted to.  And if there was something I knew they wouldn’t want me doing, like going to a certain party, well, that was the night I told them I was going to a movie with a friend, and then staying over his house.
56. Who was your first best friend and are you still friends with them? 
My first best friend was a kid I met on the first day of kindergarten.  We had a lot in common and spent much of our elementary school years hanging out together, and playing at each other’s houses.  Though we remained friends throughout junior high and high school, we didn’t stay quite as close, likely owing to the fact that he was extremely studious and I was far less so.  We’re not still in touch; I assume he is a successful engineer or scientist, while I am a stay-at-home sex blogger.
57. Where did you live the first time you moved out of your parents’ house? 
I lived in a pretty nice two-bedroom apartment.
58. Who is the first person you call when you have a bad day? 
I generally don’t have the kind of bad day that requires an emotional decompression-via-telephone-call.  If I need to bitch about something, such as the baby refusing to nap and thereby preventing me from perving to a friend’s webcam, I text Jill.
59. Whose wedding were you in the first time you were a bridesmaid or a groomsmen? 
I’ve been a groomsman quite often, but the first wedding in which I participated was my cousin’s when I was around twenty-two.
60. What is the first thing you do in the morning? 
Since it is rare for me to wake before the baby does, I generally tend to her first:  I get her dressed and feed her breakfast, and if you know how fastidious I am about personal hygiene, you know how much it pains me that I have to do any of these things before I take a shower.
61. What was the first concert you attended? 
I took the girl I was dating – the one I cheated on, as detailed here – to a concert in 1991.  It was a female R&B singer, and I am actually not surprised that I have no idea who.
62. First tattoo or piercing? 
I’ve got neither of either.
63. First celebrity crush? 
Possibly Julia Roberts?  I had a huge crush on her when I was around fourteen or fifteen, mainly because she had yet to get naked on camera.  I can’t imagine that she was my first celebrity crush, but she’s the person I immediately think of when someone says “celebrity crush.”
Jill’s Answers
36. Have you watched American Horror Story? 
No.  I’d love to have enough time to sit and watch it every week, along with Weeds, Breaking Bad, Dexter, Homeland, White Collar, and every other show that all of my friends say that I need to watch.
37. Baseball hat or toque? 
Baseball hat.  I don’t usually wear them, but I can pull off a baseball hat a lot better than I can a toque.
38. Do you shampoo or soap up first in the shower? 
I always shampoo first.  I like to let the creme rinse sit in my hair while I wash the rest of my body.  
39. Wet the toothbrush or brush dry with the toothpaste? 
I put the toothpaste on the toothbrush and then I wet it.  I don’t like the feeling of dry toothpaste in my mouth.
40. Pen or pencil?
Pencil, unless it’s a gel pen or Hi-Liter.  I don’t like writing with ball-point pens.
41. Have you ever gambled at a casino?
Hell yeah!  I do pretty well, too.
42. Have you thrown up on a plane? 
No.
43. Have you thrown up in a car? 
Yes.  I used to get car-sick a lot when I was little.  I also threw up in a car once when I had gallstones, and occasionally when drunk.  I might have done it when I was pregnant too.
44. Have you thrown up at work? 
When I was pregnant I did.  I think I did it once when I had the flu as well.  I hope all this throwing up isn’t a turn-off.
45. Do you scream on roller coasters? 
Yeah, but out of excitement, never out of fear.  I also hold my hands up the whole time.
46. How many shoes do you have? 
At least forty, although now that we’re moved into our new place I plan on weeding some out.
47. Who was your first roommate? 
My brother was my first roommate.  Until I was four years old (and he was five), we had bunk beds in the same room.  If this doesn’t count, I will go with a girl in college whose name I’d rather not give.  She was from Southern California, and we were great friends.
48. What alcoholic beverage did you drink when you got drunk for the first time? 
I’m pretty sure it was beer.  We were in high school, so you drank whatever you could get your hands on.  But my parents were known for always having lots of alcohol on hand, so it could very well have been hard liquor.
49. What was your first job?
I babysat from the age of ten, for my younger siblings and neighborhood kids.  My first payroll job was at a hot dog place at a local mall.  But not the one where the girls wear multi-colored short shorts and funky hats and make lemonade with those weird pumps that look like pogo sticks.
50. What was your first car? 
A white 1980 Toyota Corolla.  It was a stick shift.  Even though it was mine, I had to share it with my brother until he went away to college.
51. When did you go to your first funeral? 
I was probably four or five, at the oldest.  The first one I remember was about age four.  It was my great-uncle.
52. How old were you when you first moved away from your hometown? 
I moved away from my hometown for the first time at age seventeen, when I started college.
53. Who was your first grade teacher? 
Mrs. Murasco.  Spelling is approximate.  She was also my favorite teacher.  She used to let us clean the floor after school, and she’d give us pretzel sticks.  If we got ten pretzel sticks, we could trade them for a hard candy.  Or maybe a Hershey’s Kiss or a Tootsie Roll or something.  You know, maybe it was a reading group where this happened.  I’m not sure what we got for picking up trash off the floor in Mrs. Murasco’s class.  Maybe it was punishment for something.
54. Where did you go on your first airplane ride? 
I think we went to Oregon to visit my aunt and uncle.
55. When you snuck out of your house for the first time, who was it with? 
I probably snuck out to go to a party with my girlfriends.  That was the best thing about having a ground-floor bedroom: The window opened silently and I could climb right out.
56. Who was your first best friend and are you still friends with them? 
My first best friend is the person we have referred to on this blog as P.  We have known each other since the first grade, and although I don’t consider her my best friend we are still pretty close and see each other often.
57. Where did you live the first time you moved out of your parents’ house? 
I lived in Zapotec Residence Hall at San Diego State University.  
58. Who is the first person you call when you have a bad day? 
I normally call Jack.  Sometimes if I can’t call, I text him, and he texts me back.  Before long we’re exchanging really filthy texts describing in great detail what we’d like to do to each other.  That always brightens my day!
59. Whose wedding were you in the first time you were a bridesmaid or a groomsmen? 
My best friend.
60. What is the first thing you do in the morning? 
I’d like to say that I take a shower first, but realitically the first thing I do is probably go to the bathroom.
61. What was the first concert you attended? I believe it was Sha Na Na at the Circle Star Theater in San Carlos, California.  
62. First tattoo or piercing? 
For my seventh birthday, my grandmother took me to J.C. Penney’s to get my ears pierced.  I remember they had a woman there who was or used to be a nurse, and she used to do the piercing.  When I turned nineteen, my grandma took me to get my clit hood pierced.*
63. First celebrity crush? 
Michael J. Fox or Kirk Cameron.  Actually Scott Baio might have been the first, although he didn’t have the longevity of the other two.
*This last part may be creative license on the part of the editor, i.e. Jack

Hey Newt: Call it What it is

Our Formspring Friday post this week dealt with the issue of infidelity.  In it, we mentioned that we have “unorthodox” views of monogamy.  Although Jill and I are both commited to each other emotionally, and for the most part physically as well, we would consider ourselves “monogamish”, to use a phrase coined by advice columnist and personal hero Dan Savage.

We acknowledge that physical monogamy is a difficult thing to maintain for life.  We don’t necessarily believe that human beings are wired for such a lifelong commitment.  We believe that if less of a premium was placed on physical monogamy in relationships, there would be less divorce, less unhappiness, and what the hell, probably less war and aggression in general.

This brings me to the topic of Newt Gingrich, former House Speaker and current Republican presidential candidate stumbling toward the White House on a platform of – what else – family values (i.e. traditional marriage).  While perusing EdenFantasys this morning, I stopped by SexIs and found an article pertaining to Gingrich and the recent allegations by his second wife Marianne that he requested an open marriage when she caught him having an affair with another woman.

It’s no secret that Gingrich has been a bigger threat to his own marriages than gay marriage could ever be.  By all accounts – other than those of Gingrich himself – he divorced his first wife while she was was in the hospital for the removal of a tumor, then married the woman with whom he’d been conducting an affair.  Not quite twenty years later, the process repeated itself, this time with a different illness, and a different mistress.  If the pattern repeats itself, and I imagine it will, Gingrich has already started an affair with the woman for whom he’ll leave his third wife.

I note with some amusement that, while Gingrich was calling for the impeachment of Bill Clinton for lying under oath about his involvement with Monica Lewinsky, he himself was having an affair with a younger woman who wasn’t his wife (yet).  I understand the rationalization that allows Gingrich to believe that he is a better man than Clinton, that his offense was less severe simply because he hadn’t been giving sworn testimony under oath.  But Gingrich considers himself a man of God, and has admitted not only to his extramarital affairs, but in having them, failing to live up to God’s standards.*  If God exists, the thought that He would excuse Newt for not only lying to and cheating on his wife but also treating her with the care that one reserves for a Tonka truck because he wasn’t under oath only solidifies my lack of faith.

During Thursday night’s G.O.P. debate, Gingrich lashed out at moderator John King for daring to open with a question about Gingrich’s alleged request for an open relationship.  The audience cheered Gingrich’s cagey response, even though as the article notes, the point of a debate is to answer sometimes difficult questions.  Yes, there are many other issues to discuss during a presidential debate, but this is news, and it deserved to be addressed.  Whether or not Gingrich’s former wife is telling the truth – and based on what we know of him such a request is not beyond the realm of possibility –  it could be said that Gingrich has invited such allegations by his past behavior.  
His righteous indignation may have fooled those in the audience, but not me.  I am of the opinion that when you have comported yourself in the manner that Gingrich has in his personal life while simultaneously besmirching the names of others who have done the same and then bewilderingly promoting yourself as a champion of family values, you don’t get to act like a victim.
It takes much to offend me, but I can admit to taking some offense at Gingrich’s proposal of an open marriage, and in particular, the circumstances in which it occurred.  He didn’t suggest that Marianne allow him to have sex with other women, and upon her refusal, carry on an affair anyway.  This would have been bad enough.  No, Gingrich asked for an open relationship when his wife discovered the affair – which had been ongoing for six years!  I’ll give the man credit for having balls.
But even had the arrangement been agreed to, an open marriage isn’t something you ask for as a means of justifying six years of deceit.  And it’s certainly not an ultimatum you hang over the head of a partner, with divorce on the opposite side of the coin.  As someone who would engage in an open marriage given the right set of circumstances, I don’t appreciate Gingrich co-opting the term.  Call it what it is, Newt: A vehicle to deliver you from a marriage you were no longer interested in sustaining.
*Apologies for the Fox News link.  I hope it doesn’t crash your browser.
-Jack
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Formspring Friday: Infidelity

While we have quite a stockpile of questions to answer on Formspring, this one really jumped out at us.  We have views of monogamy that some would consider unorthodox.  At the same time, we are completely committed to one another emotionally.  While cheating isn’t really our style, neither of us would ever judge someone for cheating.  Most people’s relationships are none of our business.

We considered opening this post with a picture of Newt Gingrich, but decided not to go the political route despite the fact that Newt seems to be the epitome of the hypocritical cheating scumbag politician.  Oh, fuck it; here he is:

Believes gay marriage is a threat to marriage itself, yet doesn’t see the irony in being a serial cheater.

Have you ever cheated on a partner?

Jack’s Answer
Yes, once.  At age sixteen, I was in my first long-term relationship.  Newly-relieved of my virginity, I was suddenly imbued with a newfound confidence.  The summer after my junior year of high school, I found myself in Southern California for a few days, as one of my parents was attending a work-related seminar.  Without much to do during the day, I met and befriended a girl whose parent was attending the same seminar.  She was my own age or very close, her name lost to time.  (This was nearly twenty years ago.)
She and I spent the first day hanging around the hotel, swimming in the pool and watching TV in her room.  On the second day, we had sex.  Unlike my girlfriend, who was sweet and very attractive but not quite as sexually imaginative as I would have liked, this girl was open-minded and experienced.  She was the first person I ever did doggy style with.  She’s the first person who ever rode me in the reverse cowgirl position.  And for that matter she was the first person who ever gave me oral sex.  My girlfriend wasn’t into any of these things.
Over the next three days, we had sex numerous times, in countless positions.  We showered together.  She asked to be spanked.  She said that she enjoyed having her ass fingered.  I didn’t indulge her on that one, as she never requested it of me, just mentioned that she was into it, and being sixteen I was too stupid to take the hint.  Beyond that, we talked about our lives, discussed our favorite movies, as well as the music we liked.  We went out to lunch.  It was nice.  I never felt anything beyond physical attraction to her, but I acknowledged that she was someone I could have considered a friend, and if we lived closer – and for that matter if I wasn’t in a relationship already – perhaps something deeper might have blossomed.  But when I left L.A. after the seminar there was no exchange of phone numbers, no promises to keep in touch.  I don’t even think there was a good-bye.
I had enjoyed the tryst; it was sexually gratifying and it left me with the sort of ego boost a geeky, sometimes awkward sixteen-year-old often needs.  But I knew that what I had done amounted to a flagrant violation of the trust that my girlfriend had in me.  Rather than unburdening myself to her, I kept silent.  I’d used condoms with the other girl, and the sex had been meaningless, so I reasoned that there was no point in upsetting her.  I found that this justified my not telling her.  In reality, however, I felt remendously guilty over my transgression.  
My girlfriend attended a different high school than I did, and our relationship was such that we didn’t see each other every day, or even talk on the phone every night.  It was 1993; cell phones weren’t the sort of thing that teenagers commonly possessed, and text messaging was about a decade away from being a familiar concept to most people.  I’d just gotten my first pager, but my girlfriend didn’t page me much as she didn’t want her parents to know that I had it, ostensibly because because pagers were associated with drug dealers at the time.
In time, my guilt gave way to paranoia that she would somehow find out, but she never did.  Ironically, I indignantly broke up with her around a year later, after she admitted to having cheated on me.  This probably wasn’t my finest hour.
Jill’s Answer
I had been dating a guy for a few months.  He was extremely self-centered, and the kind of person whose only compliments were backhanded.  I didn’t like him all that much, actually, but his friend was dating my friend, and his and my relationship sprung up out of convenience.  I guess he was pretty good in bed.
We’d gone to his friend’s house to hang out and drink.  It was him and I, the friend whose place it was, and a few others.  My boyfriend spent the whole night ignoring me while he socialized with everyone else.  His friend, on the other hand, was showing me plenty of attention.  We began to flirt back and forth, aided and abetted by lots of alcohol.  Eventually we ran out, and my boyfriend offered to walk to a nearby liquor store to get some more.  While he was gone, the flirtation continued.  
My boyfriend returned from the liquor store with a couple bottles of Jack Daniels, which he knew I didn’t like.  (I still don’t.  I would much rather drink vodka than whisky.)  I decided to have some anyway, if only to spite him.  When my boyfriend pointed out that I don’t drink Jack Daniels, I said, “Tonight I do,” and spent the next couple hours drinking Jack and Coke.
The bathroom had two doors, one leading to the hallway and the other leading to the bedroom.  I had gone to use the bathroom, and when I was finished my boyfriend’s friend came in from his bedroom.  He pretended that he didn’t realize I was in there, but quickly shut the door behind him.  He came over and kissed me, and I kissed him back.  I got very wet, not only because the friend excited me, but because I felt like I was getting back at my asshole boyfriend.  In seconds we were making out, and although I wanted things to go further right there in the bathroom, he eventually snuck back out through his bedroom.  My boyfriend had no idea.
We flirted back and forth for the rest of the evening.  As we were leaving his house, I gave him a hug good-bye.  He used this opportunity to whisper that I should come back later, and as soon as I dropped my boyfriend off at home I returned.  We had sex all night, and the friend was even better than my boyfriend was.  Not only that, but he appreciated me in ways my boyfriend never did.  He did things to my body that my boyfriend never could.  When the sun came up, I was a sweaty, quivering mess on the floor of his bedroom, satisfied in every possible way.  But so was he.
Eventually someone told my boyfriend that the other guy and I had been in the bathroom together the night of the party.  By then, of course, he and I had hooked up a few times.  My boyfriend said that he thought we should see other people.  I told him that I already was.
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The Naughty Hangout: Move-In Madness

This week, the main theme for The Naughty Hangout was “Zany”.  If we weren’t in the middle of a move, we might have come up with a really spectacular picture that fit the theme.  Since we couldn’t, we decided to use one of the other themes.  What better way to sum up our lives over the past week or two than “Chaos”?  But don’t take my word for it.  Our photo for this week depicts me lying in a three-foot-high pile of clothing that we brought from our old house to our new house.

We hope that by next week things have settled down a bit and we can come up with something more imaginative for the theme.

Head over to The Naughty Hangout and see who else participated this week!

-Jill