Dry Humping to Dissatisfaction

Patrick hasn't always been the only boy for me.  I had boyfriends before, though really, only one.  "Juan" and I covered the beginning of junior year.  When asked to describe him, it was "a chubby Mexican kid...  but he's really nice!"  Won me major points, I'm sure.  Juan wasn't really much of a lover anyways; he liked to befriend people, then wring them for sympathy by telling them life-scarring stories of his life as an Illegal Immigrant.  He's still here illegally, but he's in college, somehow.  Juan seemed nice enough to people who barely knew him.   Slightly strange maybe, and an avid Magic card gamer, video gamer, total nerd, Stephen King affictionado. 

He admitted he liked me with a Myspace blog only I could read.  Except I was at school, where Myspace is blocked so, instead of waiting patiently for my next break, he copied it into an AIM conversation.  It wasn't much, really.  Something about feeling completely alone in darkness if I wasn't around.  Did I say he was emo?  And talk about guilting someone into a relationship.  I figured "meh, maybe I could like him, he's nice enough" and we began to date.  online.  seeing each other once a month for a few hours at a time and always surrounded by friends.  absolutely pointless.  It's a wonder, really, that I expected a teenage boy to do Nothing. 

I had an argument with my parents during one of my breaks.  In an angry rush, I stormed out of the house and called Juan to rant.  He offered to come by and, within seconds, we met in the middle of my street.  He pulled over the car and we kissed a bit, but he took over rather quickly.  No hands or anything, just lots of face.  It wasn't even enjoyable, really.  Too much Lips and Spit and I had no control.  Juan was more than twice my size and I know what happens when you try to stop an Avalanche.  My parents caught us pretty soon, and I think that's when they began to accept I was a teenager. 

A very few awkward, parent-monitored dates later, I spectacularly dumped him over the phone.  I can still remember the line, "so you know I'm not physically attracted to you, right?  Yeah, well, I don't think this whole dating thing is going to work."  The shallowness of the juvenile, Exhibit A.  But hey, no separating close friends, right?  For spring break, we arranged to hang out at my house while my parents were out.  (For those of you good with dates, I was already with Patrick.  oops.)  Juan laid the horny on pretty thick and I, lacking complete and utter experience, had no idea What To Fucking Do.  Somehow, we ended up kissing again.  Somehow I straddled his lap.  I must say, that was a damn comfortable lap.  We found my shirt behind the couch later.  My bra was under the table.  At least my pants stayed on.  He switched his attention from my face to my Boobs, a relief.  But then there was the pain, the too-sharp Teeth, the pulling.  Everything he learned must've come from a hardcore, male-directed porno.  I somehow found his hardon through his shorts.  Nothing unzipped, but there was a moment of mutual confusion.  No one wanted to be the first to act.  I stroked for a bit, thinking really how strange jean shorts are, and how incredibly Small he seemed, even to my limited experience and exploration.  It wasn't particularly exciting,  and we quickly changed positions again and he rolled on top.  The dry humping commenced and this is when I knew I'd never see him again.  I couldn't breathe, I felt smothered and helpless.  I was gasping, but not from pain or excitement, but from trying to inhale.  Suddenly, he began speaking, or rather, commanding.  "Oh, you know you like it, you know you like it, you know you like it," ad nauseum.  No, I can't say I liked it, sorry.  I love being dominated, but I want kinky, fun domination with play threats and teasing.   Laying under you was more boring than anything, especially after my mind wandered off to places far distant.  After an incredibly long three minutes (I timed it by the television clock), he dismounted and shuffled to the bathroom.  When he emerged, I'm quite sure it was fairly obvious I was kicking him out. 

While it's most certainly a pity that we don't talk anymore, I think I've found a more than adequate replacement.  I'd like to think Juan will find some girl to train him right.