I couldn’t even recall the last time I had sex with someone new, the last time I experienced that “first encounter” with someone. It was probably about 6 months prior, and even then it was someone I had known for 10+ years so that didn’t really count. So when this guy I had been crushing on for the past few weeks invited me over to his apartment to “hang out” I decided to give it a shot.

A girlfriend of mine had introduced us realizing he was my type to the T. She was right, he totally was but because of our busy schedules and my constant hesitation to get to know anyone new we really hadn’t hung out much. I didn’t even know yet if I really wanted a sexual relationship with him, but having recently ended my last “situation” and having a hard time letting go of that I kept replaying that piece of advice that had helped me through similar feelings in the past, “The best way to get over somebody old is to get under somebody new.”

So I listened to him tell me how beautiful I was, I accepted the wine he kept refilling my glass with over and over. I stayed sitting on the couch with him as he began lightly running his hand higher up my thigh and the conversation turns to how good he is in bed, how sexually adventurous he is. The whole situation seems a little too cliche for me. There’s nothing original about his technique, nothing subtle about his intentions. With that being said he is still wildly attractive and there is a bit of chemistry between us; even if it is solely a sexual chemistry.

I let him make a few more of his oh-so-predictable moves on me. I let him walk me to his bedroom, accept his invitation to climb in his bed. I let him slip my panties off, and willingly sit on his face when he asks. This is entertaining, I’m enjoying myself; maybe even slightly impressed. We start having sex and its satisfying, though nothing miraculous. We’ll just say he knows how to work with what he has. Perhaps if he hadn’t talked himself up so much earlier I would have rated him higher, but when you brag about your abilities before hand, you set the bar of expectation a little higher.

It starts to get real hot and heavy. He gets on top and pushes my legs back. The sex gets a little rougher. He can tell I’m into this and it turns us both on. This must have been what he was bragging about earlier. The sex gets harder and I’m moaning louder and louder as we both get closer to our climax. My mouth is opened as I’m nearly screaming with pleasure now. I look up at him and we make eye contact. He starts to move his face down to meet mine…. kissing seems a little to intimate right now but what the hell, if he puts his lips on mine I’m not going to ruin it and pull back. I close my eyes, his lips reach mine…and…. HE SPITS IN MY MOUTH!!

What in the Entire Fuck?!?