Everyone has an origin story, though I’d share mine. This is one from the archives, happened a couple years ago during summer break, when I (about 22 at that time) travelled and visited my friend Jane in her hometown. She brought me to a party beach resort, where partygoers hung out by the beach during the day, partied hard at night, and knocked off in tiny outdoors tents.
We went with her friend, Leon, whom I’ve met a few times through her. Leon (26 at that time) was a good looking dude with a jawline that could cut glass, about 5’10”, and lean but muscular. I had a mini crush on him, and I was excited to spend my holidays with him.
We partied all day til night, and I was absolutely sloshed. I don’t remember much about this, but some guy was trying to pick me up at the bar, and Leon was pissed. I remember him telling me I had enough, and he brought me, as well as a very reluctant Jane back to our tent.
He put me to bed, and I remember them going out to argue. What about, I couldn’t hear, but I was just lying there, world spinning around me, waiting for them to come back.
Jane came back first, and told me Leon reprimanded her for letting me get so drunk. I assured her that was all me. She curled up against my back and fell immediately asleep, snoring lightly.
Leon came in a while later, having taken a long cigarette break to sober up. He was surprised to see me awake, and he laid down facing me, asking how I felt. He reached out and stroked my hair gently while talking to me.
That small gesture woke me up and turned me on. I could feel Jane’s warmth on my back as I leaned forward to kiss him.
Leon was surprised, but he kissed back with such an intensity. He suddenly pulled away, a quick glance at Jane who was dead asleep behind me.
“Are you OK with this?” he whispered.
I couldn’t think straight, pumped full with alcohol and dizzy with lust. I nodded, then kissed him again. I was very inexperienced at that time, fresh out of a bad relationship. I shocked even myself when I got up to straddle him and began undoing my top.
Leon tugged his shirt off, asked whether I was sure I wanted this, to which I kissed him and struggled a bit with removing his shorts. He helped, and within seconds we were naked, our clothes in small piles beside our sleeping friend. He mumbled something about this being hot and unexpected before diving in.
What happened next was like a flickering memory reel. I remembered his fingers inside me, me giving him a blowjob, me trying and failing to ride him, which ended up in him fucking me in missionary. Doubt I came, and can’t remember where he came. We somehow remembered to put our clothes back on before falling asleep.
Don’t think the sex was great, but I remembered him wanting to get on for round 2 in the morning as I woke up with the mother of hangovers.
What turned me on the most was the thrill of Jane or anyone outside the tent possibly hearing us going at it. We tried keeping quiet, but don’t think I did a good job of it. To date we don’t know whether Jane heard us. She’s certainly never brought it up.
Also, who knew that head pats would be the beginning of my sexual awakening.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mrnmt2/my_sexual_awakening_fm