[Part I is found here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wrnzl7/the_secret_code_of_levis_501_buttons_a_public/).
I am having a hard time finishing this story. I am trying to organize how to get to the end and include the necessary details so it somehow makes sense. Yes, she sucked me off in the grimy, beer-smelling storeroom in front of horny gay men. But, in doing so, I learned she was having an affair. I was clueless and heartbroken. So the last time I was with her sexually was with my cum dripping off her chin in a room of strangers while her lover watched. I am realizing I am still really sad about this. It is a terrible, humiliating way to break up; it still hurts, and it is hard to write about, now 42 years later (hard to believe it was that long ago). But, I still I think it still qualifies as “Gone Wild.”
When my girlfriend said she planned to suck my cock in front of gay men, I was excited, but more nervous. My girlfriend loved to do spontaneous, out of control things. Having sex in public places was one of them, but we had never done it in front of others. I remember most clearly the changing room at Brooks Brothers (a common place where L.A. business men would meet hookers for a quick BJ; when she learned that, she wanted to do it for me; now I realize she was doing it for herself and this kink I couldn’t completely indulge). There was the parking lot at the Apple Pan on a busy night with a family eating fries in the car next to us. She liked to fuck on the beach in the dark, up against the sea wall, when she knew beachcombers were walking along the water’s edge 200 feet away. Blowing me in a moving car was no big deal for her, even if the bobbing of her head was noticeable.
Me? I liked it. I was 19, 20 and 21 while with her. Who wouldn’t want a spontaneous BJ or handjob (she recreated the famous popcorn scene from *Diner* and made me eat the popcorn after). She liked anal (I haven’t had it since), for some reason, in a car or in the bed of my mini pickup truck while camping in Death Valley. Still, I needed privacy and anonymity, so getting sucked publicly made me queasy. I was not comfortable being naked in front of other people, or having my dick on display. To this day, I can’t pee in next to another guy at the urinal without a privacy screen.
I never stopped to think about why she was so sexually libertine. She was 19 when I met her. An adventurous spirit usually comes later, if at all. But she had it. She didn’t talk about her sexual past or previous lovers, though I know she had some. I figured it was run of the mill teenage sexual life of losing virginity, of giving awkward BJ’s to some nerdy kid, etc.
It wasn’t sexual, just natural–that’s what I thought. On the class camping trip to Death Valley (maybe 29 Palms), she told the group she was going to sunbathe nude. When I objected, I think I missed the clue that might’ve unlocked the mystery. “What’s the big deal?” she said. “When I camped in the desert with my father and step-monster, we’d be nude for days, along with my teenage brother. He’d pop boners. Who cares? You’re hung up on your body. Men think their dick is interesting. Trust me, it’s not.”
“What’s interesting?” she said later while she masturbated in our tent after she hadn’t cum while fucking. “The clit. Think about it. Men have an orgasm when procreating. Women can have an orgasm just because we want to, by ourselves, without having it connected to perpetuating life. It’s Eve’s gift to us for biting the apple. She knew we needed it because men would oppress us sexually, culturally, economically.” That’s not a direct quote, but that’s what she meant.
I could’ve seen signs earlier. In our dormitory sophomore year, when we started dating, our suite of eight rooms had a common bathroom. Only men lived in the suite. When she started staying over, I told her that she’d have to use the bathroom at the women’s suite on the opposite end of the hall. She wouldn’t have it. She’d just go in and pee in our bathroom even though there wasn’t a lock on the door and we would go in and out not concerned about who else was in there. If she were peeing, and a suite mate came in, she’d say, “Don’t mind me,” instead of “Give me a second,” or “Just a minute please.” She used OB tampons. She was entirely discreet when removing or inserting (she wasn’t gross or inconsiderate), but she had no problem having others see that little move of wiggling her middle finger in the base to prepare.
The shower had a cloudy glass door on it. Every horny college dude knows you can still see a lot through it, but she would happily soap up, shave her long legs with a razor she kept there, take care of her bikini line (waxing was not a habit in the early 80’s), tend her pits, and wash under her c-cup, pendulous tear drop breasts without caring that a guy was brushing his teeth and no doubt making wood some 10 feet away. My suite mates became comfortable with her because she essentially became “one of the guys,” with her banter and non-sexualized nudity. “Boys,” she’d say loudly from the toilet so we could hear in the hallway or in our room if the door was open, “I’m leaving the seat up, because I know you’d pee on it if I didn’t.”
The bathroom was not soundproof to the those outside, so you could hear pissing. If a guy had had a few beers and was really letting go of a lot of piss, she’d open the door and say, “Impressive!” as Madonna did later in *A League of Their Own.* One suite-mate’s pissing always made a deep “basso profundo” sound as his stream hit the water, implying to all within earshot that maybe his nozzle and hose surpassed the standard issue fire equipment in the rest of the suite. Her nickname for him, which she used to his face, was “Pillsbury dough boy.” Does that require further explanation? Let me know.
I could spend more time describing this aspect of her personality, but I am afraid I am straying too far from the main story. Please, dear reader, let me know if you want more. The point I am trying to communicate is that for her to put my dick in her mouth in front of a room of men who suck dick competitively was no big leap for her. For me, it created anxiety. And, I was just stupid. I was only thinking about whether I wanted my dick sucked, and not about why she wanted to do it in such a public way.
So, one more background detail. Lots of couples in our orbit were having threesomes, foursomes, etc. Early on in the relationship, she proactively made it clear that that wasn’t going to happen. She said was an extremely jealous lover (go figure). She said that there was no way she could watch me have sex with another woman and not want to kill her. I , like a 19 year old, suggested that she could have sex with another woman with me in the room, watching. She looked at me like I was crazy. “Why would I want to have sex with a woman with you in the room? If I wanted that, I wouldn’t want you there.” End of discussion. The idea of her being with two men displeased her. She was really into monogamy, or so I thought.
Okay. Back to the main event. We arrive at the Alibi bar. We are high. The place is packed. We go in, get beers. We dance. My dick is hard, in anticipation, so much so that I can’t unbutton the top of my 501’s. She grabs my crotch a few times while dancing, and asks, “Are you ready?” But I still am getting up my courage. We can see that there is a lot of traffic into the storeroom. It will be busy back there.
And then I spotted Margo, standing against the wall, near the door that lead back to the storeroom.
Margo was the best friend that we had in common. We all worked together in a restaurant. She had been the catalyst for my girlfriend and I to start dating. Which is odd considering. . . .
Margo and I had had a one night stand during orientation freshman year. It was a disaster, to the point of hilarity. We were both drunk, naïve virgins. We were semi-naked on my single bed in my dark dorm room that might roommate might come back to at any moment. After some silly, non productive groping, she slid off her panties and asked, “You have a rubber?” Of course. I was an 18 year old virgin away from home for the first time; I had a condom just for this possibility now before me. But I had to find it in my desk drawer. I rose to my knees, and was kneeling between her thighs, sort of the pre-missionary stance. I leaned over her, steadied myself with one hand on the desk and reached for the light so I could see what I was looking for. This had repositioned my dick over her stomach area, sort of hovering over her breasts, with the head pointed right at her face. Or so I learned when I turned on the light. She gasped. It was her first hard dick, and I was absolutely priapic. She scooted back, pushing her back up the wall, as if to get away, and I fell back on my haunches, dick now pointing directly up. She kept staring, looking scared, and I tore open the foil wrapped Trojan. And then I felt it and couldn’t stop it. I unloaded, ejactulated all over me, the bed and her lovely mound that had pubic hair as red as the hair on her head. She jumped up, grabbed her clothes, and fled, saying repeatedly, “I am so sorry.”
Later, when we all started working at the restaurant and became friends, she and I laughed about. I told my girlfriend, and she said, “I know.”
Why couldn’t I see what was happening? And when Margo was in the bar, I could tell she was waiting for what was to happen, and she wasn’t there by accident.
I need to stop and think about this some more. Do you want me to keep going?
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