My name is Andy. I grew up in a very religious household, so I was a late bloomer. It took me until college to have my first kiss, and I didn’t lose my virginity until I was twenty-one. Since then, I’ve been doing my best to catch up. This is the story of the first time I slept with an older woman:
As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, I’m in the Army. That experience led to a lot of opportunities to travel, see new things, and meet new people. It is not, however, particularly conducive to dating. Fortunately for me, I had plenty of friends who were happy to set me up with people they knew.
One of these friends was an older woman named Janet. I was over at Janet’s house, having a beer with her husband, when she mentioned that she knew a woman who was looking to date. Janet asked if I was comfortable with a woman having kids, and being a little older. At the time I was 24, and the woman with whom Janet was setting me up was 37, and had a 17-year-old son. I told Janet that I was game as long as she was a cool person.