Hi! Avid gonewild reader here, first-time poster. Hope you enjoy.
I had my first “real” boyfriend, and by that I mean the first person I was ever mutually in love and lust with, when I was a teenager. I met him in the parking lot of a club near the beach where a friend and I were hanging out, and a few weeks later, we went on our first date. He took me to see the movie Henry June. It was eye-opening for me at the time and totally hot.
I was newly 18 and he was 22, so there was a bit of a difference there in terms of age but also of experience. I came from a loving and financially secure upper middle class family. He was the child of a divorced mother and father who seemed to have trouble managing him and his behavior. His mom was from the Caribbean and left him in the US with his dad after their divorce. Sadly, his dad killed himself when he was a teenager and his mom brought him to the islands to live with her. That didn’t go so well since he was kind of a wild city kid by that point. I went to an all-girls Catholic prep school. He had gone to a special high school for “at risk” kids as part of a juvenile diversion program. Sexually speaking, I was a virgin and he was very experienced and had a reputation for being fun to sleep with.