Looking back on how my slutty phase, which essentially started in high school and lasted until I met my future wife, began, it’s kind of messed up. I started dating the best friend of the girl I crushed over all through junior high. We kind of hooked up – some feeling up under the bra (what a thrill for a 15-year-old) but nothing too serious.
However, that all changed after a school dance.
I was in the backseat of a packed minivan with people on either side and a girl – my girlfriend’s best friend – on my lap. I didn’t think anything of it because the van was so crowded. We had casually met a few times through my girlfriend but never hung out a lot.
I vividly remember she was wearing a sparkly silver dress with pantyhose underneath. I was talking to someone on one side of me and she was talking to someone on the other side of me. I had one hand in her lap area, mainly because there was really nowhere else for it to go. But I was 15 and horny so my hand “accidentally” fell between her things. She didn’t miss a beat and spread her legs a little so I had more access. The van was pitch black but I knew what to do next. I began rubbing her thighs higher and higher, and she kept spreading her legs wider and wider. She eventually put her black peacoat over her lap to cover my hands.