Mine Would Be You
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But then back in the real world, my everyday life, I was kind of awkward. I was always being picked on for being so skinny. I remember a boy even making me run home crying because he wrote me a nasty little poem. “Roses are red. Violets are black. Why is your chest as flat as your back?” I never wore anything but pants, never shorts or skirts, because the one time I did, I was called Olive Oil and asked if I threw up my food. Everyone is more careful to be nice to people who are overweight, watching their feelings. They never think about the girls who can’t put ON weight no matter how much they eat.
So during my early teenaged years, I was super self-conscious. It wasn’t until I hit about sixteen that I started getting noticed by guys in their twenties. The guys who realized that after high school, the “hot girls” were the ones who usually gained thirty pounds when they stopped cheerleading. I never once dated a guy from my high school. The first guy I really dated was twenty and a Specialist in the 82nd Airborne. God, Doug was ridiculously handsome in his BDUs. When he rolled up the sleeves of his camouflaged top and showed off his huge biceps covered in tattoos, I didn’t stand a chance. I lost my virginity to him after three months of dating. We were serious for about a year before he got stationed in Ft. Richardson, Alaska. We tried the long distance thing but it didn’t work out.
After him, I dated a few more guys. No one special in particular, some I can’t even remember their last names. I slept with most of them. What are your teenaged years for, right? I wasn’t an idiot though. I was on birth control pills, always used a condom, and always careful. That’s the one good thing about dating soldiers. You know they’re tested practically every week. But one thing was definitely missing when it came to sleeping with these guys, and I’m not talking about mushy shit and feelings. I’m talking about the most important thing of all: I have never once in my life had an orgasm with another person. Yep, I said it. I’m one hell of an actress because each of those fellas ended up thinking they were God’s gift to women by the time I finished my porn-star groans and screams of ecstasy .
In reality, I was kind of embarrassed. What the hell was wrong with my vagina? In the books I read, the man can just look at the woman and tell her “Come” and she’s writhing on the floor having the best orgasm of her life. Me? If it wasn’t for my massaging shower head , I wouldn’t even know what an orgasm was. Now don’t get me wrong. I’ve had some really fantastic sex. Like toe curling, eyes crossing and rolling to the back of your head, scream till your lungs get sore sex. But even then…just…couldn’t…reach it.
That has to be it. This has got to be the reason that all I ever find are the dickheads. It’s not all their fault that they’re dickheads. I make them that way! I put them on a pedestal, get them sweet little presents, and scream their names out during sex like I’m in orgasm-city…well fuck! The solution is easy, right?
I will never fake an orgasm ever again.
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Mine Would Be You is a work of fiction. Names, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
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