In my previous posts, I described my first sex and my first orgasm as they are still clearly etched in my memory after all these years. Now I describe what is possibly the happiest year of my life. We were young and without the cares of making a living. Life was timeless. We held hands everywhere we went, even in school. We SMSed each other when we weren't together. We spent some time together almost everyday. We slept overnight at each others house and slept out overnight. We were inseparable. And we had lots of sex.
Our favorite place was my home after school as no one was home. We'd take lunch at the coffee shop downstairs and then we'd often spend the afternoon fucking or snoozing or watching a movie in my bedroom after sex. Sometimes we'd do dinner before he went home. Later we'd spend equal time at his home but his mother was always around, so sex was more uninhibited and unrestrained in my room. My favorite position is to sit astride his body facing him so we could see each other. He could knead my breasts and pinch my nipples while I ground my cunt against his pubis. If I leaned forward, I could grind my clitoris against his pubic hair enough to get an orgasm if I had been stimulated enough with foreplay. The orgasms were more frequent at first but after we got steady, they got fewer and fewer. At first it's was almost every other time, by after a few years, we didn't have sex more than once a week or fortnight, and some busy months maybe once a month only. I only came once every several times after our long standing quarrels and grudges had built up over the years.
He liked to have me suck his cock. I like fellatio too. He didn't think I was very good so I tried to give him what he wanted. I watched how they did it in porn and did some research. I had a glass of hot water and a glass of ice cubes and gave him alternating hot and cold blow jobs. He liked to deep throat me, grabbing my hair and thrusting till the head of his glans penis fitted snugly into the back of my throat so that I had to fight gagging and coughing. I don't like that but I like to turn him on so that makes me try anything he wants. It's like whatever turns him on will turn me on indirectly. I like to excite him sexually. It gives me the feeling of power and control, that I can make a man cum easily and make him breathless. He liked me to look at him with my eyes as I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock with my lips lined with red gloss. He liked cumming in my mouth and all over my lips and face. I like that too. I'll usually spit out out the semen or let it drip and drool out of my mouth but if he insists, I'll swallow the fishy horrible tasting goo.
The smell and sight of his cock thrusting in and out of my lips is a tremendous turn on for me. Usually that makes me lusty to have his cock deep inside me. If he penetrates me after a long cock sucking session, my face would be flushed, my lips and cheeks covered with saliva, and my eyes glazed with desire. I would almost always cum if he enters me after that. He would turn me over and fuck me like a bitch and cum deep inside me, or if he was a bit tired, he would lie flat and let me sit on him. The trouble is, he likes to come in my mouth. And all over my face and lips. Then he often rolls over to sleep and is snoring lightly with in a few minutes. I'm left high and dry. I would sometimes masturbate myself to climax, imagining John doing all sorts of things to me.
John didn't like cunnilingus. He said I smelt bad. Sometimes I have a white pasty discharge. He stopped eating me after few months. He wasn't good at fingering my clitoris. My clitoris is very sensitive but no matter how many times I tell him, he's a bit too rough. He was a bit cocky and self centered and I was a bit too submissive to insist on better service. Maybe I felt inadequate or inferior, but this made me try very hard to improve my sexual skills. I think my blowjob skills are quite good because of his constant demands for better service and my continued efforts to improve. I can do it quite energetically without ever nipping the penis with my teeth. He doesn't think I'm the good. By what standard is he to judge? Who is he comparing me with? His ideal fantasy blow job? I think it takes a toothless old granny to give him that.
Sex was most important to me as a source of warmth and closeness. It's paradoxical that while I enjoy sex very much, and the orgasm is such an intense addictive experience for me that I long for it, I didn't mind not having any orgasms as long as John and I were happy together. The cuddling before and after was part of the experience. Having a meal together before or after sex. Just spending time together and chatting. It was like family. Hanging out at the cafe after watching a movie. It was part of the whole experience of having a boy friend and I think it would have been quite satisfying even without sex. Well maybe with lots of hugging and cuddling but without sexual inter course would have been fine for me but my parents never told me that. In fact, I feel that sex clouds the mind and many an unsuitable relationship carried on because of the sex long after the sex has died. Yes, despite my colorful sexual history, I think it's better to date for a while without any sex so as to get to know your partner as he or she can be and so that you don't confuse lust with love. It's almost impossible to differentiate the two sometimes.... I've had love without sex as wells sex without love and between the two if have to choose, I much prefer love without sex although the best is to have both. Actually some of my girlfriends don't agree. They can get their friendship from the other girls and what's the use of a man if he can't get it up for you and satisfy you? A girl wants to feel desired. I agree but having been in both situations, and having had lots of experience, I'll tell my daughter that it's best to choose someone you can have happy times with, then a handsome rake who's good in bed but who is never there for you.
Anyway, sex with John became more and more routine and less of a novelty. The breathless excitement wasn't there anymore. For John, I was conquered territory and he could have sex on demand anytime anyhow so he took me for granted. I didn't mind because we were getting closer. We held hands everywhere we went. We spent whole days alone together. Ate, slept, watched movies together. Our favorite weekend pastime was to have a picnic and sex on a mat on the beach on Saturday night in Sentosa and then afterwards chat and watch the stars and wait for the sunrise before going home.
My family of my mother and brother and me had always seemed a bit small. My father had left with another man while I was still a child and relationships on both my father and my mothers side were almost nonexistent. So it was nice to have an extended family of John's immediate family and even some of his aunts and uncles. It was nice to have the warmth of a big family gathering again. However, I didn't get along very well with Johns's mother. She couldn't help being jealous I was taking her precious son away from her and was very strict with me. Don't forget I started having sex with her son at only age 16 and in our conservative Asian, Chinese, Singaporean society, that didn't put me in a good position as a good potential daughter in law. It was equally important to her that I came from a divorced incomplete family. I wouldn't call my family a broken family as my mum slaved to support us and keep us together. She earned enough to give us a family holiday together once a year, and after we started working, we paid to keep that tradition. Still, mother in law minded, and hence was very strict with me. She wanted something better for John. I had to do the washing up after dinner while her precious son went to the bedroom to relax. When I stayed over, I used to do the laundry as well, but she was very fussy about how I did her laundry and after that, I never did the laundry again for them. She felt that we were too young and that John may grow tired of me so she kept her distance from me.
John is very close to his mother and if I was going to date him, I had to please his mother, like it or not. His sister and his aunts were nice to me though and that helped a lot. As I grew older, I wanted more independence and it irritated me that even ten years later, John still had to consult his mother over every little thing, been things that affected us alone. When you marry an only son, you often have to marry his mother as well.
Because we were the same age, and because johns mother did everything for him, I was sort of tasked to take over his mothering. I organized our days and our outings. I booked the hotels and the bus or air tickets. I got to do things my way partly because I thought he would be last minute, careless and screw up if I left him to handle it alone. I waited for him to grow up but he was just too slow.
My first year was great but in that I first year, I also discovered all the problems that would eventually lead to our breakup.
