JackLuis
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Found this and thought it has possibilities.
I asked Tonia about this, and she agreed with me: “Seriously, about the non-aggressive boys. W.T.F. I guess it’s not ‘respectful’ according to all the women’s studies stuff that stuck in their brains in college?” Oh, no. I never even thought of that. Is that what they teach in those classes? I never took a WOST course, because I didn’t need one; I learned my Women’s Studies on the street! I have feminism street smarts. Also, I was scared to take one, because I heard that people cry during class discussions. Men, is this true? Is Women’s Studies instructing you to be passive? Because these days, it’s like we ladies have to do everything! Shaving, waxing, foot-pumicing, blow-drying, planning a whole outfit, planning the date, paying for half the date, driving to the date, and now you expect us to, like, throw you down on the bed and make love to you? You take some fucking initiative for once!
As it turns out, Hunt finally did take the initiative. “By that time my new jeans were practically on FIRE, but since it was 3 a.m. and my bra was still on, I figured it wasn’t going to happen that night. So, I walked him to my front door.”
“And it all fell apart. He leaned down to kiss me, I leaned in to him, and in a mess of furious making out, rubbing and moaning, I led him back to the couch where my top and his belt came off.” Something about the proximity of doorways seems to make men more assertive. It’s like, you’re standing next to a door, and suddenly there’s boners all over the place. “He then suggested we move it to my bedroom, so we moved down the hallway, still kissing quite heavily, and made it to my bed, where I pushed him down on the mattress. It was at that point that I realized that, if my sex life were to continue in this manner, I would need to get a sturdier, less creaky bed frame.”
“My jeans and his (Ralph Lauren) lay tangled on the floor and an hour or so later we lay tangled in my sheets… I, thoroughly deflowered, and he, rather sweaty, were both quite happily trying to catch our breath.” Hunt left at 4:30. He didn’t know she was a virgin because “because we had gotten each other so damn wound up during the hours of not messing around on the couch that all I could think was DO IT NOW. I decided that my gut was telling me that he was a good guy. And my nether regions were telling me he was SUPER FREAKIN HOT.” When she told him later, he was cool about it.