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Originally posted by Did you just call me Coltrane?
When I was 23, I finally had sex with a girl I'd wanted to screw since the 7th grade. Just an unbelievable body. She was a year older than me. We were having drinks and sitting by the pool. It was about midnight. She spontaneously took off all of her clothes and jumped in the pool. I followed. We made out in the pool, and then headed to the bedroom (since the pool was in clear view of all of the people in the living room of the house) to fuck. We took the outside stairs to the second floor, completely naked. Apparently everyone was watching.
Did she live up to my expectations? She had a body like Eva Longoria, but bigger TITS. Seriously. Nuff said.
Did I live up to my expectations? Probably some of my worst fucking ever. I was too drunk and just couldn't believe my luck. I couldn't believe I was fucking this girl that I'd lusted after for 10 years. So, I guess I blew it. Too soon, that is.
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The one and only time in my life I actuyally had performance anxiety and couldn't get it up for a few minutes was when I found myself lucky enough to be in bed with a crazy hot chick in high school. I had a head full of cheap light beer and when I saw her body I almost went catatonic. I couldn't fucking move, let alone get it up. I had to go to the bathroom, gather my wits, calm myself down and then was able to perform (and speak more than gibberish).
We wound up dating for a few months. That was a peak moment in high school. Then she started fucking a friend of mine. Eh...
