Well, the only reason I was going out with this guy was because I was told
he would have sex with me. After going out with him a couple times, I
finally got him to take me somewhere where we could be alone. We went to
this park near my house. It was kind of late and cold and I only had on a
little cotton dress. That made access easy. He layed down a blanket on the
grass under a tree next to the sidewalk. We layed down and he started to
un-zip his pants. He fumbled around a little...I was a little surprised,
this was MY first time, not his. He pulled his pants down a little and
lifted my dress and got on top of me. Not more than 3 minutes later, we
heard a woman yelling at someone we couldn't see. We both laid there half
naked watching this woman run through the park, and when she was gone, I was
ready to continue. However, he looked at me and said, oh well, "I was done
anyway." I kind of shook my head, and pushed him off me. I straightened my
dress and stood up...I was barefoot cause I don't like wearing shoes. While
walking back to the car, I stepped in something soft and squishy. When we
got to the car I looked at my foot and it was covered in dog poop. I tried
to wipe it off with a napkin, and hoped that when I walked through the front
door of my house, my parents wouldn't smell it. Everytime after that...the
sex with that guy always seemed like his first time. Never good and always
clumsy.