I was a punky 18 year old, thinking everything was just great and I was the
coolest kid on earth, I was captain of the soccer team, and veyr popular I was
living in Italy at the time, so of course, values and everything were much
different. I was dating this 18 year old, not really dating, just making out,
which was extreme even back then. But she was a very pretty woman, 18, and very
flousy, the main reason why I was seeing her. So one day, after a soccer game she
met me in the field. It was very late and I had promised to walk her home. I was
the youngest guy in the family, so I had a lot more freedom than everyone else,
no real curfew or anything. We were by the bleachers, she was kissing me very
hard, grabbing at my pants. I just went with the flow. Being the youngest, My
older brothers taught me about sex in some many cases. I went on a few dates, as
a tag along and heard the sounds of sex, plus spied a few times. I knew what she
had wanted, and she was forcing me almost to give it to her. We got under the
bleachers and went at it. She was screaming like crazy, I litterally had to cover
her mouth as people were sure to hear. Neither of us lasted for every long, I
came first. Sylvia and I stayed together for that whole rest of the year, having
sex at every possible free time. After school finished, she went away to live
with a sister in the US, and I stayed behind. I heard a few times that she had a
child, but I doubt it was mine. I got married to another girl, who i knew from
childhoon, and had three kids of my own. But I owe a lot to Sylvia, and the
things she taught me to do. Who cares if everyone thought she was a flousy....