NBD DTF 19 Year Olds

25/04/2010, 01:44
Filed under: at the warehouse/show/party, cougars | Tags: art school, bourgeoisie, college boys, cougars, making out, party, sex, Swedish indie rock, tits, virgins

Caught in the midst of my twenties, it is (almost) a thrill to ‘score’ with a 19 year old. This has not happened in the last three years, but it just happened last nite and this morning, and I can’t wait for it to happen again. I think this must be what it feels like to be a cougar. I guess you can call it a ‘new fetish’: the vibrant optimism of liberal-arts college freshmen that yearn to ‘be somebody’ and to ‘make art that means something’ is a quality that transcends into their keen sexual behavior. ‘Getting off’ isn’t faced with apathy but as the ‘grand prize’ at the end of the race.

He came with me to the liquor store from the party, but he didn’t get anything, and he carried the 12-pack I got for my friend, I asked him why he came along if he wasn’t going to get anything. He said, “So you wouldn’t have to go alone.” And then he asked me if I had a boyfriend. I said, “No, not really my thing.” Then we talked about how it’s okay for gay men to grab a girls tits just whenever they want; sometimes it’s even encouraged. But for a straight man to do that it’s weird because of all the rules. (If a straight man grabs a girls tits, and it’s consensual, they’re gonna fuck later. Otherwise, she’s gonna get pretty pissed off.) So he asked me if he could grab my my tits, and I said, “maybe later.” When we finally made out, (I made the first move) he used too much tongue. When I asked him if he wanted a key bump he said, “No, I’ve never done it before.” His friend told me he was a virgin, and that he is really inexperienced, I said, “Sweet, that’s awesome! I’ve never had one of those before.” When I told him what his friend told me hours later when we were going back to my place, he denied it in a ‘What?! No way!’ sorta way. I was a little tiny bit bummed he wasn’t a virgin. (Why have I never had one? Everyone else has!) After all, it’s not mastering rocket science. (Drunken casual sex) experience isn’t everything; it doesn’t make anyone a ‘Kama Sutra expert’. An eagerness to please and endurance are really the two main ingredients to over-average sex, because anything better than that is rare and I think that’s why people ‘go steady’ and ‘fall in love’ sometimes.

After we ‘finished’, I asked him if he wanted to watch a movie.
“What do you want to watch?”
“Anything, something funny.”
I read off the stack of vhs movies on my dresser…
And he said, “Anyhing but ‘Dead Poets Society.’ Too much like my high school experience.”
So I put on ‘CQ.’ (This is my go-to movie when there’s a (naked) boy in my bed. It’s visually stimulating, indie, and easy to follow. Also, most guys have never seen it.) We talked about boarding school and other bourgeoisie things. It all seemed pretty interesting at 3 am. When we woke up this morning, there didn’t seem to be anything to talk about so we had sex again. I didn’t remember his name. Then we just lay there making small talk. I asked about how it was like living in the dorms. He told me about some movies he made. Then we put on our clothes. I drove him back to the dorms, and we talked about Swedish indie rock. He asked me if I liked ‘The Knife.’ I said yeah.