Straight Female / 41
I've never been the prim and proper type but I never imagined doing things I have done in my late 30s either. I conducted "boyfriend activity" in private as my son won't begin college until this fall.
However, one of these things, in the summer of '11, I succumbed to one of his two best friends that practically lived in our home. Once in awhile, he would do a little what I considered to be innocent flirting until he was chatting away as I did the laundry and I realized he was intent on doing the deed then and there.
It was morning and we were alone and I was folding clothes on the dryer. All I had on was a giant t-shirt but it went nearly to my knees. I thought he would chit-chat and walk off as usual, but in a confident manner, which I found surprising for a boy, he began putting the moves on me and, omitting pages of details, had my shirt hiked up and his erection out to penetrate me. My head was spinning but I submitted there in the laundry room, leaning over the washer to take it. He was very sweet after but I was feeling resentful toward myself for being this weak.
To make matters worse, he expected me to oblige any time we were alone together, so I would...for a whole five weeks until I lied about my boyfriend (who was actually an ex) being suspicious and having a temper. Thankfully, Tony seemed to be frightened of him and eventually stopped approaching me to take care of his need. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy Tony, but I knew it had to stop.
I guess this is what's called living life. I have very mixed emotions about that period, but I was very relieved when Tony got a gf. This wasn't really a "moment" but a time which I'm not proud.
However, one of these things, in the summer of '11, I succumbed to one of his two best friends that practically lived in our home. Once in awhile, he would do a little what I considered to be innocent flirting until he was chatting away as I did the laundry and I realized he was intent on doing the deed then and there.
It was morning and we were alone and I was folding clothes on the dryer. All I had on was a giant t-shirt but it went nearly to my knees. I thought he would chit-chat and walk off as usual, but in a confident manner, which I found surprising for a boy, he began putting the moves on me and, omitting pages of details, had my shirt hiked up and his erection out to penetrate me. My head was spinning but I submitted there in the laundry room, leaning over the washer to take it. He was very sweet after but I was feeling resentful toward myself for being this weak.
To make matters worse, he expected me to oblige any time we were alone together, so I would...for a whole five weeks until I lied about my boyfriend (who was actually an ex) being suspicious and having a temper. Thankfully, Tony seemed to be frightened of him and eventually stopped approaching me to take care of his need. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy Tony, but I knew it had to stop.
I guess this is what's called living life. I have very mixed emotions about that period, but I was very relieved when Tony got a gf. This wasn't really a "moment" but a time which I'm not proud.
