Small Town Slut

I lost my virginity at The University of Michigan, a school with 40,000 students. When some Frat boy invited me to his room of my second day of school, I thought, why not? I never thought of sex as a big deal. I just hadn’t had it in high school because guys weren’t interested in me. I’m not certain as to why. I thought it was because I didn’t have boobs but I still don’t have boobs and plenty of guys want to hook up. So clearly that wasn’t it.

 After losing my virginity, I had sex with tons of guys. There wasn’t much gossip because, in such a large school, I was fairly anonymous.

The next year I moved to NYC where anonymity and casual sex dominate the “dating scene.” If you can call it that. It’s really more of a “I’m tired from working a long, stressful week but I’m horny so come over and I’ll quickly pound you so I can cum.” A.K.A. the 3AM “what’s up?” text. 

Next I moved to Denver where I found myself in an open relationship with a guy named Tommy. We’d mostly hook up with each other but a casual hookup here and there was fine. Denver was a large enough city that nobody was judging. 

Last winter I moved to a small ski town in Colorado; population 12,000. Between the ages of 20 and 34 there are 3,000 people. But I was dating Tommy so I had my sex fill and didn’t feel the need to slut around, at least not too much. 

I broke up with Tommy this summer at a hostel and came back to my small town as a single girl in a town dominated my desperately horny men. Initially I was reluctant to hook up.

Luke

  • My co-worker: Made work fun
  • Playful, goofy: This is what made working with him fun. I also love playful sex. He’d pull my hair and choke me but in such a sweet way
  • Bi-polar, emotional, flaky
  • Creative; both in bed and in life. A great tattoo artist
  • Intelligent: Good at crosswords
  • From Alabama: Grew up in a racist, religious town but he was atheist and against prejudice. I’m also atheist and very against prejudice.
  • Curly hair, pretty face
  • That accent got to me

A boy I worked with, Luke, tried to make out and I turned his hot ass down twice. But then I decided, what the fuck, and so I fucked him. It was great, despite his small penis and I began really liking Luke.

Devin

  • Fit, liked working out
  • Was down to do stuff, fun
  • Actually texted me and responded to my texts
  • Not overly emotional
  • Curly hair

Luke was flaky so when he wouldn’t respond, I’d fuck Devin, a kid that I met at a party. Apparently Luke and Devin were besties. Oops. Luke was pissed. I thought it was kind of stupid because my mentality is ‘fuck my friends all you want.’ But I love when my friends have sex.

On the other hand, I was kind of flattered that Luke cared enough to get upset so I decided to try and talk it out. I wore my hottest outfit so hopefully he couldn’t resist me. He told me Devin wasn’t the only one of his friends that said they’d hooked up with me. Bullshit! I’d fucked 1 other person in the whole town- his name was Jacob.

Jacob

  • Hot
  • Just fuck buddies. We’d been casually fucking since winter
  • Bad sex
  • He always had bagels at his place. I get hungry in the morning so this was a major plus
  • So hot. In great shape. Pretty face

Luke was absolutely not friends with Luke. So obviously Luke’s friends were lying. Luke forgave me. We had awesome sex that night.

Spencer

  • Fit, liked working out
  • My neighbor
  • Always around: We got close fast because it was so easy for us to hang out
  • Skater boy
  • Didn’t like to go out but liked parties
  • Bad in bed but nice to cuddle with
  • We’d go to breakfast. I love breakfast

I told my friend Spencer that I liked casual sex and he asked if I could have casual sex with him too. I said sure. We did. It was pretty bad sex. But I liked cuddling with him so I spent every night that Luke rejected me, which was every night, cuddling with Spencer. He asked to be exclusive which I declined because I liked Luke, not Spencer.

I went to Chili and when I returned, Luke took me to dinner. I was ecstatic. But then Luke returned to his old, flaky self and I bitched him out so we agreed not to talk.

I went out with my friend, Lindsay 1 night and brought back some cute random guy. His name was Eli.

Eli

  • Amazing in bed. Maybe the best ever. Creative, fun, a bit too dirty though
  • A raft guide. Lived out of his car and didn’t know where he’d live tomorrow. Maybe California? I loved the spontaneity
  • Was down for casual sex
  • In great shape

Eli and I had so much sex that I got really sore. Apparently he was Jacob’s brother. Fuck!!! Jacob wouldn’t talk to me anymore.

I ran into Luke on my bike and said that we should hang out again. He came over that night but wouldn’t talk to me and only wanted sex. I was pissed so I told him that I was too sore to have sex because I’d had too much sex with Eli. Luke was obviously pissed.

I told Spencer I was too sore as well. He was also pissed. He said that if we weren’t going to be exclusive, he wouldn’t hang out with me. So I agreed to try it. But then we ran into my friend Phil and I got excited. Spencer got jealous. But Phil and I were friends. If this was what dating Spencer was going to be like, I wasn’t interested. So I fucked Eli and went on a date with Joe.

Meanwhile, a boy J.P. called me “no good.” A guy, Sea Bass, who tried to hook up with be but I declined, said that he thought that I had no soul. He was friends with Luke and Devin so who knows what he thinks. But the thing about Sea Bass is that I leant him my beloved bear coat and gave him lots of Maker’s Mark. And what did he do for me? Nothing. But anyway, all of Spencer’s friends think that he shouldn’t talk to me. And Spencer told me that he didn’t think that I had a conscience.

I just don’t understand the small town mentality. Why do I have to be exclusive? Why does turning someone down make me the devil? Why does having sex with other people mean that I don’t have a conscience? Spencer is always worried about “my reputation.” Apparently if I’m exclusive with him, it will fix everything. But why does it need to be fixed? What’s the problem? And is it a problem with my mentality or with the town?

 

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4 thoughts on “Small Town Slut

  1. This was an interesting perspective, one that I’ve never yet had the opportunity to listen to. Thank you for sharing your experiences.
    If your ending question on this post was rhetorical, feel free to not read anything further that I say, and just know that I am grateful for the chance you gave to see things from your point of view.
    If the question wasn’t completely rhetorical, then here’s my opinion: it’s not a problem with you or with the town. Merely a difference. Different societal norms, different cultural expectations – whatever you want to call it. Humanity is interesting because we are a species that can adapt to survive in almost any environment. Ironically, that ability to adapt is also what causes the most strife between us. Different experiences in each persons life lead to different methods of adapting. Those different methods are then judged by a different scale everywhere we go – that scale itself changing from person to person and place to place. A lot of life is subjective because of the fact that the human experience is subjective.
    I guess this isn’t really an answer, per se. Just an opinion I wanted to share, because your post made me think.

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