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It’s been years since it happened. Yeah, I know I shouldn’t be able to remember something this trivial this long after the fact, but I do. It wasn’t something spectacularly important, but it’s stuck with me.
Back then, I was sure that it was my weight that hindered our sexual exploits. People always told me that I wasn’t fat, but at seventeen it’s hard to believe your parents when they tell you you’re thin and beautiful. Hell, it’s hard to believe anyone when they say that to you. Do you know that it’s something like seventy percent of teenage girls that have an eating disorder? Well, I was one of the majority on this one.
Sure, I’d already risked my life a few times. I had piloted a mobile suit for the specials, defected and almost got myself killed trying to get information to my…well the best way to say it is to my ex. He’s not my boyfriend anymore, but he wasn’t my boyfriend then, either. It wasn’t until after that whole fucking mess that we got together. And well, this story is about him.
So I dated one of the Gundam pilots. It’s not that big of a deal. They are all normal human beings. Really normal, with the normal problems and everything. Truly, I’m not sure what drew me to him back then, but I thought he was a God. Well he was the self-proclaimed God of Death, but in reality he was a man. A man with problems. And I’m talking about the normal physical human problems, not the I’m-a-fucked-up-kid-from-the-streets-who-fought-and-won-two-wars psychological problems.
Well, we did have a lot in common, for teenage standards anyway. We had the same taste in music, came from the same colony, and both fought in the wars. Besides, he liked my cooking and had his own apartment. It was puppy love. And he could drive, a big plus. Basically, he was one of the cool kids. Getting invited to all the best parties; true, he was cooler than most with the post-war celebrity stuff, and I got to ride on his coat-tails. So I figured I owed him something in return.
He was gentle our first time, well my first time; he’d been with people before. I knew he swung both ways and it didn’t bother me a bit. But back to losing my virginity…well, he was gentle, but it hurt. It always hurts when the guy falls out and tries to screw your asshole. Whatever you do, don’t let them talk you into doggy style before you learn the subtle nuances of sex; that will always turn out bad. But I was naive, you can’t blame me. Now I know better.
But the first time is something that no one ever forgets, although there are some days that I wish I could. My lovers since have, for lack of a better word, been better.
Don’t ever let the old saying fool you: size does matter. It matters a lot! Especially if you want to experience things in more exotic locations. I don’t think I could have ever fucked Duo in the back of a car. It just wouldn’t have worked. Bathroom stalls were definitely out of the question. We couldn’t even do it in the shower.
The shower. That’s where it started. It was one of his whims. He needed a shower after a long day in the scrap yard, and I was over at his place, so he suggested I join him with that lecherous look in his eyes. So I did.
It wasn’t that the tub wasn’t big enough. We easily fit two people in there. But we were of comparable height, so face-to-face wasn’t an option. There was no way I could bend enough to do it doggy style, especially if I wanted to be alive afterwards. And it was way too awkward to have me stand on the sides of the bathtub. Hell, he even tried to get me to ride him, but that was a little cramped.
We tried every position that was in his arsenal, but it just didn’t quite fit. As I said earlier, I thought it was because I was too fat. He did manage to slip it in once, briefly, but when he attempted to thrust, it slipped out.
We did stay under the spray for a little while after that, but needless to say, after we got out I was extremely frustrated and wanted him to fuck me, and I mean really fuck me.
I followed his towel clad form into his bedroom and watched him get dressed, sprawled across his bed. Eventually he finished, and flopped out next to me, rolling until I was on top of him, straddling his hips.
Like I said before, I wanted to be fucked, bad. They say most girls are insatiable right after you pop their cherry, and I was no exception. But all he could say was he was tired. Yes, tired.
“Why?” I asked, coyly bouncing on his lap a little.
“Ooooh...do that again.”
“Not until you tell me why you’re tired.”
“Cause I got some place warm and fuzzy,” he replied, grabbing my crotch. Needless to say, we weren’t together long after that.
I moved on and felt what it was like to have a real man. Yes, I said a real man. Trust me Gundam pilot 02 isn’t a real man. At four inches, erect, well that’s the size of a child’s. And I finally had an orgasm during sex, but don’t tell him I said that.
Last I heard, he was living with pilot 01. I hope his ass is better then his dick, or Heero will be sorely disappointed. At least he can give someone some pleasure, at least with something other then his mouth. But, I’m not bitter or anything; can’t you tell?
Oh, and if you see him, tell stubby I said “hi!”
