This, That, and the Other

I am unofficially participating in this year’s A to Z Challenge. My theme this year is girlfriends.

Warning: This post is NSFW.

Q is for Quinn F.

We’re heading back to high school to introduce you to Quinn, the girl who robbed me of my virginity. It happened during the summer between my junior and senior years of high school. My two best friends worked part-time at the local drugstore back in the day when drugstores had soda fountains. You could get hot dogs, sandwiches, ice cream sundaes, root beer floats, milkshakes, and coffee at the drugstore soda fountain.

I would periodically hang out at the counter with them when they were working the fountain and, because they were my best friends, they would often give me a free milkshake and hot dog.

One day, while I was sitting on a stool at the counter drinking my milkshake and chatting aimlessly with my pals, an attractive redhead walked into the drugstore, sat down at the other end of the counter, and ordered an ice cream soda.

One of my buddies started to make her ice cream soda while the other leaned in to me and said, “That’s Quinn. She works across the street at the beauty academy and word on the street is that she messes around.”

After Quinn got her soda, my buddies and I were huddled at the other end of the counter admiring the young lady, and, believe me, there was a lot to admire. I saw her pull out a pencil from her handbag and write something down on a napkin. Then she looked toward the three of us and loudly asked, “Who wants my cherry?”

It was all the three of us could do to keep from going completely nuts. Egged on by my two friends, I sheepishly responded, “I do.”

She got up off her stool, walked over to where I was sitting, and put the cherry from her ice cream soda into my mouth, which was conveniently gaping open.

She handed me the napkin with the writing on it and, in a very matter of fact way, said, “Pick me up at 8 tonight.” Then she turned around and sashayed her way out of the drugstore.

I looked at the napkin and saw, scratched out with what appeared to have been an eyebrow pencil, an address and phone number, along with the impression of her lipstick covered lips. My buddies couldn’t believe it and made me promise to tell them all about my date with Quinn.

I had asked my dad if I could use his car, a Chevy II station wagon, that night, and managed to smuggle a blanket and two pillows out of the house and spread them out in the back of my father’s station wagon. I drove to the address Quinn had written down on the napkin and she was sitting on the stoop waiting for me. I took her to the local drive-in movie (remember those?) and once we parked the car, were all over each other. I don’t even remember what movie was playing because I was too busy exploring Quinn’s exquisite body to even look at the screen.

Quinn suggested that we leave to drive-in and head to a place she knew where we would be more private. We drove for about 10 minutes to some country road, which led to a dirt road, and drove another couple of hundred yards when she told me to stop. Then she suggested that we hop in the back of the station wagon where I had laid out the blanket and pillows.

Once we were situated back there she took off all of her clothes and started to take off mine. “You’ve never had sex before, have you?” she asked me. I admitted to being a virgin. I think I heard her say something about how she loved popping a boy’s cherry. Then she asked me if I had a condom and I told her I was prepared.

But I wasn’t prepared for what she did next. She opened the condom, put it in her mouth, and got it on me using her mouth and tongue. O.M.G! Then she laid back, grabbed my thing, and eased it inside of her.

Once I was inside of her and started thrusting, I lasted about 30 seconds before exploding. Quinn was not at all happy about that. She got dressed and asked me to drive her home. For me, it was both the best and worst night of my young life. I was mortified.

The next day I made the mistake of admitting to my two best friends that I lasted only 30 seconds. And that admission resulted in my earning the nickname “Quick Draw” during my senior year in high school.

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