Because my boyfriend at the time and I went to different schools, we made it a point to see each other whenever we had time. It was sort of like a Romeo and Juliet situation, where I wasn’t allowed to date and he was in the closet, so everything had
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Like a Virgin: All Oiled Up
Content Warning for language and descriptions that might be considered vulgar. The first day I met my boyfriend at the time, he left me with the loveliest words: “Your ass is so fuckable.” I knew that it was eventually going to come one day, and no matter how many times
Types Only Take You So Far: Finding Excitement in Variety
During my run today, I was passed by a group of male cross country runners of high school age. Clad in tastefully-short shorts, some in shirts and others without, they zoomed past me into the approaching darkness, muscled legs moving together in deliciously unsynchronized unison. I found myself grinning and not
Saddle Up: A Rough Recollection
My high school Italian teacher once told me that aside from graduation, the biggest moment in my life would be losing my virginity. Despite the fact that life has been fucking me over since I was born, I never expected to lose my V-card during high school. I knew that it was
Not So Fast: On Netflixing and Not Chilling
Back when I was 16, I was still getting the hang of the whole dating thing. Granted, I'd already made out with and given a handjob to the guy I was seeing within a week of dating, but as we agreed to slow things down, we opted for a quiet movie night together.
There He Blows: A Field of Dreams
Audrey Jang • The Student Life I don’t mean to toot my own horn, but I’ve always had a knack for catching balls. From basketball to football, I was the typical jock from a young age. Even though constant injuries plagued me from ever competing in these sports, there was always one kind of
Sucks to Suck: Marked and Dangerous, Hiding the Hickey
I remember the first time I ever got a hickey. I was five years old and I sucked on the top of a jar for far too long. Eventually, when I unlatched myself, there was a bright red ring around my mouth for the rest of the day. Granted, I didn’t know how much
Riding Dirty, and It Feels So Good
He said he’d be right back, and followed up with a kiss that didn’t exactly make me amped about his return. My 4-a.m. drunken eyes watched his naked back and ass slip through the bedroom door, and this, I knew, was my chance to get covered. I hurtled across the bed and shimmied
The Best Fantasies Come as a Surprise
“Come on,” my boyfriend whispered in the midst of trying to convince me that we should 69. “I know there’s something crazy you just want to try.” “Maybe there is,” 15-year-old me wondered out loud. Truth be told, I had nothing. But, to put an end to his constant questioning,
Letting Down the Rear Guard
Like all good birthday wishes, his came as a wistful fantasy at 3 a.m. “You know you’re a little bit curious…” Freshly 20, my then-boyfriend had played smart with his strategy. We were both more than buzzed and covered in the salty remnants of our dip in the ocean, snuggled