Below are the 10 most recent journal entries recorded in december21's LiveJournal:

Thursday, July 22nd, 2004
8:55 am	Last night Drank too much alcohol Smoked too many cigarettes Danced for hours Made out with a married woman (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, July 8th, 2004
2:56 pm	A few of my favorite things Painted toenails and sandals Broad shoulders and spaghetti-strapped cotton shirts Tan lines I spent some time with a family friend this past weekend. She is 21. She is not beautiful, but she is very sexy. She has dark skin and was very tan. She wore no makeup except for mascara that framed her green eyes and made them appear to glow. She was confident. We all know that confidence is a necessary ingredient of sex appeal. She would smile, flirt, and act shy. I had to work not to give her too much attention. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, June 29th, 2004
5:32 pm	French club, conclusion and beyond We dressed, exchanged a final kiss, and quietly walked out of the bathroom. My roommate was asleep or at least pretending to be asleep. When Lisa opened the door, I could see that it was beginning to get light outside. I don't think that I slept during the few remaining hours of the night. I began the night angry with Susan, because she was using her ex-boyfriend Sam in an attempt to make me jealous. I ended the night having the most intense sexual experience of my life (to that point) with Lisa. I was a bit confused regarding my own feelings about the encounter. From prior conversations with Lisa, I knew her sexual motivation. I was a guy on the "I wonder what he would be like in bed" list, and I had just been crossed off it. I came away from the experience wanting more but knowing that I shouldn't expect more. As we assembled at the buses for the return, I sought out Marie and asked her to save me a seat. I also asked her if she would be willing to switch buses, so that I could avoid both Susan and Lisa on the return ride. She was happy to comply with both requests. I walked over to Susan and Lisa. Susan gave me a kiss and Lisa gave me a smile. Susan told me that she saw me talking to my "sophomore girlfriend" and asked me if I planned to sit with her on the return trip. I told her that I didn't want to come between her and Sam during their reunion tour. Marie and I both slept on the return trip. She had her head on my shoulder most of the time. I enjoyed the time with her. She was cute, nice, innocent, not-Susan, and not-Lisa. For the most part, the next 3-4 months were uneventful. I was with Susan more often than not. Lisa would occasionally hide little teasing notes in my locker. She would also try to get me to kiss her in semi-public locations. Once I needed to leave school in the middle of a class for a doctor's appointment. Lisa saw me walking down the hall and found a way to get out of her class. As I was standing at my locker, I saw her walk down the empty hall with a big wooden hall pass in hand. She walked up to me and moved in so close that we were touching from knee to chest. We kissed until we heard someone coming down the hallway. I don't think that we were caught, but I'll never know for sure. I'll admit that I wanted to have sex with Lisa again, but I knew that it would never happen if I made the first move. She liked to be the aggressor. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 23rd, 2004
10:02 am	French club, part 3 I opened the door to find Lisa standing outside. Neither of us spoke. She took my hand, led me to the bathroom, and quietly closed the door. I sat on the toilet and she straddled me. We started kissing immediately. I was excited and nervous. We still hadn't spoken. I wanted to fuck her. My roommate was sleeping in the next room. We briefly stopped kissing as I pulled her jersey over her head and removed her bra. The bra was white and see-through. She was wearing very short cutoff jeans shorts under the jersey. Her breasts were small but nicely shaped. Her nipples were pink and puffy. I stopped kissing her to suck on them. I loved the semi-firm feeling of the puffy nipples. She moaned quietly as I sucked one and then the other. She stood up while pulling off my shirt. I was the first to speak, "should we be doing this?" She unzipped my pants and pulled them off. "Do you want to stop?" "No." "Then yes, we should be doing this." I raised my butt off of the seat while she pulled my underwear off. Needless to say, I was already hard. She leaned down and put the head of my cock in her mouth. At first her tongue swirled around the head. Then she slowly lowered her head all the way down until her lips were at the base. I had never felt that before. She slowly moved her head up and down while maintaining eye contact. It felt great but I wasn't sure how much more I could stand. "You'd better stop." She stood up and took off her shorts and a pair of white see-through string bikini underwear. I wasn't completely sure what was going to happen next, but I was hoping for the best. She lifted one leg over me, grabbed my shoulders, and lowered herself toward my cock. "I don't have a condom." "You don't need one." I rubbed my index finger along the folds just outside of her pussy. She was soaking wet. I helped guide her down onto my cock. She slowly sat down. We sat like that for some time while we kissed. My cock pulsed inside of her, wanting motion but probably better off for the lack of movement. I grabbed her waist and together we slowly moved her up and down. I noted that she was just as thin as Susan but softer. I wanted more control over the action and suggested that we move to the floor. This bathroom was small. It contained a tub, a sink, and a toilet with a small amount of space on the floor in front of the sink and toilet. Lisa leaned forward with her knees on the ground and her arms resting on the edge of the tub. Her skin was pale, and her blonde hair fell over her left shoulder. I grabbed her waist and entered her from the back. I could not believe how wet she was. I started slowly and quickly increased the pace. She moaned quietly. She reached back and felt me move in and out of her before she began touching her own clit. She asked me to go faster, harder. I felt her hand moving faster. She started pushing back into me. She said "Cum inside of me. Cum now!" I slowed down a bit. I wanted to remember how she looked and what being inside her felt like. I kissed her shoulder, pushed into her as far as I could, and came. It was my first time without a condom, and it was wonderful. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, June 22nd, 2004
11:37 am	French club, part 2 Eventually, Susan decided to quit punishing me or simply tired of playing with Sam. Either way, Sam and one of the other couples left the room. Susan and I ended up on one of the double beds with the remaining couple. The lights were out, and Lisa sat alone on the other bed watching television. Susan and I kissed and groped each other over our clothes while the couple next to us did the same. The close proximity was both arousing but limiting, since we weren't willing to expose ourselves to anyone else on that night. At some point, Lisa jumped into the bed between the us and the other couple, saying "it was getting lonely over there." We all started getting tired. Susan fell asleep with me lying on top of her. The other couple fell asleep next to each other. I closed my eyes but had a difficult time falling asleep, because I was on top of Susan and thinking about the kiss from Lisa. I opened my eyes to find Lisa looking at me. We both leaned forward. The first kiss was gentle and short in duration. We were very cautious for the first few minutes. Trying to secretly fool around on a queen-sized bed containing five people was no easy feat. After each kiss, we stopped to see if Susan or the other couple were going to wake up. We began to get more adventurous with our kissing. The kisses got longer and more passionate. I wasn't satisfied with just kissing but wasn't sure what else was possible from both the practical-I-am-laying-on-my-girlfriend-while-making-out-with-someone-else standpoint and the we-can't-really-have-a-discussion-of-limits standpoint. I put a hand on her stomach and then I slowly moved it up underneath her boyfriend's jersey while maintaining eye contact. Lisa's smile never wavered. I moved my hand higher up underneath her bra while we kissed. She moaned into my mouth as I pinched and lightly twisted her nipples. I was so excited that I thought I could hear my own heartbeat. I guess that Susan could hear it too. She woke up, looked at me and said, "Why is your heart beating so fast?" Think fast. Think fast. "I just had a strange dream. I should go back to my room and get some sleep." I got up, not knowing if I would get away with that story. I walked to the door and looked back to see Susan going back to sleep. Lisa was grinning. As I walked across the parking lot toward my room, I heard a door open behind me. Lisa waved and then blew me a kiss. She watched me until I unlocked the door and went inside. I laid down and watched the time on the digital clock advance from 3:00 to 3:15. My roommate was snoring. I heard a light tapping at the door. To be continued (Comment on this)
Friday, June 11th, 2004
3:14 pm	French club, part 1 I think that the French department at my high school could have written a book on branding, because somehow they made French classes and the French club cool to a group of students that tended not to associate cool with anything that involved adults. The French club put together two field trips each year, one in late fall/early winter to some regional cultural event or site and the second to France during spring break. This story begins early on a Saturday morning in early November. I was single at the time. Susan and I hadn't had sex in a few weeks, so we were beginning to act friendly toward each other again. The buses left the school at 6am, and I found myself on the same bus with both Susan and Lisa. Susan was sitting with another ex-boyfriend, Sam, and Lisa was sitting with a potential future boyfriend. I avoided both of them by sitting with a sophomore named Marie. I didn't know her very well, but I thought that she was cute. She turned out to be very nice. Marie and I talked during the several hour ride to the Smithsonian, toured the museums together, and sat at the same table during dinner at a French restaurant. Overall, it was a good day. At the end of the long day, the buses drove us to our motel, a two-story non-chain motel just outside of the major suburbs of DC. The motel was clean, but I wouldn't say much more for it. After a full day of avoiding Susan, my curiosity got the best of me, and I found her room. It turned out that Lisa and Susan were sharing a room. Lisa and Susan had a strange relationship. While they spent a fair amount of time together and appeared to be friends, I never felt that they genuinely liked each other. Rather, I thought that they felt an innate desire to compete with each other and staying close together allowed each to keep an eye on the other. This strange relationship continued past high school as they went to the same university and were roommates during their freshman year. When I walked into their motel room, I found Susan, her ex-boyfriend Sam, Lisa, and two other boy/girl couples watching a movie on the television. There were two double beds in the room, and the room was lit only by the TV. The two couples were sitting on one. Sam, Susan, and Lisa were sitting on the other. Susan and Lisa were both dressed for bed. Susan wore blue pinstripe pajamas, and Lisa wore her boyfriend's oversized home-game football jersey and nothing else that was visible. Susan patted the bed and asked me to sit beside her. As the movie went on, we began to hold hands and then began to kiss. By the time the movie ended, I am guessing that Susan had decided to punish me for ignoring her all day. She started flirting with the other guys in the room before she began to pretend to make out with Sam. At first, I kept watching the television in a futile attempt to ignore her. Then I decided to play along. I planned to pretend to kiss Lisa. She was sitting in the chair watching the whole scene with a look of amusement. I leaned over and stopped about 2 inches from her face. Lisa closed the distance, kissed me, and quickly flicked her tongue across my lips. I froze. The sounds in the room didn't change, indicating that no one had seen the kiss. Lisa wore a big grin and a look that challenged me to respond. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 9th, 2004
4:35 pm	Friday night lights During one of the off periods in my relationship with Susan, I went to a high school football game with friends. Our football team was terrible in those days, and the students viewed the games simply as excuses for large social gatherings. I had a great time at the game. It was nice to be able to socialize freely without the fear of retribution. I spent the first half of the game with guy friends before running into Lisa. As a reminder, Lisa and I had gone through a brief flirtation just before I began dating Susan. Lisa looked great. She had let her blonde hair grow, and she looked very sexy in spite of the fact that she was wearing her boyfriends away-game football jersey. She was still quite slim, but she had begun to fill out nicely. At first, Lisa and I talked about standard high school gossip, but after a while, she started talking about her sex life. To this day, the conversation remains remarkable to me. I still haven't had many meaningful conversations with women about sex. Most of my partners have not been willing to freely talk about their prior sex lives, and the one notable exception (Jennifer: we'll get to her later) wasn't able to speak of her own interests and motivation as well as Lisa. I think that the conversation began something like "do you remember when I dated John for two weeks last fall?" "Yeah." "We had sex." Then she started working through the list of all of the guys that she had slept with over the past year or so. In high school terms, I considered myself experienced with my one steady sex partner. During the same period, she had gone through at least 5 partners as a sophomore and 2 in the first few months of her junior year. She summed up her motivation as follows: "When I look at a guy, I wonder what he would be like in bed, what it would feel like, what he would look like, what he would say... . I know that I can have almost any guy that I want, so why shouldn't I?" Her most interesting story was of one of my friends who turned out to be a bad lover. "I knew that it was a mistake as soon as we began fooling around. But since we had gotten this far, I figured that I might as well go through with it. I listened to the radio and looked at the ceiling until he finished fucking me." Our conversation was mostly one sided. She talked and I listened. When the game ended, she ran onto the field to congratulate her boyfriend Mike on one of our 2 victories for the year. After that game, we continued to discuss our sex lives on a regular basis, and the conversations continued to be largely one sided. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, June 8th, 2004
7:24 pm	Transition Most men would say that Susan is most sexually attractive woman that I have ever dated. While my tastes have changed in favor of slim, small-breasted women, I can still understand her attractiveness. She had a pretty, wholesome face, wide shoulders, large firm breasts, a small waist, a curvaceous but tight ass, and muscular legs. Were it not for her age, she would have been a perfect candidate for Playboy. Susan had one major flaw: jealousy. When we began dating, she would get jealous if I had a conversation with an attractive girl. Later, she expanded the circle of jealousy to include all girls. Finally, she tried to separate me from all of my friends. I put up with this behavior for too long. I am sure that the sex was a contributing factor in my acceptance of her behavior, but even the sex couldn't sustain the relationship forever. We broke up for the first time during the summer between my junior and senior years. That first breakup began the yearlong on-again, off-again period of our relationship. (Comment on this)
11:00 am	High School Memory 2 The sex during next six months was great but not particularly noteworthy. Susan and I headed to my room each Friday and Saturday night after each date and usually had sex twice. We tried every position that we could imagine. After the experimentation phase, our favorite positions were still the old standbys: missionary and doggy style. There was one notable event in my junior year. Susan and I went to the talent show toward the end of the school year. She leaned over and whispered into my ear, "let me suck you." "No." "Please." "No, not here." She then said the magic phrase "I'll let you cum in my mouth." That was all it took. As a couple, we were probably slow to get to oral sex. It took two months for us to regularly incorporate it into our evenings, and she had never let me cum in her mouth. We moved to a spot in the back corner of the auditorium that was isolated but not so far from everyone else to arouse suspicion. We were only two rows behind a group of our classmates. She slowly unzipped my pants while leaning over my lap. Needless to say, I was ready for contact. The anticipation of not having to stop made the blowjob feel even better. I wanted to close my eyes and I wanted to moan, but I couldn't do either. I touched her moving head and let her know that I was getting close. She looked up and kept going. I looked around one last time to see that the coast was clear before closing my eyes, holding my breath, and letting go. The feeling was intense. She sat up and swallowed after a few seconds before kissing me on the cheek and leaving to find a water fountain. She asked me how I liked the blowjob, and I told her that it was amazing. She said that she enjoyed it too. I can't know with certainty whether or not she was telling the truth, but I do know that I received several more blowjobs from her over the next year. (Comment on this)
Monday, June 7th, 2004
6:40 pm	High School Memory 1 Susan was my first serious girlfriend. As far back as I can remember, I have always favored dark-complexioned, dark-haired women, and Susan fit that mold perfectly. She had shoulder-length curly brown hair and a rounded pretty face with big brown eyes. She was tall (5’8”), athletic, and graceful. I was infatuated. We met on the first day of school in French class. I was 16 and a junior. She was 15-year old sophomore. The next few months were worthy of a soap opera. Susan had broken up with her boyfriend over the summer. She and her friend Lisa began flirting with me before the end of the first week of school. The three-way teasing lasted for a few weeks until I gained the courage to ask Susan out on a date. That was when I found out that she had decided to return to her ex-boyfriend. I started paying more attention to Lisa, even though I didn't find her as attractive as Susan. Lisa was slim and pretty but blonde and fair skinned. Eventually, Susan dumped her boyfriend and started leaving friendly little notes in my locker. Susan and I had our first date in early November. We quickly progressed from the kiss at the door to the 1-hour kissing session in the chosen parking location to the 1-hour kissing and groping session in my bedroom, conveniently located in an out of the way location above the garage. I was a virgin. She was a virgin, albeit a virgin with more experience. I loved everything about Susan. I loved the way that she tasted when we kissed. I loved the feeling of dueling with her tongue. I loved the way that her breasts stood straight out. They were perfectly shaped and slightly more than a handful in volume. Her nipples were brown and the tip of her left nipple was slightly indented. I could kiss them for hours. We progressed slowly below the waist. For a month, I did nothing but finger her with my hands tucked into her unzipped jeans. Just as I began to fear that our exploration was coming to an end, Susan told me that she thought I should buy a condom before our next date. Date night. I picked Susan up at her house. She was wearing a black cashmere sweater with Levis and black leather clogs. We watched a boring movie and had a quick dinner before heading to my room. I can't say that I remember the rest of the night in play-by-play format, but a number of moments stick in my mind. I remember the blue glow from my stereo that sat on the headboard. That blue glow illuminated the entire bed. I remember lying down with Susan straddling my midsection. She pulled off the sweater to reveal a pink lacy bra that I hadn't seen before. After unhooking the bra in the front (the first time I saw such a bra), she then leaned down, twisting one shoulder toward me until one nipple was placed against my lips. I gently sucked in just the tip. She lifted up and placed the other nipple on my lips. I gently sucked. We played this game for five minutes until I couldn't stand it anymore. I grabbed her by the shoulders and rolled over on top of her. I remember that it was the first time that I saw her completely nude. She really was beautiful. We climbed under the covers and she pulled me in close to her. I raised myself up above her and she guided the head of my cock into her. I slowly pushed myself in. Her pussy felt warm and slick. I began to move in and out with increasing speed. She moaned quietly with each push. Her moans increased in volume. She said that she came. I came a few minutes later. It was a great experience, but I was too nervous about her feelings and my performance to enjoy it completely. We would have plenty of opportunities to perfect the performance. (Comment on this)