My bad, everyone. I've had this 3/4 done for weeks and weeks now, and never quite got around to those last 3 questions or so. At least one of these answers has changed... #8, and more about that to follow. But I'm leaving it as I wrote it...
And here are my answers to the same questions...
1. First French Kiss?
It was... the summer after ninth grade, this girl named Jane. She and I had been flirty on and off all school year long. This story ALSO starts at a dance in the school cafeteria, strangely enough. Lol. They must've been all the rage around where frances and I were growing up (about 20 miles away from each other, incidentally...)
Anyway, at some point she and another girl decided to race across the dance to me, to see who would win and get to ask me to dance with them. What can I say, I must've been the mack daddy. ;-) Anyway, Jane won, and she and I spent the rest of the dance dancing all close (by 9th grade standards) and kinda having a moment. After that, I was all about her, but we never quite got it together until summer. By this point, my parents were in the process of moving to the town where I live now. So, all Jane and I ended up having to show for ourselves was this torrid little two week affair of making out and groping and fondling.
We were hanging out at her house, in her musty semi-finished rec room of a basement. Nobody home. Her parents were ex-hippies and had a pretty awesome record collection, so we had spent the afternoon chilling out and listening to old records. Some really great ones -- Let It Bleed... Absolutely Free... Close to the Edge... side 2 of Led Zeppelin IV, which was a pop culture reference that I TOTALLY missed at the time.
Eventually, we settled in on the couch. I was teenage and slightly oblivious, and she was putting all her best moves on me. Stroking my hair, kissing my cheek... Sooner or later, I got the hint and kissed her back. :-)
I think, subconsciously, that this is the reason I love the smell of old records.
2. First Girlfriend?
First official one was Kristy, who I went out with for most of tenth grade. I was a new kid in a new school, and she latched onto me pretty much the first minute and took me under her wing. We were in chorus together. She asked me out, having known me all of about 4 days... (mack daddy, yes, but I was shy...), and we ended up being together for something like 6 or 7 months. Which is a million years in high school years.
3. First Type?
I didn't think I really HAD a 'type'... and I'm still not sure I have a physical 'type'. But what I always seemed to be drawn to was sort of artsy/bohemian, fairly intelligent girls, with a particular soft spot for musicians of any description. Things haven't really changed.
4. First time you had sex?
With Leslie, who I dated through the end of high school and most of college. It was my Freshman year of college, her Senior year of high school (she was a year younger)... I was 18, she was 17. It was just before Christmas, we were at her house making cookies. Again, nobody home. At some point, she disappeared off to the bathroom for a minute, and came back naked and flung herself at me. I chased her upstairs to her room, and we went for it. Not sure how long it lasted, but a fair while really. We tried a little bit of this and a little bit of that, tried our hand at a couple of different positions. Really wasn't bad. I'm not sure either of us got off, though, actually. I know I didn't. That actually took a few tries.
5. First celebrity crush?
Hmm. You know, I was never that big on the celebrity crush thing. I think it's not as much of a boy thing. Cause while all the girls were putting up their posters of New Kids on the Block (or Joey Lawrence...), us boys, at least the ones I knew, were putting up posters of baseball players and rock bands. Who we wanted to be, and not who we wanted to fuck... Cindy Crawford was all the rage at the time, but I never exactly got her. She always seemed a little old and, I dunno, 'mom-looking' to me. The word MILF didn't exist in 1992. But if it had, I wouldn't have been down with it. :-)
6. First sexual Fantasy?
Not sure it's a fantasy, exactly, but I have this very distinct memory of having this little daydream at a pretty young age. Had to have been probably 7 or 8... It was a couple of years before the birds and bees discussion, but I had this sense that boys had sort of outie parts and girls had sort of innie parts. And I had this wild-sounding idea that somehow you could probably kinda hook the one into the other. And I had this vision of dancing and twirling in a circle that way with the girl I had my little schoolboy crush on. :-)
7. First person you fell in love with?
I always say it was Kristy. She was the first girl who I told that I loved her at any rate. But, having been in love since then, and thinking back on how I felt about her, I don't know how much of that was truly love, and how much was teenage lusting and trying to get into her pants.
8. First proper sex toy?
I've gotta make an executive decision here. Are the leathers a toy, or an article of clothing...? I can see it either way, but I'm gonna go with 'toy'.
So, the first (and so far only) toy that I've had expressly for ME is the leathers. I suppose there's the red friend too, but I kinda consider that 'adopted'. Lol.
The first toy I ever participated in buying, though, was one that the Mrs and I bought... I think it was before we were married. So, like 5 1/2 - 6 years ago. Looked not entirely unlike this, but more ribby and less nubby. It got some good use for a little while, but then kinda fell out of favor like most things. It's still here somewhere, tucked in a drawer, I think I know where. But she and I have been in this house for 5 years, and in that time we may have used it... twice? If that. I consider it retired.
9. First porn video?
The first ones I probably ever saw were things online, back in the dark early days of grainy, laggy dial-up. In fact, I remember getting in trouble once when I was about 15 for having my door locked late at night, perusing some things I 'shouldn't have'...
The first one I remember seeing that was an actual physical tape (or DVD? Tape probably still at that point...) was with Leslie. It was during college, I was away for a couple of months on an internship. She had come to visit me at the place where I was living, and we went out and rented something from the sleazy little back room of the local video store. ;-) As I recall, it was some Playboy-produced, 'couples'-oriented sort of video. Far too softcore for my tastes, and really pretty tame. But we made it work.
10. First sexy lingerie item owned?
Can't say I've ever really owned any sexy lingerie, being a boy and all, and having decided that the leathers are a toy. I've had some boxers that were more of the silky/shiny variety, but whatever. They just feel nice. And of course there are the white ones that frances loves. But those I only got to wear to the gym... :-)
But I will tell you a story about underwear. Growing up, I was always a tighty-whities kinda guy. I had a couple pairs of flannel-y boxers, though, which I wore as jammy shorts. I was dating Leslie at the time... And I don't know if I did it for some real reason, I feel like it was just a whim, but one day when I was gonna be seeing her, I decided to wear them as boxers. We got to fooling around, as we most often did, and she responded pretty favorably to the switch. :-) So, I converted pretty much the next day...
11. First time giving oral?
I was... 15? It was in tenth grade. Kristy. We'd been together, I don't know, 5-6 months or so. We were at my house, in the basement, which had a little finished-in room in the back where my brother and I had all our instruments set up, and where the stereo was. Think it had maybe been an office before. Anyway, she and I were doing our 'usual', which consisted of sitting on the floor with most of the lights off, probably listening to some tunes, and making out. I was generally the more aggressive one in those days, the one with the roaming hands. ;-) And she was the one always keeping me in check. But this time, for whatever reason, was the first and only time she ever let me get her pants off. It was pretty dark, so I sadly didn't get much of a peek, but I can still remember her jeans sliding down over her hips and her lying back onto the floor so I could taste her. Mm. I'm sure I was tentative and not particularly good at what I was doing... But I was hooked.
12. First time getting oral?
I was probably 16? Leslie. Kristy never returned the favor, repressed little Catholic girl that she was. ;-) Frances is gonna give me such a hard time for this, but it's actually a bit tough to specifically remember the first one. Lol. But there were plenty that followed. I kick myself in advance for saying this, but like I said, the details are fuzzy... But the 'usual' for Leslie and I in those days was hanging out on her bed (cause her parents were the ones who would let us get away with it...), watching crap movies and fooling around. And (this may not be the first time, but go with it...) I remember her having unzipped my pants and giving me a fondle through my undies (I was still a tighty whities guy at this point, see #10). And I may have... 'encouraged' her to explore underneath. And she did! What a trooper. :-)
13. First orgasm given by someone else?
Leslie again, not sure if it was before or after the events of #12, but around the same time. It was a total flukey thing. She was giving me some nice hand action, and it completely snuck up on me and before I knew it, I was making a mess of the front of her shirt. Which, to her credit, she was completely unfazed by. Just whipped it right off and pulled on another.
See, the thing is, apart from this little incident, I was a little bit of a late bloomer in the getting off department. I generally didn't even when playing solo at that point -- I didn't really find that button until a bit later. Even the first probably dozen or so times I had sex, I didn't get off at all. And it was good! I just didn't get there. I guess I just had a high tolerance for pleasure. Still do. Which can be a bit of a mixed blessing... On the one hand, it means I can generally go at things for a nice long while (which frances loves...), but on the other it does occasionally mean that I can't get off when I'm 'ready' to. Shrug. I still think I'll take it over the alternative, if you feel me.
14. First one night stand?
I've never had an actual one night stand, but I did have what could have been a one night stand that stretched into a several night stand.
The version of this story that I've always told the mrs., which is the truth but not the whole truth, is that she was a friend of a friend, who I hooked up with at a party.
But you, dear readers, and frances, deserve the truth. That 'party' was my 5 year high school reunion. Which seemed easier at the time not to tell the mrs., as she and I went to high school together. I'd never met Julie before -- it was a big high school, our class was almost 600. The reunion was a barely-evolved frat party in a picnic grove. Far too many kegs, beer pong, general debauchery. I met Julie while chatting up a little cluster of misfits, band geeks, and lesbians who we seemed to be mutually acquainted with. We hit it off somehow, in that way you do when you're drunk. ;-) Things were breaking up, and what seemed like everybody was heading off to after-party at one of the bars downtown. Julie needed a ride, so naturally I offered her one. I'm not sure what I was thinking at this point, but it was certainly not that the evening would end the way that it did...
We caught up with the crowd at the bar, and it was a fairly lively good time. Drunk and obnoxious, but having fun. Eventually, people began to drift away, and she and I drifted down the street to another bar. Along the way, I grabbed her for a quick kiss. This bar was quieter, and we found a secluded corner. After a few minutes of making out and getting ourselves worked up, we decided it was time to get out of there...
We were fresh out of college, and both living at home at the time. But that night it so happened that hers was empty. She invited me in, and we got it on in fairly brief, drunken and unremarkable fashion. It wasn't great. But it wasn't bad. It just was.
The story could have ended there. But I think neither of us quite wanted to be 'one night stand people'. So, I called her, and we went out again. A couple times. But the harder we tried, the more we realized that there wasn't really much we had in common, or liked doing together, apart from getting drunk and having sex. And I'm not sure we were even that thrilled about that. Eventually, she called me one day and basically said "yeah, let's not do this anymore," and I wasn't heartbroken. And shortly thereafter, I had to go into hiding at an undisclosed locationfor a week or two, which is a story for another time. I realized that it would have sounded as improbable to her as it probably does to you... So, we ended up never talking after that. :-/
And looking back... At the time we were together, she worked with a friend of my brother's, who at some point made some comment to me about working with my girlfriend. To which i replied "oh, she's not really my girlfriend..." Yeah. I think I may have fucked that up there.
15. First dirty book/mag read?
I never really had the experience that frances did, of finding something stashed in the attic, or a closet, or a drawer. I had to buy my own. ;-) I remember in middle school, 6th grade or so, somebody in gym class having a Playboy or something in his bag, and people clamoring around to look... But I was a little repressed at that age, and besides, wasn't exactly in the in crowd who got invited for a peek. And I remember not too far from that same time having the swimsuit issue of some sports magazine... Which totally doesn't count as 'dirty', but which was well-read and cherished fondly. ;-) And years later, of course, there was the internet. But the first actual thing i owned was one I picked up at the combination porn store / strip club I used to go to when I was about 21. Place isn't what it used to be... ;-)