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I spent my senior year in high school in love with this smoking hot foreign exchange student from Switzerland. She and I became friendly with one another, she would hang out with me at my work, eat lunch together, etc. -- but to my dismay she wanted my friend, a pretty boy, who might have ended up being a queen, from a mega wealthy family.

Well, this guy rebuffed her turnabout invitation (kinda a prom, but where the girls ask the guys). She was crushed, but still wasn't interested in me. At that point I thought I had crossed too far over the friend line and my chances of hitting her stinky pink slim-to-none.

Then came graduation. For whatever reason, during the school sponsored graduation party -- which everyone gets obliterated for anyway -- hot, popular chicks used the occasion to profess they spent four years longing for my loving (which I was too stoned during the full extent of my high school experience to ever realize, idiot!) by sticking their tongues into my mouth. This made my little Swiss Miss extremely jealous (relative value, FTW) and she decided to stake her claim on me.

After the party, and the after party, we made it back to my house. I was pretty trashed but extremely lucid on account of my new found fortune, she was stone cold sober. We start going at it in my bed room. As I begin to make my way down to her private parts with my mouth, she grabs my arms, yanking me back toward her, and says "No! No! We [censored]."

What?!

I later found out that she considered oral to be further along the basepaths than sex. Beat, she doesn't like me enough to go down on her. I don't know if this is a cultural thing or just her personal persuasion.

I digress. That sort of tilted me a bit as I had been mentally practicing my routine for years in expectation of this moment and her play certainly threw me off my game plan.

Anyways, I manage to jam my junk in and get in a few thrusts before she turns me over and gets on top of me. Clearly I was doing something wrong - I think the fifteen thrusts against her inner-thigh before actually hitting paydirt might have been the issue here.

She rides me for a little while my stuff is oscillating between semi-hard and nearly flaccid. The pressure of the situation, my own nervousness, my long pursuit of her finally reaching a crescendo and the no oral oddity precipitated a sort of quasi-panic attack on my end. I was however determined to finish and since I had successfully yanked it thousands of times myself in a similarly semi-flaccid state, I new my chances were still good.

Another half hour of retarded humping passed and I finally ingloriously pulled out while finishing. It was weak, to say the least. Too much mental stress precipitated an inability to focus on the task at hand, marginalized the physical pleasure of busting a nut.

A month or so later, after some better sessions between her and I, she departed back to Switzerland. I cried like the little emotionally-retarded feg that I was at the time. She subsequently visited the states some years later and while we met up, she did not want to hook up.

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