Learning the Hard Way - Sex~Kitten.net

He was tall...he was dark..he was handsome...and Sicillian. I was 18...he was 25. He was from the big city. I was from a small town. He rode around on his Harley or in his black Trans Am..I rode my bike or drove my parents car. He was one of my brother's friends...his sister was one of mine.

We secretly met at local bar in my neighborhood, and would talk for hours on end, while sipping a beer or two. At the time, I was working as a nursing assistant at a small, private nursing home, he worked for his father in the family owned business of construction. One evening we had made arrangements to run away...to a cabin in the northern part of the state. I told my parents I was going with his sister...he, didn't need an excuse. My family did not care for him. In fact, they destested him. I was told by many, my brother, even his sister who was one of my dearest friends, that he was a bad-ass..a womanizer..and all he wanted was to get between my virginal thighs, and once he did, I'd be cast aside like a smelly dish rag. I refused to believe them. I knew differently. I was 18. A woman. A woman who knew everything! They had him all wrong. They were jealous.

Friday afternoon had finally arrived, he picked me up from work in his black, stealthy car, and he drove like a bat out of hell so that we'd make it to the cabin before dark. My fantasy of a cabin in the woods was crushed when I saw the dilapidated trailer, the wobbly stairs leading to the door, which was encrusted with rust and grime. But I tired to remember that looks could be deceiving. He unlocked the door and held it open for me to enter. I was nervous, scared and excited all at the same time. A fire was roaring in the potbelly stove, and rose petals were strewn on the floor..down the hallway..leading to the bedroom. Before I could even take in the romantic ambiance, his mouth was on mine. His kisses silencing my protests. His kisses making my body do things it had never done before. All I knew at that moment was that I wanted to please him..I wanted to make him mine..forever. And I believed that if I gave him the part of me no one had ever had...I'd get my wish. My prayer would be answered. So I gave. And gave. And gave some more. Once I got a taste of what an orgasm was, I wanted more. And the more I gave..the more I got. In my young, stupid mind...this was real love. True love. Forever kind of love.

Man, was I fucking wrong. After he got what he wanted...he left me. In the cabin, in the dark..out in the woods. No phone. Only a stack of wood my the stove. "Keep it burning." That's all he said as he kissed my forehead and walked out the door. And so I did. I used every damn piece of wood that was there. It was getting light outside by the time he came back. When I asked where he had been and why he left me, he said nothing. Just smiled that sexy smile as he tried to kiss me. NO! NO! NO! I protested. But he was so persistent, whispering apologies in my ear, telling me the car broke down...and I gave in. Oh how gullible I was.

Three weeks later I learned the hard way. When he did what they all told me he would do. I became that dish rag. I became that discarded cigarette wrapper. I became that piece of shit that from now on every boy or man would steer clear of. But then again, so would that other girl that was on the back of his bike. I warned her. She didn't believe me. She was so excited about going to the cabin in the woods. Where she too would be greeted and treated with rose petals and passionate sex. Only to become another notch on the bedpost, another discarded dish rag. And she too, learned the hard way.

Many years have passed since then, and from time to time I think about that hot Sicillian, his sweet kisses, and talented hands. I look back and know that I'm not and never was that dish rag...I was just a girl who thought she knew all about love. Boy, was I wrong.