I keep hoping I haven't had my "best" sex just yet since I'm still pretty damn young. At the same time, I am married, so the wife and I have to kinda make-up new shit all the time to keep things fresh. And no, "new shit" doesn't involve that so get your minds out of the gutter, or at least outta that porn site ya got minimized there in the corner of the screen.
Anyway. My best sex so far has gotta be with this white girl that was basically my "mistress" since I was with my current wife/then girlfriend at the time. Her name was Eleanor. Our sessions were some of the most animalistic, crazy, spontaneous, savage/tender that I've had, ever. Interestingly enough, had I not been with my current wife, this girl would have been the one. We had an affair going on for 2+ years.
I used to have the keys to the gymnasium at my high school here in NYC (Elisabeth Irwin--private school down off Varick) so after school, every day, me and her would just go at it. They had this couch there for some reason, right behind the basketball court, which was our spot most of the times. Really though, we fucked all over the place--girls bathroom, darkroom, back of the auditorium, library. Keep in mind this a verrrryyyy small high school--to put it in perspective, my graduating class was a whopping total of 70 people or so, probably less. We called teachers by their first names, very informal setting all around. The crazy shit is that my current wife/then girlfriend went to high school with me and this girl. Every single person, including the faculty, knew what was going on, yet no one blew the whistle, not even her "best" friends.
Trying to remember other instances....Oh yeah, I fingered her in the middle of a grocery store in Soho. We had a quickie at my place, in the tiny ass bathroom, in the dark, while my parents were there, chillin'. I think my Pop had stepped out to throw out the trash in the hallway (I grew up in the PJ's) and my mom's was cooking.
We took a school sleepaway trip to Greenkill, NY and of course, they had the lodging broken down to boys side and girls side of the building. At about 3 AM, me and my boy lead the covert-op over to the other side, climbing out of our 1st floor window in our pajamas, into the freezing cold night (think it was around late October), to wrap around the other side where we were let in by our "contacts". We end up in a pitch black room with about 6 females and one flashlight, but I was only there for one--Eleanor. Let's just say that while everyone else was socializing, or at least still giddy about how were "breaking the rules" me and El went it at, and very quietly mind you, right then and there.
I think it was the spontaniety and lust that fueled us (obviously), but damn if I don't genuinely miss her to the day. Last I heard she was at the Art Institute of Chicago, but that was a while ago. She's gotta be 28 by now.... .
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