Sassy's Past Part 4 – Martin

Welcome to the fourth story about the men in my pants, oops!… ahem…past.

If you haven’t read the first three parts, click to catch up on my exploits. 


#5 MARTIN
In the summer of 1979, I worked at a big hotel.  There were a lot of men who lived there for a couple of months in the midst of being transferred for their jobs with big corporations.  Martin was one of them, about five years older than me, lonely, knew no one in town.  He hung out in the evenings chatting with my co-workers.  He followed me on my dinner breaks to chat in the restaurant next door.

I felt sorry for him and invited him home for a July 4th  barbecue at my house.  So our first “date” was with my entire family including my grandfather!  He sat down in the living room, and our kittens, who usually hid under the couch, came out, crawled up his legs and sat on his lap.  I thought they were a good judge of character!  I walked him to his car.  He thanked me and shook my hand.  Then he grabbed me.  And kissed me.  And groped me.  He was very forceful.  I told him I wasn’t interested.

But he kept hanging out at the hotel.  And trying to get me to go to his room.  Nothing doing.  That would get me fired!  Then he got transferred about 4 hours away.  He called me every night.  He begged me to come see him.  I’m an idiot.  I went.  He locked me in his hotel room for the weekend and fucked me until I was so sore I couldn’t stand up.  I resolved never to see him again.  I avoided him at the hotel, stopped going to dinner.  My job ended and I thought I’d shed him.

When I went south to visit relatives at the end of the summer, he started calling there.  He was so sweet.  I told him he’d hurt me physically, and he was surprised and chagrinned and sorry.  He promised to be very gentle from then on.  And to give me time.  He was a man of his word.  He drove down to see me!  And convinced my parents to let him drive me home.  He took me to meet his grandparents on the way home, left me alone in the guest bedroom.  But I mostly resolved to go back to college and ditch him.

When I left, he kept hanging out with my family.  They loved him and asked him to move in with them!  So when I went home, there he was.  Being kind to me.  Going trick-or-treating with my little sister.   I gave in and loved him, too.  He moved away, and I visited him now and then at his new place in another state.  

We dated for three years while I finished college.  I went to the Midwest to meet his family.  I went to his place a lot of weekends.  He came to see me at college.  When I graduated from college, he was there, part of the family.  I began to think we’d get married.  
I moved to Boston.  He visited me there.  He decided to quit his job and go back to school full-time to get his masters.  I visited him there once and had a lovely time.  He called me when I got home to tell me he had met the woman he wanted to marry.  I never saw him again.  I mailed his stuff to him.  He didn’t send me mine.  * sigh *  
The odd thing was, I didn’t miss him.  I missed having a boyfriend.  But not him.  Made me wonder about myself.

He’s on Facebook, with just enough info public that I know he’s alive and well and living his dream.   So I have no urge to contact him.  

Little did I know I would be alone for 12 years after that.  

Stay tuned for Sassy’s Past Part 5: Same Time, Next Year

Sassy’s Past Part 3: The Trio

Welcome to the third part of my stories about the men in my pants, oops!… ahem…past.

If you haven’t read the first two parts and want to catch up on my exploits, click over to 


The Trio
I was alone most of 1978, trying to get over Teddy, the first guy I went all the way with.  And not succeeding.  There were three guys I tried to like.
#2 The Kissing Cousin 
I went to visit my cousin for Spring break in the South.  She was at a big state university.  She introduced me to our distant cousin, a couple of years older than I was.  He cornered me in her dorm room, kissed me very sweetly, then said he was a virgin and wanted to not be.  I decided to help him out.  He dragged me up to the top of the bunk bed.  He was one of those men you hear about…a pencil dick.  Literally.  Long but thinner than my pinky.  And then he couldn’t stay hard.  
This was my lesson in “Length isn’t everything.”  Whenever a guy tells me he’s 9″ long, I remember Cous and ask how big around he is, too.   Not sure whether to count him or not, but we would have if he could have, so I do.  Because he was so sweet.  I never saw him again.  Yes, he’s on Facebook.  Yes, he’s lives with a man.  
#3 Copter
We were pals in high school.  He was a year older.  I always thought he hung around because he had the hots for my best friend.  He moved away in the middle of his senior year (when I was a junior) and then went into the military.  We wrote letters back and forth.  He asked to visit me at college Veteran’s Day weekend, said he had leave and just wanted to get away.  I was puzzled.  He walked into my dorm and we were walking up the stairs to put his backback in my room before going out to dinner.  He grabbed me on the stairs, pressed me against the wall and kissed me silly.  Without unlocking lips, he pushed me up into my room and was incredibly sweet and sexy and inside me very quickly.  We spent that entire evening, most of the night and the next morning in bed playing.  And then he was gone.  I heard that he was killed in the first Gulf War in the early ’90s.
So I was very surprised when I got a note from Classmates.com in late 2010 that he had clicked on my profile!  We email back and forth now and then about this and that.  He admitted he had been searching for me online for a year!  I couldn’t figure out why he remembered me or would spend so much effort searching.  Eventually he admitted that he visited me with the express purpose of losing his virginity!  I guess you never forget the first one.

He looks very similar to Phil on paper – married, lives in the Midwest with his wife, has two kids, wives both named Sally, Republican, Yankees fan!  But he is everything I was afraid Phil would be and isn’t.  He is very old-fashioned, conservative and narrow.  We are Facebook friends, though his wife is mad that he talks to me about cancer and dealing with doctors.  I make it my mission to rock his world view.  And thank goodness Phil found me first!  

#4 Carmen
When I was home for Thanksgiving in 1978, I ran into the older brother of my classmates at the grocery store.  He had the most gorgeous blue sports car.  I asked him if I could go for a ride.  He obliged.  And kissed me.  And took me to a dark park along the river.  And had his way with me.  It wasn’t any fun.  He asked me out to the movies.  I went, but we did not click.  I was very relieved when he told me two weeks later that he’d met the girl he wanted to marry.  The trend continues!   I don’t remember much about him, but I often drool thinking of that car.  He’s not on Facebook as far as I can tell.  
Please stay tuned for the next installment Sassy’s Past Part 4: Martin.

Sassy's Past Part 3: The Trio

Welcome to the third part of my stories about the men in my pants, oops!… ahem…past.

If you haven’t read the first two parts and want to catch up on my exploits, click over to 


The Trio
I was alone most of 1978, trying to get over Teddy, the first guy I went all the way with.  And not succeeding.  There were three guys I tried to like.
#2 The Kissing Cousin 
I went to visit my cousin for Spring break in the South.  She was at a big state university.  She introduced me to our distant cousin, a couple of years older than I was.  He cornered me in her dorm room, kissed me very sweetly, then said he was a virgin and wanted to not be.  I decided to help him out.  He dragged me up to the top of the bunk bed.  He was one of those men you hear about…a pencil dick.  Literally.  Long but thinner than my pinky.  And then he couldn’t stay hard.  
This was my lesson in “Length isn’t everything.”  Whenever a guy tells me he’s 9″ long, I remember Cous and ask how big around he is, too.   Not sure whether to count him or not, but we would have if he could have, so I do.  Because he was so sweet.  I never saw him again.  Yes, he’s on Facebook.  Yes, he’s lives with a man.  
#3 Copter
We were pals in high school.  He was a year older.  I always thought he hung around because he had the hots for my best friend.  He moved away in the middle of his senior year (when I was a junior) and then went into the military.  We wrote letters back and forth.  He asked to visit me at college Veteran’s Day weekend, said he had leave and just wanted to get away.  I was puzzled.  He walked into my dorm and we were walking up the stairs to put his backback in my room before going out to dinner.  He grabbed me on the stairs, pressed me against the wall and kissed me silly.  Without unlocking lips, he pushed me up into my room and was incredibly sweet and sexy and inside me very quickly.  We spent that entire evening, most of the night and the next morning in bed playing.  And then he was gone.  I heard that he was killed in the first Gulf War in the early ’90s.
So I was very surprised when I got a note from Classmates.com in late 2010 that he had clicked on my profile!  We email back and forth now and then about this and that.  He admitted he had been searching for me online for a year!  I couldn’t figure out why he remembered me or would spend so much effort searching.  Eventually he admitted that he visited me with the express purpose of losing his virginity!  I guess you never forget the first one.

He looks very similar to Phil on paper – married, lives in the Midwest with his wife, has two kids, wives both named Sally, Republican, Yankees fan!  But he is everything I was afraid Phil would be and isn’t.  He is very old-fashioned, conservative and narrow.  We are Facebook friends, though his wife is mad that he talks to me about cancer and dealing with doctors.  I make it my mission to rock his world view.  And thank goodness Phil found me first!  

#4 Carmen
When I was home for Thanksgiving in 1978, I ran into the older brother of my classmates at the grocery store.  He had the most gorgeous blue sports car.  I asked him if I could go for a ride.  He obliged.  And kissed me.  And took me to a dark park along the river.  And had his way with me.  It wasn’t any fun.  He asked me out to the movies.  I went, but we did not click.  I was very relieved when he told me two weeks later that he’d met the girl he wanted to marry.  The trend continues!   I don’t remember much about him, but I often drool thinking of that car.  He’s not on Facebook as far as I can tell.  
Please stay tuned for the next installment Sassy’s Past Part 4: Martin.

Sassy’s Past Part 2: Pop Goes My Cherry

Welcome to the second story about the men in my pants, oops!… ahem…past.



If you missed it and want to read about my earlier exploits, read Sassy’s Past Part 1 – The Kissers.



GETTING SERIOUS

Teddy 

Senior year in high school was all about Teddy.  He was a year younger.  He was another very Italian, Catholic guy – tall, dark and handsome in a burly way, with a mustache.  His mother always called me, “That Protestant Girl.”  Teddy was around for a long time before we dated, talking to me in Drama Club, chasing after my friends.  During the fall, we were in a play together.  He pressed me against the back wall of the auditorium, wrapped his arms around me in a big hug and just held me.  I liked him but not that much.  After a month, he kissed me at the cast party.  There was something very comforting about it.  But he wasn’t Philip.  I was done with boys.  I really wished he’d leave me alone.  But he didn’t.  He kept hanging around, telling everyone he was my boyfriend.  
We told each other stories…our fantasies.  And we’d act them out.  Pretending to be a doctor and a patient.  A teacher and a student.  A movie star and her young co-star.  Always illicit.  Always a very exciting story.  But I felt like he was doing stuff to me and I was watching from outside my body.  Going just a little further each time, but stopping.  He liked to kiss and lie on top of me, but never pressed me to go all the way.  
On a cold winter night, four months after he first kissed me, we were fooling around in my bed.  He was kissing me and hot dogging – running his cock up and down my slit.  All of a sudden, he shifted and was inside me.  No big decision, just a little further and he was thrusting and coming very quickly.  My first thought was, “Is that all there is?  Is this what the grow-ups have been hiding from us?”  It seemed like no big deal.  He told me he loved me.   I answered in kind.

I didn’t know what an orgasm was in those days, but I never had one.  He was usually done long before I was even warmed up.  I don’t blame him – we had no clue what we were doing.   

He took me to my Senior Prom.  He helped me change out of my long dress and into jeans for the after-party.  I will never forget the kiss on the back of my neck when he unzipped my formal gown, letting it drop to the floor while he squeezed my breasts.  That caused quite a reaction for both of us!  I began to think about him more when he wasn’t around, miss him and want him to touch me.

I graduated and left for college in September.  I was very afraid he would forget me but he insisted that was silly.  I missed him so much!  We had long talks on the phone every Sunday afternoon.  He came out to visit once and we had sex nine times that weekend!  We kept dating when I made it home, and missing each other.  I went home for January break.  We had sex on the floor of my dad’s library on New Year’s Eve.  He told me he had met someone he wanted to marry.   I asked him to think it over.  He stayed with me for three weeks then told me it was over.  I went back to college heartbroken and determined not to date again.  
A year later, I was home for the holidays and he called me New Year’s Eve, said he’d like to stop by to return a book and music albums of mine he ended up with.   We talked in my Dad’s study.  I gave him a hug as he was leaving.  He held onto me and sighed.  Then he kissed me.  And kept kissing me.  It felt really good so I got into it, kissing him back and reaching inside his shirt to rake my nails down his back and squeeze his ass.  He put his hand in my pants and then lowered them to put a finger inside me.  We collapsed to the floor and he was inside me again.  It was incredible!  But as usual, he was done quickly.  That was our time #100.  And the end.  I never saw him again.  He continued the trend, marrying the girl he left me to date.

When Philip found me on Classmates, I noticed that Teddy had visited my profile!  Twice!  I found him on Facebook, recognized him immediately in the profile photo with his wife.  I wrote him a brief message.  No answer.  Just as well?

For a look at what I wish my first time had been like, check out my erotica at
What If Phil Was My First

Sassy's Past Part 2: Pop Goes My Cherry

Welcome to the second story about the men in my pants, oops!… ahem…past.



If you missed it and want to read about my earlier exploits, read Sassy’s Past Part 1 – The Kissers.



GETTING SERIOUS

Teddy 

Senior year in high school was all about Teddy.  He was a year younger.  He was another very Italian, Catholic guy – tall, dark and handsome in a burly way, with a mustache.  His mother always called me, “That Protestant Girl.”  Teddy was around for a long time before we dated, talking to me in Drama Club, chasing after my friends.  During the fall, we were in a play together.  He pressed me against the back wall of the auditorium, wrapped his arms around me in a big hug and just held me.  I liked him but not that much.  After a month, he kissed me at the cast party.  There was something very comforting about it.  But he wasn’t Philip.  I was done with boys.  I really wished he’d leave me alone.  But he didn’t.  He kept hanging around, telling everyone he was my boyfriend.  
We told each other stories…our fantasies.  And we’d act them out.  Pretending to be a doctor and a patient.  A teacher and a student.  A movie star and her young co-star.  Always illicit.  Always a very exciting story.  But I felt like he was doing stuff to me and I was watching from outside my body.  Going just a little further each time, but stopping.  He liked to kiss and lie on top of me, but never pressed me to go all the way.  
On a cold winter night, four months after he first kissed me, we were fooling around in my bed.  He was kissing me and hot dogging – running his cock up and down my slit.  All of a sudden, he shifted and was inside me.  No big decision, just a little further and he was thrusting and coming very quickly.  My first thought was, “Is that all there is?  Is this what the grow-ups have been hiding from us?”  It seemed like no big deal.  He told me he loved me.   I answered in kind.

I didn’t know what an orgasm was in those days, but I never had one.  He was usually done long before I was even warmed up.  I don’t blame him – we had no clue what we were doing.   

He took me to my Senior Prom.  He helped me change out of my long dress and into jeans for the after-party.  I will never forget the kiss on the back of my neck when he unzipped my formal gown, letting it drop to the floor while he squeezed my breasts.  That caused quite a reaction for both of us!  I began to think about him more when he wasn’t around, miss him and want him to touch me.

I graduated and left for college in September.  I was very afraid he would forget me but he insisted that was silly.  I missed him so much!  We had long talks on the phone every Sunday afternoon.  He came out to visit once and we had sex nine times that weekend!  We kept dating when I made it home, and missing each other.  I went home for January break.  We had sex on the floor of my dad’s library on New Year’s Eve.  He told me he had met someone he wanted to marry.   I asked him to think it over.  He stayed with me for three weeks then told me it was over.  I went back to college heartbroken and determined not to date again.  
A year later, I was home for the holidays and he called me New Year’s Eve, said he’d like to stop by to return a book and music albums of mine he ended up with.   We talked in my Dad’s study.  I gave him a hug as he was leaving.  He held onto me and sighed.  Then he kissed me.  And kept kissing me.  It felt really good so I got into it, kissing him back and reaching inside his shirt to rake my nails down his back and squeeze his ass.  He put his hand in my pants and then lowered them to put a finger inside me.  We collapsed to the floor and he was inside me again.  It was incredible!  But as usual, he was done quickly.  That was our time #100.  And the end.  I never saw him again.  He continued the trend, marrying the girl he left me to date.

When Philip found me on Classmates, I noticed that Teddy had visited my profile!  Twice!  I found him on Facebook, recognized him immediately in the profile photo with his wife.  I wrote him a brief message.  No answer.  Just as well?

For a look at what I wish my first time had been like, check out my erotica at
What If Phil Was My First

Sassy’s Past Part I: The Kissers

THE KISSERS 

Dear Readers – I think we know each other well enough now to talk about my past.  You will know something I haven’t talked to Philip about very much!

This is a tricky topic.  One of my toughest messages to Phil, and the hardest blog posts, was admitting how many men I’ve been with.  I never know whether a guy I’m involved with wants to know about my past romances or not.  I hesitate to say much before I know him relatively well.  And I always ask him first.  I adore knowing about his past.  There are so many clues to how he got the way he is and why he feels the way he does, and various things I can do with him that he’s never experienced!

I discovered boys at an early age.  When I was a little girl, we had neighbors with four boys who were my pals but always trying to show me their junk and touch me in creepy ways .  I got into wrestling matches with them but managed to keep myself safe.

The summer of 1969 when I was nine years old, my folks sent me to church camp for a week out in the woods.  There were wonderful kids there from all over!  We made crafts, sang, prayed, swam, danced and told stories around a camp fire.  There was a sweet, fey dark-haired boy with big glasses from the big city who sat next to me all the time and told me funny stories.  By the end of the week, I declared him my boyfriend!  We lived about 12 miles apart, but wrote letters,  talked on the phone and saw each other now and then when I could get my dad to pick him up so we could walk around the mail together.  He and his best friend went to my junior high dance with my best friend.  We spent four summer camps together.  At the end of the week the summer I was twelve, I kissed him good-bye.  He told me he didn’t like it and not to do that again!  But we stayed friends.  So you see – I started the long-distance romance thing early!

Philip – I started high school the week I turned fourteen in 1973.  Our church had a fair every September, and Philip, a gorgeous boy from the choir, helped me string banners.  He held the ladder while I clambered up to nail them here and there.  He was a junior – an athlete with big shoulders, long brown hair and brown eyes.  We hung out after choir practice.  I invited him to a church camp retreat weekend.  We lay in the grass during the campfire while they told stories and sang songs.  And he kissed me.  My first grown-up kiss!  We held hands and sat together at lunch in school.  We went to a dance and did a lot more kissing.  Then he said he didn’t love me.  He was in love with someone else.  He broke up with me.   I was devastated.  But I buried all that, and we stayed friends for two years until he left for the military.  I pined for him for years and then forgot him almost completely.  Little did I know I would hear from him again many years later!

Nero – I dated a senior next, starting in April 1974.  He was very tanned with dark hair, Italian and Catholic.  Strange face.  Nice body.  He had a car!  He took me to the senior prom.   He was always pushing me to sleep with him.  I was not interested.  We argued a lot about it.  I stuck with him for 8 months.  He told me he had only started dating me because he thought I was easy.  Then he dumped me for the woman he would marry.  
Gadget – When I was a sophomore, I dated another senior.  He was a greaser, into electronics and gadgets.  (There were three groups in H.S. – the jocks, the greasers and the nerds.  I was considered a nerd).   He was also interested in sleeping with me.  I made it very clear I was serious about being a virgin.   He accepted that and we hung out for quite awhile.   He took me to his senior prom.  He graduated and joined the military in the summer of 1975.  He brought home a friend from his unit that summer.  He is the only guy I ever jilted.  
Frisky was my boyfriend’s pal in the military.  He had flaming red hair and tight jeans.  The first night he was in town, I went out with them to the drive-in movies.  I was sitting between them in the front seat of the car.  My boyfriend went to get popcorn, and Frisky grabbed me.  He had nice hands.  He chased me around all weekend, pulling me into the bathroom, pressing me against walls, stealing kissing whenever my boyfriend’s back was turned.  I was scandalized but didn’t object.  I thought it was just a silly weekend thing.  But he called me after he left.  A lot.  And then he came to visit.  He was much more forceful the second weekend, started trying things that scared me.  I held him off.  He kept calling.  Finally at Thanksgiving, he called to say he’d met someone else he wanted to marry.  I was relieved. 
Tommy  – Junior year I started hanging around with Philip’s little brother – a gorgeous blonde freshman boy.   We were pals.  We missed Philip together.  He’d fool around with other girls, but was my friend.   I didn’t have a date for the Junior prom, so he said he’d go with me.  He looked very cute in a tux!   I think there was a little kissing that night, but I don’t remember.  He took off again with another girl soon after that, and never came back.  He married that girl, continuing the trend of me being the last girl a guy dates before he gets married!  
Stay tuned for more of the amazing story of Sassy’s Past Part 2: Pop Goes My Cherry! on Monday

Sassy's Past Part I: The Kissers

THE KISSERS 

Dear Readers – I think we know each other well enough now to talk about my past.  You will know something I haven’t talked to Philip about very much!

This is a tricky topic.  One of my toughest messages to Phil, and the hardest blog posts, was admitting how many men I’ve been with.  I never know whether a guy I’m involved with wants to know about my past romances or not.  I hesitate to say much before I know him relatively well.  And I always ask him first.  I adore knowing about his past.  There are so many clues to how he got the way he is and why he feels the way he does, and various things I can do with him that he’s never experienced!

I discovered boys at an early age.  When I was a little girl, we had neighbors with four boys who were my pals but always trying to show me their junk and touch me in creepy ways .  I got into wrestling matches with them but managed to keep myself safe.

The summer of 1969 when I was nine years old, my folks sent me to church camp for a week out in the woods.  There were wonderful kids there from all over!  We made crafts, sang, prayed, swam, danced and told stories around a camp fire.  There was a sweet, fey dark-haired boy with big glasses from the big city who sat next to me all the time and told me funny stories.  By the end of the week, I declared him my boyfriend!  We lived about 12 miles apart, but wrote letters,  talked on the phone and saw each other now and then when I could get my dad to pick him up so we could walk around the mail together.  He and his best friend went to my junior high dance with my best friend.  We spent four summer camps together.  At the end of the week the summer I was twelve, I kissed him good-bye.  He told me he didn’t like it and not to do that again!  But we stayed friends.  So you see – I started the long-distance romance thing early!

Philip – I started high school the week I turned fourteen in 1973.  Our church had a fair every September, and Philip, a gorgeous boy from the choir, helped me string banners.  He held the ladder while I clambered up to nail them here and there.  He was a junior – an athlete with big shoulders, long brown hair and brown eyes.  We hung out after choir practice.  I invited him to a church camp retreat weekend.  We lay in the grass during the campfire while they told stories and sang songs.  And he kissed me.  My first grown-up kiss!  We held hands and sat together at lunch in school.  We went to a dance and did a lot more kissing.  Then he said he didn’t love me.  He was in love with someone else.  He broke up with me.   I was devastated.  But I buried all that, and we stayed friends for two years until he left for the military.  I pined for him for years and then forgot him almost completely.  Little did I know I would hear from him again many years later!

Nero – I dated a senior next, starting in April 1974.  He was very tanned with dark hair, Italian and Catholic.  Strange face.  Nice body.  He had a car!  He took me to the senior prom.   He was always pushing me to sleep with him.  I was not interested.  We argued a lot about it.  I stuck with him for 8 months.  He told me he had only started dating me because he thought I was easy.  Then he dumped me for the woman he would marry.  
Gadget – When I was a sophomore, I dated another senior.  He was a greaser, into electronics and gadgets.  (There were three groups in H.S. – the jocks, the greasers and the nerds.  I was considered a nerd).   He was also interested in sleeping with me.  I made it very clear I was serious about being a virgin.   He accepted that and we hung out for quite awhile.   He took me to his senior prom.  He graduated and joined the military in the summer of 1975.  He brought home a friend from his unit that summer.  He is the only guy I ever jilted.  
Frisky was my boyfriend’s pal in the military.  He had flaming red hair and tight jeans.  The first night he was in town, I went out with them to the drive-in movies.  I was sitting between them in the front seat of the car.  My boyfriend went to get popcorn, and Frisky grabbed me.  He had nice hands.  He chased me around all weekend, pulling me into the bathroom, pressing me against walls, stealing kissing whenever my boyfriend’s back was turned.  I was scandalized but didn’t object.  I thought it was just a silly weekend thing.  But he called me after he left.  A lot.  And then he came to visit.  He was much more forceful the second weekend, started trying things that scared me.  I held him off.  He kept calling.  Finally at Thanksgiving, he called to say he’d met someone else he wanted to marry.  I was relieved. 
Tommy  – Junior year I started hanging around with Philip’s little brother – a gorgeous blonde freshman boy.   We were pals.  We missed Philip together.  He’d fool around with other girls, but was my friend.   I didn’t have a date for the Junior prom, so he said he’d go with me.  He looked very cute in a tux!   I think there was a little kissing that night, but I don’t remember.  He took off again with another girl soon after that, and never came back.  He married that girl, continuing the trend of me being the last girl a guy dates before he gets married!  
Stay tuned for more of the amazing story of Sassy’s Past Part 2: Pop Goes My Cherry! on Monday