"Right After Sex, She Told Me It Was Not Like People Had To Stay With The First Person They Had Sex With."

👤 Anoymymous Male, 20, Heterosexual

Illustration by Jas Tham


It happened when I was in my second year of college. Just like other sophomores, I was flirting with a freshman.

There was this fine girl. We kind of got along and we would go to our mutual friends' rooms to chill together. At first it was just watching movies and playing games. Not long after that it got more intimate. I played with her hair. I slept on her lap. We held hands. We kissed on the cheeks. And then the lips. “Not French kiss please, not the tongue.” I insisted firmly. Anyways, I got hornier and hornier around her. One night, we were alone on the same bed. I couldn't help but ask her to give me a blowjob. She simply agreed to. I guess it was the atmosphere and the excitement, and the fact that it was her birthday. All that made me decide to ask her to be my girlfriend.


Jas Tham


We first had sex in my dorm. It was consensual. She wanted it. I wanted it. We both did want it. I asked her in the last minute if she was sure of what we were doing. “Yes,” she confirmed. Right after sex, she told me it was not
like people had to stay with the first person they have sex with. I didn't know what she meant.

After dating for almost three years we broke up. Most of the time we were together. We slept together.
We read together. We played games together. And then one day she simply left. Right now, I'm stuck. I'm stuck in the same room, and on this same bed we used to share. All the memories haunt me. I feel like my heart is being torn into pieces. I hate being alone in my room. We started off well. We had sex. We belong to each other. I wish she'd told me where we went wrong. I wish she'd given me a sign so I could save us. ■