Free Broken Hearts Damaged Goods by Jack Gunthridge Page A

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next to the door and fake an orgasm.  But the drunk guy wouldn’t be deterred. 
“Couldn’t you just take her to one of the bedrooms?”
    “Good God, Man!  Do you
want get blue balls?  Piss outside if you have to.  Oh, fuck, yes, there. 
Shiiiiit.  Fuck.”
    Jack then looked at me
and motioned if I was ready to go.  I whispered that I couldn’t go out there
when it looked like I had been crying.
    So Jack continued to
fake an orgasm as he moved away from the door.  “Oh, you dirty bitch.  Yes”,
and then he turned on the water on the bathtub.  And when the water was warm
enough, he turned on the shower and motioned for me to get in.  I looked at him
like he was crazy.
    “Get in.  Nobody will
know that you were crying.  They will just think we had sex in the shower” was
his response to me.  And it was so crazy, that I wanted to go along with it. 
So I stepped inside the shower with one of my favorite outfits on.
    Jack then got in with
me and greeted me with, “You know you could show some signs of pleasure
yourself.  Right now it’s not looking very good for me.”
    So there we were in the
shower with our clothes on faking orgasms.  It was quite possibly the most fun
I have ever had.  It was just crazy and funny.  And Jack was wonderful.  When
he faked his climax, he fell into me as if he were exhausted.  He then fake
apologized, “I’m sorry if I came before you did.  I hope you still enjoyed it.”
    “It was the best I’ve
never had”, I said finally laughing.
    And thinking that we
were now good to go outside and rejoin the party, I started to turn the water
off.  Jack then stopped me.  “Before we get out of the shower, I have a sort of
odd request.”
    “You’re going to ask me
to do something while we’re in the shower with our clothes on”, was all I could
think of to say.
    “I know.  I’m insane,
but I’ve always wanted to kiss a girl in the rain.  It’s on my virginity list.”
    “Your virginity list?”
    “It’s what I call my
bucket list.  And I know that it sounds really bad after just faking an orgasm
in the shower with our clothes on, but I just thought that, if you were
willing, we could...”
    And since he wouldn’t
shut up, I started to kiss him.  And I mean that I kissed him.  I kissed the
boy I was falling in love with and hoped he would know that with that kiss I
was giving him my heart.
    And as the water was
coming down on us, he put his arms around my waist and seemed to be enjoying
the kiss.  He was at least kissing me back as somebody that had some sort of
feelings for me.  It was loving and passionate, but not dirty or raw.  It was
beautiful.
    And when I left him
wanting more, I asked him, “Was it good for you?”
    He slowly opened his
eyes and in a drawn out way said, “Yeah.  That’s something I’m definitely going
to be doing again.”  He then turned off the water and said, “We had better be
going now.”
    And with our wet
clothes on, we exited the bathroom.  The drunk guy looked at us in amazement. 
Everybody else just looked at us as we left the party hand in hand.  As I
walked by Brittany, I held up my hand to show her the ring on my finger.  I
then flipped her off, which made me feel a whole lot better.
    And then Jack and I
walked home.  It was a nice late summer evening.  It was a perfect romantic
evening where the stars were shining above and I was taking a leisurely stroll
hand in hand with a guy that I liked.  And we just talked as we made our way
home.
    He wouldn’t tell me
what other stuff was on his virginity list, but he did explain why he called it
a virginity list.  He said that if anything is worth doing once before you die,
it should be amazing enough to want to do more than once.  Plus, he said that
you should have a list that you can mark off stuff with with some of the most
important people in your life.  He said that it makes it more special than just
doing something because you want to.  His