It all started when I was walking home one day in hot Florida from the grocery store. I had gone there because I needed a couple of folders for school. I was still walking out of the parking lot when some weird guy in a large tan truck drove near to me and offered me a ride. He said sweet things to me, one in particular I remember is that he said I looked like an angel. Perhaps it was bullshit but back then I believed it. I actually rejected his offer and told him no thank you. I continued on towards home. Well once I just breached the parking lot he pulled up to me again and asked me and insisted me to give me a ride home. This time I gave in, since it was so hot outside and my pale skin was burning in the sun. I got in his truck. The way home was not far, perhaps a 10 minute drive in traffic. I directed him close to my home, but not exact because I didn’t want home to know where I lived. He was a 50 year old Puerto Rican who has nice tan skin, skinny but with muscles, and handsome with some kind of acne or weird skin condition on his face. Most of all he was very interested into me. I directed him towards a Circle K gas station near me. We parked and sat for a few minutes. He told me a little about himself. I am not sure how much of it was true, I have in the past told others about him who told me it was all a lie but maybe in some innocence and ignorance I still believe it all. He told me he was a homeless man who lived in truck who was currently studying to be an airplane mechanic. He briefly showed me his study cards which he has stuck in between us in a department. He told me he worked down the street where I lived at a pinch a penny I believe. He gave me his number and insisted I should call him, I ended up calling him that weekend.
I was bored at home and I was thinking about this odd man. Thinking about how much he was trying to impress me and just to give me a ride home. Maybe he just knew he could take advantage of me, that I was willing, wanting because of the attention, and very gullible. I lived in a mobile home park and at this point as a teenager and I didn’t have a cell phone, so I went to the center of the park to use the pay phone there. I called him. He was available since he didn’t work the weekends. He wanted to go to the beach. I asked him to meet me up the road at a Subway restaurant just in case anyone near my neighborhood could see me getting into this man’s truck. I went back home and on my one piece under my shorts and t-shirt and started walking down the road. I don’t remember what he said then, or what I felt when we were driving towards the beach. I would assume I was nervous and shy, and him excited and comforting.
I didn’t know we were going to have sex. At the age even though I was aware of it, I wasn’t a virgin, I wouldn’t say I was stupid but I just always overlooked it. Then, I felt so special for a man to want to spend time with me. I thought it was for my self-esteem. Anyways, he tries to find a secluded spot on the beach which was impossible because during the spring there are always a lot of folks there. We take our clothes off and head into the ocean. I remember going to about shoulder length depth water and wrapping my legs around him. It felt good. Also, I could tell then he found me very attractive. He loved my thick thighs around his waist. Me too. I hugged him while he pulled away my bathing suit, at the crotch, to the side and stuck his already hard cock inside of me. This was the first time I ever had sex at the beach alone in the water. Ever since then I always want and love to have sex in the water. He had a big cock, to my anyways, probably 7 1/2 inches and thick. It was sort of weird and also both sexy and fun to feel his cock go in and out of me in the water. While I could still feel my pussy pull and tug on him, the salt water also made my pussy fill with water and made it looser than usual. He did cum in my pussy, he always did. I took the depo shot then so I had no worry to get pregnant. This time at the beach he was very hurried. As soon as we were done he insisted we leave. I know why. Perhaps the other people at the beach were aware of what we were doing, I remember a woman not so far from us, looking at me. So just in case we left right after.
I ended up seeing this man, Luis, for another 3-4 years. As lovers. I can recall so many memories with him. Both good and bad.
One time, after we had gone to the park, we fucked a lot at the parks, we drove my near to my home. We were sitting in his truck talking, and I had a bag in my hand with my cell phone and not knowing-ling, joking-ling, hit him on the arm with this bag. His first reaction was to hit me on my arm with his fist. I was so upset. I didn’t understand stand why I accidentally hurt him and he purposely hurt me back. So in a rush I left my phone in his car in tears. I was so mad at him. When I got home I then realized I didn’t have my phone and I freaked out. I ran back outside to see if he was still there and he was not. So I went back the house, my mom curious to why I was all flustered and I told her I lost my phone. She was confused because I told her the lie that I was walking home and we had just talking recently on the phone. So I insisted it must be near the house. She goes with me to walk the sidewalk where I wasn’t really but for her I did and the lie. She has a cell phone and continues to call my phone, finally, he answers. He tells my mother that he found the phone near Circle K and he was up the road, not too far, doing laundry. So we get the car and go pick up my phone, she goes in while I stay in the car. On the way back home my mother starts to connect the dots. She continues to ask me all these questions, like why was the phone near circle K when I wasn’t even walking that… I never told her the truth but she knew. She ended up calling my grandmother and they both went down there to give him a piece of their mind. They never called the cops, but told me I could never see him again. HA, I did of course.
Another time I can recall well, is one where we had gone to a motel room. We did that often, sometimes I would even skip school so we could fuck for hours at a motel. He did it well. When he was more comfortable with me, he could have my on my stomach, where we lay facing the TV and during the commercials he would fuck me and during the movie or show we would watch. That was after most of his energy was gone. He knew I was hungry for his dick. This time, I was laying on my back and without my acknowledgment he f***ed his cock in my ass. Obviously once he start putting it in I was immediately alert. I told him i didn’t want to do it, I even tried to push him off of me, but he was much stronger than me and he f***ed to fuck me in the ass. For not too long though. I ran to the bathroom immediately after. Crying. Didn’t know what to do. I felt betrayed. How could Luis, my friend, my fuck buddy, do this to me? I didn’t even care too much for the pain just that he did that without asking me and then forcing me to do it. I still continued to see him after and luckily he never did this again.
I believe I was 18 when I last saw Luis. He was leaving. He was done studying and got his license he even showed it to me. He downgraded his truck to this small white car and moved north, I don’t quite remember where though. He brought up how he wanted me to go with him but he knew I should stay and go to college and be with my f****y. I miss him. Especially yesterday and today. Yesterday I went and meet a man a hotel room and for some reason I thought of him. This morning I woke up trying to remember his email address, but in my dream I could find it, in reality my old email deleted everything before 2009. So now I am here thinking about how really special he was to me. Even though he was more than triple my age, even though he hurt me, took advantage of me.. and also, I know I was something very special to him as well. While I continue to try to have special sexual relationships with people I will never have another Luis. It’s a bit heart breaking.