My Second First Time Having Sex – About the Guy I Dated Twice Part 3

This story is a direct continuation of Part 2, “Leave Him and Be With Me,” which follows Part 1, “He Kissed Me–Even If I Might Be Sick.”

The day I left the abuser, J was one of my first friends to know about it. Something had happened that had left me so troubled, I felt embarrassed to go home, so I stayed at her place. She and L-P comforted me, and after I officially broke up with the abuser, M got in touch with me.

It had been a few weeks since M and I had kissed in his car, and he asked me if I’d like to go out on a date with him.

‘I’m all over the place, I’m insecure. But I want to date you. It hurt me when you broke up with me. I want us to make up for lost time.’

‘I’ll make you feel secure, I promise.’

I was at my dad’s, actually, when we went on our first date.

I told my dad I had plans for later that night. M came to pick me up at my dad’s. It was a bit funny to reintroduce him as the guy I dated in high school. My dad figured we were going on a date but said nothing about it; merely wished us to have a good time.

M took me to a popular bar downtown. We drank Purple Haze drinks and sang loudly to the Our Lady Peace song that was playing over the bar’s speakers. And I thoroughly enjoyed myself.

He leaned towards me over the table, smiling, as I leaned towards him. We made out between sips of drinks before ordering another and chatting some more.

A lot of our dates were spent having a drink and reminiscing.

There were times when I had been insecure about my body and such, but he didn’t mind so much. I still didn’t know how to voice all my thoughts, so the reassurance was different coming from him back then than it would be today coming from Hubby, but it meant a lot to me all the same.

M brought me to his place after that first date, and I was a bit nervous. The first man I ever had sexual intercourse with was the man who abused me. I had nothing to compare it to.

‘Don’t worry, I don’t bite,’ he reassured teasingly, ‘unless you want me to.’

The basement was the same as I had remembered it. It was the same house where we had made out several times as teens, where we would hang out when I was at his place, and it brought back memories.

‘Let’s do this again, the proper way, the way we should have.’

‘Considering I was a virgin back then, I don’t know if it’s as it should have been.’

He chuckled. ‘I’m not trying to be romantic or anything. I just want you.’

‘You do?’

‘You’re beautiful, you’re turning me on just the way you are naturally. I want you.’

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