Just Saying No
 

Alright, there's no doubt that we all have healthy appetites for sex, that being said, has there ever been a time when you've walked away from having sex with someone? Tell us about it: Why you walked away and your afterthoughts on doing that, glad, sad, etc.

Me, I had dated this girl in high school, nothing hot and heavy. I moved away and we lost touch. Later went to college and ran into her best friend there and updated me on my old GF. Anyway, 6 months later, I ended up taking a break in a semester, returned home and was working in her old town, went to the grocery store where she worked, talked her up:) for a couple of days, then I asked her out.

On our date, we ended up parked in some isolated spot. With nothing but the dashboard light, I soon was in full view of her gorgeous muff. I don't know what came over me, perhaps I felt guilty that I had no intentions of dating her seriously, I mean she was nice, and sweet, etc, We ended up just making out and I took her home. I never saw her again. I don't regret it, it's not that she was fat or ugly, and she was still hot, and I don't have any regrets---she's probably even happier than I am about the whole thing, ha! :D

When I was in high school, I worked at a fast food/video arcade joint. One of my co-workers was about a year older than me and just starting college in town. She was a cute little redhead with freckles and we flirted a little bit. But she also had a boyfriend, so I put self-imposed limits since the last thing skinny little geeky me needed was some older guy coming in and kicking my ass. Didn't stop her, though. She even mentioned she'd be happy to have sex with me, but she would like dinner and a movie first, just so it'd be a date.

While I was contemplating for several weeks whether the asskicking would be worth losing my virginity, she tells everyone she's pregnant. Shortly thereafter, said boyfriend/father-of-child dumps her. Suddenly the flirting cranks up to 11. She invites me over to her place one rainy day and we talk and flirt and play silly games. Finally she's on top of me in her underwear and my brain makes a decision: GET OUT! SHE WANTS YOU TO BE THE KID'S DAD! I give it a couple minutes to see if this is going somewhere, but it looks like she's expecting me to make the move. I mutter something about the time and, excuse myself, and go home.

Shortly thereafter, she and one of our other co-workers become 'an item'. Given that he was even less than me to look at, my original hunch, that she was looking for someone for the kid to call 'Daddy' seemed on the mark. The fast food arcade closed up just after I graduated high school, but before she had the baby and I never saw her again. Still don't know what happened to her, but I do know that no 17 year-old should have that level of obligation.

smart move

Years ago I was having a romantic relation with a girl. We were not in a relationship but clearly our relation was more than a friendship regarding our emotions. We always spent great time when we were together and I'm sure we were clearly thinking about when we would step out the thin red line.

One day we were at my house and watching dvd. She was already in my arms while watching it. Details are little blur right now but after the movie we ended up in my room on my bed. We were kissing while I undress her. I clearly remember she was standing near me on the bed totally naked. Although she was young she has pretty big tits and her pussy has an untouched full bush (which still excites me today as I think of).

Anyways... at that specific moment I had to decide what to do cause she was just standing there and waiting the next move from me. And I choose not to do it. Main two reasons are; first she was just 17 at the time and I though she was a virgin. So I didn't want to have sex with an underage virgin girl I think and ruin a strangely perfect friendship.

Anyways.. we keep seeing each other for some more time then move to our own roads. We are still friends in fb and chat a little time to time.

I learned that she was not virgin at the time. Lost to her ex bf a little while before our movie session.

And ofcourse I regret my decision today. That was one of the moments I want to go back if I have a time machine ;)

Here's a story I hadn't thought of in years. Way way back in my late twenties I was working for an NGO in Central America. I was in capitol for a meeting I think, and couple colleagues and I go out to a bar that evening. It was basically an ex-pat bar. Most of the local bars were not really the kind of places you'd want to spend much time in - no women, but lots of drunks that want to practice their English. Anyway, we meet this attractive young black woman in the bar. This was odd in itself because the country has hardly any blacks. Turned out she was from a neighboring country which has a significant black population on the Atlantic Coast. She's got a little pot with her, something not easy to find at that time, and she wants to go somewhere with us to light-up. She's clearly already high and having a good time.

So... we go back to my room in a small pension. On the way there she announces that she wants me to be her "boyfriend". The four of us get a little high, it wasn't that much pot, and I eventually have to tell the other guys to beat it. Finally they leave, but in the meantime she kinda drifts off. Too much booze I figure, but I can't wake her up. In the process of trying to get her attention I notice she has puked-up a very very tiny amount onto her blouse. Now I'm a little concerned. I'm wondering what's going on, so I take a look in her purse and find a bottle of barbiturates. If you knew where to go you could buy that kind of stuff in a pharmacy without a prescription. At one point in the evening it looked like I was going to laid for sure. Now I'm thinking, get me the hell outa here! I take off and spend the night in another pension, but not before making sure she was basically OK and sleeping on her stomach. By then she was snoring.

Here comes the good part. A month or so later I run into another friend in the capitol. He tells me his story about meeting this cute black girl in the same bar. She tells him her story about waking up in a pension alone, not exactly knowing how she got there. She says some white guys took her out one night and then just left her there. The people at the pension wouldn't let her out without paying for a room, and she didn't have any money. I already paid for the room, but at that point they didn't know what room she was in or how she got there. She had to climb out a window. It gets even better. My friend did get laid, but he also got Chlamydia - that's why he was in the capitol, to see a doctor. Boy was I glad I couldn't wake her up!

Dodged a bullet
 

"It gets even better. My friend did get laid, but he also got Chlamydia - that's why he was in the capitol, to see a doctor. Boy was I glad I couldn't wake her up!" :eek::eek::eek:

Talk about karma, awesome story! Reminds of a I guy I worked with, we used to go to this nightclub in Hong Kong, anyway I was too tired to go out and so he went on his own--he ended up in his room with a hooker, except she drugged his drink and stole his wallet and laptop. Keep them coming, thanks! :D

NO!
 

This is a different kind of story and happened some 50 years ago. Yes we do remember some things. I'll add a little background to this story.
Mary was my wife's high school friend and my brother's exgirlfriend. She actually set me up to date what would become my wife. My younger brother was in the service and his GF Mary was now fucking everyone who'd have her.
Until then I would never touch Mary but was now fondling her titties and soon fingering her. Mary and other friends of my wife hung around our small home often. I was fucking my wife way too much so she'd actually beg me to fuck her GF's. Yes a fairy tale life and new to this recent virgin and now married teen.
Mary was a cute skinny little thing with very nice pointy perky titties. She rarely if ever wore panties or a bra. Making this better she wore very revealing tops and a mini skirt. Mary was always flashing and showing everything. This was also training for my own GF, then wife, to dress the same.
As I wrote, my wife was getting fucked by me as often as I had time. I was new to this and couldn't get enough of her tits and pussy. Right off I'd tried to get my wife to swap. She wouldn't but was fixing me up with her cute little GF's. All barely legal since we married at 19 and her 17. The girls and my wife were then 18.
So I was fucking a few of my wife's GF's and we all played with each other. My younger brother had written telling me to fuck Mary since everyone else was. He didn't know I was already doing everything but fucking her!
One Saturday afternoon Dollie and Mary came into the tiny living room nude coaxing me to fuck Mary. I didn't mention why I hadn't fucked Mary yet. She had been seeing doctors for an unbelievable pussy smell. Her pussy was also the largest I'd ever seen or felt. My hands are not large. I could bury a fist to the wrist in Mary's c*nt!
For a skinny well built little thing I don't know how her pussy could be so large!
So the combination of that big wet stinky hole caused me to repeatedly say NO! to Mary.
More than 50 years later, a few new exhusbands, I still turned Mary down!

I'd also turned down more young ladies than I want to think about simply because my wife wouldn't swap.

I just remembered a detail I got wrong. She didn't tell my friend that some white guys took her out, she told him some French guys took her out. After coming across so many clueless French hippie tourists this part of his story was especially hilarious at the time.

Boss Wanted Wingman
 

I once had a boss who was infatuated with big tits. Old or young, thin or fat, short or tall - nothing mattered except for those big jugs. We worked in a medium-size office building. There were about 150 management people (including my boss and me) and about the same number of hourly workers. One of the younger hourly women was cute but a bit overweight (maybe 175 pounds on her 5-5 or so frame) but had huge tits. My boss pursued her every chance he got, with the goal of getting a nooner at a local motel. He was married, so there would be no real dating. She finally warmed up to him, and was ready to do the deed. One catch - her best friend Rene would also have to have a similar arrangement.

I knew Rene, and really liked her. She was about 5-6, slender, smart, great ass and I guess B-cup tits. Both women were in their mid-20s. Although it wasn't forbidden for management to fraternize with hourly folks, if marriages were broken up or a scene ensued the management person was considered to have exhibited bad judgement and would be unlikely to be considered for promotion. I also thought it would be a bad idea to do something like this with my boss - kind of made us co-conspirators. But Rene was VERY cute!

Rene and I found more opportunities to talk and get closer, and my boss said his love interest had told him that Rene told her that I would do nicely, and to set up the rendezvous. When I heard that I lost my nerve and told Rene that I liked her as a friend, but wasn't interested in seeing her outside of work. She seemed OK with that, and we remained friends - if a bit more distant.

In a couple of weeks I noticed that my boss, his paramour, Rene and a management guy from a different department started going to "lunch" a couple of times a week. I was a little jealous - I really wanted to fuck Rene but didn't want to deal with the consequences.

Rene's guy was single, and they became an item in public for a short time. However they soon broke up, and then soon after that Rene started showing a baby bump. In that time I had gotten promoted and was my former boss's peer. One of my newly inherited employees told me that Rene's boyfriend had in fact given her the baby, and she had given him herpes!

So I made the right call. I got my promotion and avoided an STD all with one decision. For a change, my big head overrode my little head.

My first experience was like Beelzebozo's. I was a 19-year-old freshman in college in central NH. My roommate was balling a divorced woman (aged 27, IIRC). The two of them set me up with an attractive French-Canadian ex-dancer, separated from her husband and raising a little boy (aged about 4-5). I went to her house to 'watch TV', when she started getting very friendly. I don't know if the term "MILF" had yet been invented, but I figured I'd been matched up with one.

Then I saw the line of wine bottles on her mantelpiece. When I commented on them, she mentioned they were from YESTERDAY's drinking...Gulp! Then her little boy came running into the room and called me "Daddy"....That was enough! I stuttered some excuses about having forgotten an assignment I needed to do and made my way home. My roommate thought I was an idiot.

As a clincher, about a week later, she and her husband reconciled. My roommate apologized for calling me an idiot. Seems the French-Canadian woman told my roommate's girlfriend that the husband was looking to 'break the bones' of anyone who'd diddled his wife.:eek:


F

Second "NO" experience was when I was on active duty in the USAF. I did a travelling road show, teaching at several different bases. At one (Wright-Patterson AFB), I was approached by a younger, female NCO who got very friendly (but not inappropriately so) when we both in uniform. I didn't mind talking to her, but when she mentioned getting together off-duty, I politely declined (I've never played around on my wife, and I'm certain she's never played around on me). Unfortunately, I did mention I was going to go to the USAF Museum after work.

Of course, I get to the Museum, and there she is...bra-less, in a TIGHT tee-shirt and SHORT shorts. I had a very hard time ditching her, but she finally got the message and left, quite annoyed.

The next day, I was approached by a senior sergeant in the unit I was visiting. It seemed he'd overheard my talking with the female the day before and had wanted to warn me that the woman was famed for sleeping with aircrew members, visitors, etc. Since he was a supervisory position, too, he was also aware she'd had to be treated several times for VD! Would've been nice if he'd told me that the day before!

F

Many years ago, just after I moved in with my girlfriend, I used to give a lift home to a girl at the same evening class. We would often stop by at a pub on the way for a pint and a chat. One evening, when we got back to outside her place she asked me in for a coffee. I went in and we talked some more, then she declared that she needed to get ready for bed. I took that as my cue that I'd been there long enough and it was time to leave. As I was driving home I thought to myself, "Stupid boy" and wondered if she'd wanted me to stay. What if I'd said, "OK, can I stay and watch?" or similar. Maybe that wasn't what she wanted? Should I go back? Then I thought about my"new" girlfriend and decided against it. So I went home, went to bed and curled up around my nice warm, sleeping girlfriend. The next week at evening class it was very obvious that having me stay WAS what she'd got in mind...frosty or what!!! A few weeks later the gossip at evening class was that she'd hitched up with another bloke in the class, a married man. And the girlfriend? She became wife and the best friend I ever had, even 40 years later.

Great stories, keep them coming!

I was on business travel in a European city, I was part of a small team. I wasn't the most senior member of the team, but I had been to the city quite a bit. As a result, I offered to take the newbies on a tour. A young vivacious blonde, Sarah quickly joined up with several of us at the appointed time in the hotel lobby. However, there was this one young chap, I had seen him before, Brian, if I recall, but he wasn't part of the official travel team. What I later found out was that Brian had taken vacation and surprised Sarah by showing up at the same hotel. Sarah was young, about 25, and she told me that Brian was only a friend, and she didn't know how to tell him that she didn't see anything more in him.

Anyway, we toured a couple of great places and we ended up at some old bars, the kind where they have to pump the ale out of the cask manually to fill your glass. We had started around noon, so by that evening, and members of the original entourage slowly peeled away and went off to do their own thing. Soon it was solely myself, Sarah and Brian. Now, there wasn't a single moment where I thought Sarah was hitting on me, and I was simply being my gregarious self and counseling them on how not to be ugly Americans, you know, loud boorish, wearing white tennis shoes, grandpa jeans, and always a t-shirt advertising some product. They laughed. So we made a game of going to a couple of places and simply watching the patrons and identifying the Americans, sadly it was all too quick and easy, ha!

As we made our way down the cobblestone street, we were all feeling pretty good, not stumbling drunk, or speech slurring, but we all had a good buzz, and I think Brian was almost at his tipping point. Soon, Brian fell a little behind us, mumbling about something, and Sarah and I began to talk. There were these waist high black steel poles embedded along some of the entries to the streets, they served as barriers to vehicles, which is fantastic to be able to solely have pedestrians on the streets.

Suddenly Sarah made an observation that these poles had phallic looking tops on them. "How so?" I replied. "I thought you said you were a 25-year old virgin?" Sarah let out a little squeal, and said, "You remember everything don't you?" I smiled and said, "Well, next to a nun, you're probably the oldest virgin that I've ever met. So back to my point, how do you know what's phallic or not?" Sarah chuckled and said, "Well depends on how you define virginity---I haven't had sex, but...." I said, "Oh, so this sounds like a Bill Clinton definition on oral sex, right? It depends on what the meaning of is, is?" We both laughed. Brian was stumbling worse than before, so I hailed a cab and we soon were at the hotel, and I guess the shots of schnapps had caught up with Brian---ahhh youth.

It was about close to 9PM when we got back to the hotel. I showered and jumped into bed and around 1030, I had a call. It was Sarah, and she was upset. I asked her why. Sarah told me that Brian insisted on walking her to her room and had passed out and she didn't feel comfortable with him being there. I didn't know what to do. Obviously I've been classically stupid like that with women my whole life---clueless about reading their signals. Anyway, I was tired and not comfortable with the idea of Sarah coming to my room, but she was pleading for my help. So said, "O.k, you can come here and then maybe later on you can see if he might have woken up and went back to his room. Now we both knew that was an impossibility, because Brian was going down for the count. Soon Sarah was at my room. I was actually not pleased. I was tired and perplexed by the whole thing. For one, I didn't want any trouble from anyone. Sarah could claim something, Brian could say something, and ultimately, I would left holding the bag of shit with my name on it. I only had one bed, so I simply took a comforter from the closet, laid it out on the floor grabbed a pillow and tossed it onto the floor.

When Sarah arrived, she was wearing a bathrobe and a long coat over that. Off came the coat and bathrobe to reveal a cute white teddy, pink trim, plunging neckline and perky nipples announcing their presence for all possibilities. Can you say instant wood? Thankfully I had my warmups on and they are baggy, ha! So we began to dither on who was sleeping where, and I finally cut her off, and said, "No, you sleep there and I sleep here" as I pointed to the floor. Sarah acquiesced---initially. After about a half hour, Sarah was tossing and turning, sighing and basically making a racket. "I can't sleep unless you are here, because I will feel bad that I made you sleep on the floor," Sarah said. So I climbed in bed, and short of falling off the bed, got to the very edge of my side. All went well initially, another half hour, we me pretending to fall asleep. Then Sarah turned towards me, and tried to spoon with me, plus she d****d her arm over me. Now, I was married and she knew that. I was worried, precisely because of all the reasons I mentioned earlier. I told Sarah, "You know, perhaps Brian might have left already, you should go see, I will go with you." With that, Sarah dressed and we both went inside her room--Brian and somehow left. I forgot what time it was, but it was late, I was tired, and worried.

I told Sarah, "Great, we've both got our beds back, I'll see you tomorrow, good night." I don't remember if we hugged, if we had that would have been it for me, because she would have felt my hard dick pressing against her creamy white firm thighs. Did I mention she was a stunning blonde? Later on that same day we all met up checking out of the hotel, and as we talked and I acted like nothing had happened, and yukked it up with Brian about his new found expertise in schnapps.

I don't know what it exactly it was. Perhaps it was that filter in our brains, or that sixth sense that tells us to proceed with caution. What I did know about Sarah, even as sweet as she was, at the minimum, she'd sucked cock or gave some great hand jobs in her days, but I wasn't going to dip my dick into that. If she was a virgin, would she expect me to get real serious with her? Tell her friends, co-workers? We may not have all of the details when caution arises, but we know enough to act accordingly. Do I have regrets? Sometimes. Diddling, Sarah would have had too many unforeseen consequences that to me it was simply not worth it. I saw her a couple of times, but she knew that I wasn't going to play with her. So we went our separate ways. Now this reminds me of that other time when a flight attendant was hitting on me and invited me to go onto her next destination and join her for the night...but that will have to wait another day. Keep them coming, great stories. Let me know if you liked my story, thanks appreciate it. :D

I joined the military when I was 20. I wasn't a virgin, but I wasn't very experienced , either. My longtime girlfriend and I had broken up before I joined and I was in a long dry spell. My 21st birthday was in the middle of the week. Most of my friends had things going on, so I ended up going out with a girl I worked with. She was 4 or 5 years older than me. She was attractive, but in the time I knew her, it seemed we developed more of a brother-sister type relationship. She also outranked me by 1 or 2 stripes.

Now, I don't drink, so I offered to buy her my first beer. We went to some country bar. It wasn't a particularly eventful evening. When it was over, I dropped her off at her house. She was about to get out of the car and she said something I didn't expect. She offered me a blow job as a birthday gift. I thought she was kidding and declined. Nothing in our relationship changed, and a year or so later the base closed and we went out separate ways.

I didn't mention it to any of my friends at the time, but a few years later. I ran into some of the guys I worked with. We started talking about her and I told them about that night. They said they think she was probably serious about that blow job. Looking back, they were probably right.

Ski Party
 

I went skiing with a couple of college pals (1 girl 1 guy) we were guests at the home of one of her best family friends. These friends were much older about early 50's and had pretty successful careers already so it was a very nice ski chalet. Anyway prior to the trip I had already been banging the daylights out of the college friend, and after a day of hard skiing we gathered around the kitchen drinking wine---we all got pretty lit. It got late and the host's hubby went off to bed. So there were four of us now (2F/2M) yukking it up, and the wine kept flowing.

So finally before bed we decided to take some photos; we took turns taking photos, and on the last set, the hostess was in the middle, I was on one side and my buddy was on the other, the fuck buddy was taking the photo. Suddenly I felt the hostess's hand slide down and grab my ass---HARD! I was like wow! I barely kept a straight face as I stared at her and she too just giggled as the fuck buddy teased her about the manwich she was in----all the while she continued to squeeze and rub my ass! I didn't do anything, because I wasn't about to try and take it to the next level. Call it self-preservation, I had noted the host had a lot of hunting rifles and stuffed animal heads on display---I certainly didn't want to become one of those "accidentally shot while hunting---five times" stories.

So I just ignored the whole thing said goodnight and she gave me a little extra hug. Of course about an hour later I snuck into my fuck buddy's room and banged her into the next county. :D I think the hostess heard us because later on that same day she was saying something about how it must have got windy during the night because it made the house creak---I just smiled. :D:D:D