The Test 

t was a rainy night around nine or so when Alex came in the door. I was living in a small one-bedroom apartment with four other guys. It was small and it was stupid but we were independent and loving it! We were fresh out of high school and spent all

For some reason, and I still don’t know why, he turned him down. Now Max hadn’t gotten laid in five years and had actually asked Alex to find him someone. Then he turns it down just like that. Alex was just as perplexed and in a quandary now because he had already promised to bring someone. At that time in my life I had still not gotten my wick dipped and though I was really shy I volunteered for the slot. I probably would not have if I hadn’t been drinking but you know what that does to you. So we took off on a quest for pussy.

The TEST had begun!

That particular time was a rough one for me. I was still struggling with my emotions and my desires and the conflicts that they brought my way when they were replaced with what everyone else wanted of me. My parents, although not strict disciplinarians, had raised me with certain views about how life was to be lived. 

The people that I was surrounded by, with the exception of a few, impressed me with their views as well. Since I still didn’t know who I was. I was overwhelmed with it all. This was most particularly painful when it came to women. I have always liked bad girls. Always enjoyed the thrill of being around them and the desires to be with them. To do all the "naughty" things that you weren’t supposed to do. 

But I was impressed with the view that you had to get a good girl. That you couldn’t take home the bad girls to Mamma only the good ones. They had to be pure and nice and pretty. So I developed this little test to distinguish a good girl from a bad girl. And I worked it on everyone. Even the ones I knew to be bad girls. I either hoped to be wrong with these bad girls or else it was a form of cruelty that I masked in "good intent." As if there is ever good intent for challenging moral character!

So here I was cruising along the wet back roads with Alex. It was about a half hour drive so we sat back and kicked it with some loud hard aggressive music. Had to build up the testosterone levels a bit. When we got to where we were going Alex killed the lights and pulled up slowly. The two girls came running out between two houses shortly after, their mother's hostility toward Alex being the necessity for stealth. 

The brunette with the long hair climbed in the back with me and introduced herself as Beth. Mandie, Alex’s woman, slid into the passenger side of the seat, twirling her locks of blonde hair, and gave Alex a kiss on the cheek. He smiled and then we were off back to my place.

I surmised Beth up slowly, as a lion does its prey, and found myself satisfied with Alex’s description of her. He was way off most times so this was a nice surprise. She was small and petite with nice breasts. The brown hair was wonderful since I preferred brunettes at the time. Her ass was nicely shaped and her legs flowed gracefully into it.

We made smalltalk of some kind on the way home. I wish I could say that I remember everything that was said. That I was not just looking at an object of lust but at a woman that might have interesting thoughts. But I wasn’t. I hadn’t learned the beauty of a woman’s heart yet. How could I? I had yet to believe in myself let alone another person, especially a woman. No one had passed my test yet damn it! 

It seemed like the ride home was much quicker than the ride there. Soon enough Beth and I were walking into the apartment while Alex and Mandie screeched off to find a private place of their own. Privacy was not a luxury to me though. I walked in the door and found all three of my roommates were there now with another friend of ours. 

Fortunately the bedroom was unoccupied so after making the requisite introductions and small talk we made our way to the bedroom for a little "quiet time alone." It was the only time at that apartment that I regretted that the bedroom had no door. Probably not as bad as Max, though, since one of our friends got drunk and tried to climb into bed with him! But I was still looking at the doorway intensely wishing that a door would appear. Of course a short while later I wouldn’t even notice its absence.

There is always electricity when two people kiss for the first time. Even if it is an awkward situation so long as it is mutual there is a thrilling sense of a new frontier. Some men live for that sensation and go out seeking it through sports, business ventures, hot rodding and many other ways. I prefer the sensation of a new woman. The SINsation if you will. 

There was definitely magic between Beth and I. She was, as I had been informed, a bad girl. We started off kissing slowly, letting the tension build before we touched each other. It was such a turn on to try and resist what we both wanted. I think it would have been more so for me if I had not already known the outcome. I was the predator here and there was a game going on that she knew nothing about. 

The goal was to see how far she was willing to go. What she might be willing to do with a total stranger. A good girl would refrain while a bad girl would indulge herself. It’s not hard to see where this is going is it? It’s also not hard to see how stupid it was but that is the folly and the right of youth.

It wasn’t long before my hands were all over her, rubbing and kneading her breasts with one hand and rubbing her crotch with the other. All the time I was pushing my clothed cock up against her ass, teasing her with it, being ever so close, yet not quite there yet. The room was getting hotter but the noise from the other room was beginning to dissolve under the power of our lusts for each other. All this time we spoke little if any at all. There were no promises made or oaths casts. Just pure animal attraction.

That’s when the first interruption came. It was brief and surprising enough good news. The boys, being the good thoughtful boys there were, had decided to go to the local all night breakfast diner and get some grub. This I knew would put them out of the apartment for at least an hour maybe more. They asked if we wanted them to bring anything back and then split quickly. They were great friends.

We returned to our playing with renewed vigor. There were no longer any impediments to what we could do. Or at least to how loud we could be. And she liked to get loud. It couldn’t have been more than five minutes than she was moaning loudly and pushing my hand down into her opened jeans. She was trim and so very wet. I played with her treasure box, gently coaxing more and more juices from within her. It wasn’t a teasing she could take for long. 

We looked into each other’s eyes as I pulled her shirt off and began my descent down towards her palaces. I had to take time through the mountains but soon enough I was licking and nibbling and sucking feverishly at her little bulb as her moans got louder and louder. She was a bad girl all right!

No matter what I was looking for from a woman or what I was willing to do, eating pussy has always been a favorite pasttime. There is nothing quite like the joys produced on their faces as you softly and then violently take of their libations. The Elixir of the Gods I have heard it called, and I heartily agree. I knew that she was close and I knew exactly what she wanted.

We locked eyes once more and she whispered ever so softly, a stunning contrast to her loud moans, "Fuck me."

To which I replied short and simply, "No." I don’t think I have ever seen that look on a woman’s face before. I do not ever anticipate seeing it again. It was a look of shock and utter amazement. She probably had never been denied before and I have to admit taking a perverse pleasure in that thought at the time. 

The other women that had been tested had not been so bold as this one. They had all been timid and I was able to back out at the last minute with some petty excuse of not wanting to go too far and ruin it just yet. But not with Beth. I had to downright refuse her. It went well, all things considered. I protested that I didn’t have a condom. She protested she was on the pill. Then I again stated I had no condom and it was just something I didn’t do without. She agreed a little sullenly. It still amazes me though that I got a blowjob out of the deal! Or at least a partial.

It seemed to be going well after she got used to the fact that she wasn’t getting any and she started to warm up again. She decided that since I had pleased her that she would give me a little pleasure as well. Now the other thing that I love besides eating pussy is getting a blowjob. Definitely an oral person am I. And she was pretty good at it. She knew where to put the right pressure, where and when to lick, just how little pressure to use with her teeth while she sliding down and how long and fast to do all of it. The second and last interruption came way before I could.

It seems that my good ol’ boys had made a change of plans midway opting for a local fast food joint and had made it back in record time. She jumped up and threw on her clothes while I donned my jeans and walked out to greet them. To hear them tell the story I was very tight lipped and tense about their early arrival but I thought I had played it much cooler than that. Of course it goes without saying that after taking Beth home it was the last time the two of us were to meet. She had after all failed the test.

I think back to that night now and shake my head in shame. It didn’t occur to me till some years later that I was putting myself in a no-win situation. What if someone had passed the test? Did I really think that, if they were a true good girl, they would be pleased by the way that I mauled at them. Or that I might tell them that I was only testing them to see if they were what they appeared to be? 

Yeah, tell that one to a woman after making a major mistake and see how far it is going to get you. It never occurred to me that a woman might have the same desires that I had and want to act on them. Or that maybe they saw something in me they hadn’t seen before and wanted to take a chance on me. And there is also the possibility that they were a little scared of my boldness and just didn’t have the courage to say no. 

As I have said before, it takes time to come to terms with who you are and want to be and courage is often lacking in the process. It was beyond me that my test was a hindrance to me and not a true gauge of character. 

There are many more tales to tell about what happened in between this time and now. The events that have sparked the creative soul in myself to make the magic it had always dreamt. In some of them I was wiser than I was with my test and in others I was not. I am glad to have suffered through it all though. It built character and gave me iron in the blood and vinegar in the lungs. It was an awakening of great importance, not because it was sudden or came like a flash of light, but because it was slow and patient and ever growing. 

Everyday and with every new person I meet there is a new part of myself to learn and a new chance to grow towards a brighter direction. I thank all of those people whom have helped me, even if their help came at their own emotional expense. I cannot say I am sorry for that is what I needed at the time, but I can say that in my state today I would treat them much better than I did before. Thus is the tale of a satyr on the way to becoming a, hopefully, wise satyr before he even knew he was one.