So this girl at my job had been following me around, giving me these big doe eyes for a few months. On her 18th birthday, she asked me if I wanted to take her out to celebrate.
Eventually we end up back in my bedroom later that night. We've been kinda flirting for a number of weeks now, so I'm pretty excited to get some action. She had also mentioned being a virgin, never quite getting this far with anyone before.
So we strip down while making out, and I lay her down on my bed. We start getting into it, but I notice a strange smell starting to creep up. A smell I've never smelled before. I just ignore it, figuring maybe there were some errant smells coming from the pipes in the laundry room next door, which has happened from time to time.
So I put my condom on and get ready to go to town and the smell is just getting worse and worse. A thickness to the odor starts building up, almost thick enough you could take a bite out of the air. So there I am by the bed, fully erect and ready to go, and struggling to keep my automatic gag reflex in check and trying to not dry heave.
I decide to go ahead and do the deed. As I approached her secret garden, I identified that's precisely where the smell comes from. A million questions go through my mind, and all of them come back to her diet. Just massive amounts of cheese is all I've ever seen her eat. We worked at a pizza place, and even though I have a driving, passionate love for cheese myself, her appetite for any sort of cheeses far outweighed my own. All I could think of was cheese, especially the way that really good cheese smells really bad. So I went for it.
As I'm pounding and her juices are flowing, the smell just continues to build up in my small bedroom. I'm trying to give her a good working, being her first time and all, but I'm also trying not to breathe - at all, if possible. My years of running cross country thankfully helped out with my aerobic conditioning and helped me power through, but eventually it got to be too much.
Now, my bed is right next to two windows. The house was old and the foundation was breaking, so the windows were just about impossible to open without a struggle. I'm trying to devise a plan.
So here I am, in missionary position trying to do her good, and holding my body up with all my arm strength to provide as much breathing room between me and her very odiferous box of love. She has her eyes closed, just enjoying the action, so I try to balance on one arm, while I reach with the other to force open one of my windows. Each time I thrust it in her, I push the window up just that much more.
Finally, I get the window a few inches open, and the cool breeze from outside rushes directly into my mouth-space. Praise Allah. With this, I catch my second wind, powering me through to completion.
I think we ended up having sex one more time before that relationship fizzled out and ended, and yes, the smell was just the same. Let that be a lesson to ye who seek virgins - sometimes that garden may have spent that 18 years untended and unwashed.