by Chimera Loe
Highest education received: College degree (eg., BA, BS)
Occupation: student/ sales assoc/ amateur anthropologist
Religious affiliation: Atheist-ish
How religious are you? Somewhat
Sexual orientation: Heterosexual
How many hookup stories have you here posted before? 0
How long ago did this hookup happen? About 3 years ago
How would you best classify this hookup? Something magical
Tell us about your PARTNER(S). What did they look like? How well did you know them, had you hooked up before? How/Where did you meet them? How did you feel about them before the hookup? He was staying with an acquaintance of mine, I met him at a party when I was opening the fridge to get some cheap sangria. He looked familiar and I thought he was a student but after a brief chat I realized I’d never met him before and he was just visiting. As I turned back to the fridge I thought “I’m gonna fuck that guy” and I shrugged the thought off as silly. About a week later I was over there again with some friends and we chatted briefly. I felt an intense attraction but didn’t understand why, I eventually assumed I was just really horny, but the tension was palpable. As I left he mentioned he was about to leave in a few days. I figured I’d never see him again but then a week later I was at a party that I almost didn’t go to and he was there. We began to chat and instantly got into a crazy conversation. Eventually the party was ending and I invited him back to “show him a book” which I genuinely believed was the reason I was doing so. I just hoped something would happen… it did.
He was shorter than I usually liked my men, had blonde hair and a scar that kind of looked like a lightning bolt above his eyebrow (I found out later this was from horsing around with his friend and falling down.) But what I remember most was his eyes. Deep green and full of life.
How/where did the hookup BEGIN? What led to it? Was planning involved? Who instigated it? I asked him back to my on campus apartment (and as luck would have it my roommate was gone that weekend) and we continued conversing – everything from mythology, to dream interpretation to ancient history – and I showed him a funny youtube video. As we were watching the video he gently pulled my face to his and kissed me.
What happened DURING the hookup? What sexual behaviors took place (e.g., oral, vaginal, anal, kinky stuff)? How did you feel during it? Did you have an orgasm? Did your partner(s)? How did they behave toward you? Were they a good lover? What did you talk about? How did it end? We started to make out pretty heavily and started to undress. He said something about how we could do whatever that there was no pressure, which made me want to fuck him even more. As it progressed he told me he always goes down on women before he has sex with them, which was more than alright with me and probably made me that much more into it. He went down on me and then we started to fuck. He told me before he went in, that he felt a little rusty, that this was kind of a “once in a blue moon” kinda thing for him. I told him I was in the same boat- experiencing an 8-month dry spell. And then we fucked, and then we fucked again and then we fell asleep and fucked again in the morning and then we fucked again and then he left for a few hours since he was going back home the next day.
He asked if he could come over again that afternoon and I said yes. And when he came back it took all of 30 seconds before we were both undressed and going at it again. Basically we spent two days on a kind of sexual and intellectual odyssey, I lost track of how many times I came. Up till then I’d never had such mind blowing sex. Before him I was always able to stay quiet during the deed, since him I’ve become a bit of a screamer. At one point we had sex on my beanbag chair and I slid off enough that my back rubbed against the carpet. I didn’t even realize till he did a few hours later, but I had massive carpet burns down my lower back and he had ones on his knees. We never noticed while we were doing it. It took days before I could walk normally again, and MONTHS before the scars on my back healed.
And we talked about everything, life stories, fears, dreams, philosophy, religion, art, the universe…
What precautions did you take to prevent STIs and pregnancy? Did you discuss STI history? Lots of condoms, except once on that last day – so the next day I went and bought a Plan B just to be careful. I believe we did discuss our history, I think I remember asking if he had recently been tested and vice versa.
What were your REASONS for having this hookup?
I am human.
I wanted to.
My roommate was out of town.
Were alcohol or drugs involved? If so, how much? Yes, when we initially hooked up we were both fairly buzzed, there was a keg at the party. We also had beers at my place. But after that night we were sober the rest of it.
What happened AFTER the hookup? How did you feel about it? What are your expectations/hopes for the future with this person? How do you feel about them now? Afterwards he had to leave so we parted ways. We stayed in touch for a few months after, and a few times he planned to come see me but then the plans would fall through. He lived 8 hrs away so it would have been a trip. We messaged back and forth for awhile and he sent me some lovely poems that I still have saved somewhere. Then time ran out, I left the country to study abroad and we were never able to meet up before I left. When I returned I tried to contact him but never heard back. I don’t think I’ll ever see him again, and I probably wouldn’t want to now (it’s been 3 yrs).
I still feel positively towards him, whenever I think about that weekend it brings a smile to my face. For a good while I felt a great deal of longing but time made that subside. He has a special place in my heart though and I feel grateful and honored to have had that experience, I think our hookup was magical and the work of some kind of destiny, because I feel that I am a better person because of it.
To whom did you talk about the hookup? How did they react? My friends, who were a mixture of shocked and surprised and proud. Also probably a bit jealous. My carpet burns turned into legend.
Was this a consensual and/or wanted experience for you? For your partner? YES
Do you regret this hookup? If so, why? No not even a bit, if I could live my life over again I’d do it all again.
What was the BEST thing about this hookup? How about the WORST? Has this hookup changed the way you think about casual sex, sexuality, or yourself in general? This was THE hookup. I thought that night that we hooked up it would be a one-night stand (which was thrilling to me because I’d never had one before); it turned into a two-night stand with a lasting legacy. The only bad thing was the one time sans condom.
Yes this hookup has changed me, which is the only reason I decided to write this, so often you hear negative hook up stories and they get a bad rap. But mine was transcendental, what often gets overlooked is the magical opportunity a hook up provides. We shared life stories and since we are who we present ourselves as – we shared the best versions of ourselves, when it’s just one short time, it’s like it occurs outside of time in a whole other world, and that has taught me more than I could write about my identity, and my desire. Sex even without love can have an immense beauty (and though I favor sex with love) a lusty hookup has its own glory, it’s a human moment, being so vulnerable to a stranger you can project everything onto them and live a lifetime in a few days. It was dreamlike, it was transcendental, it was liberating.
All things considered, how POSITIVE was this experience? Very positive
All things considered, how NEGATIVE was this experience? Not at all negative
Anything else you want to add about this hookup or anything else? I don’t think this hookup would have happened without a sort of unseen hand guiding me, I’m glad I wasn’t too careful, I’m glad I took the risk. I don’t know if I’d be the same person had I not had this experience.
At one point when we were first hooking up, he looked me in the eyes and said “Thank you for being alive.” It wasn’t cheesy and I could tell he meant it. So if you’re out there my blue moon lover from long ago, I want to thank you for being alive, and for helping me to become who I am and am constantly becoming. And I hope you get to see those auroral lights one day…
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