Yes

Wendy’s eyes shot open as she dropped herself from her yoga position and looked around the room shocked.

That taste...that texture...it was familiar.

She was 18, an easily influenced freshman in college. She had her first ever date and her friends were trying to coach her on what she should do on the date. One thing being: how to “go down” on a guy.

“I don’t know...that seems too promiscuous- especially for a first date”

“‘Promiscuous’? Easy there, mama Brady! Welcome to the modern dating scene! If you like a guy, you gotta go down on him- at least until you’re ready to put out.”

They eventually convinced her to neglect her prudishness and gave her tips on how to do it and blow-job etiquette.

“So once he...finishes...” Wendy asked, “what am I supposed to...do with it?”

“What do you mean?” Her friend asked, “you swallow it.”

“Swallow it?”

“Swallow it. You don’t want him to think you’re some prude, do you?”

“Would he really think I’m a prude if I just...did that?”

“Totally. Welcome to the dating world, Wendy!”

—

Wendy reflected on the end of the date, sitting in Chad’s car. They exchanged their pleasantries until Wendy gathered the courage to lower her head down to Chad’s lap, clumsy work his zipper and get to work- following all of her friends points.

“Oh yeah! That feels great!” Chad said no too long before, “oh! I’m going to cum!”

And then he did. Nothing could have prepared Wendy for what she was about to experience as the hot fluid shot into her mouth. To her it was a disgusting salty slime that she wanted nothing to do with. She held it in her mouth while conflicted with wanting to immediately spit it out while imagining her friend ordering her to swallow it.

“You don’t want him to think you’re a prude! SWALLOW IT!” She imagined her friend yelling, to which she complied and instantly regretted.

“You alright?” Chad asked.

“I’m- uh- I’m fine! Well, I’m getting sleepy and...I better get to bed!” She said trying to excuse herself from the car.

“Oh! Okay!” Chad said, disappointed, “I had a great time tonight!”

“Yeah!...uh...me too!” She said fumbling with the door handle.

“We should get together again soon!” He suggested.

“Maybe...” she said absently while finally getting the door to open.

She awkwardly exited the vehicle. She walked back to the dorm, cursing her friend for convincing her to do that. She swore that she would buckle down on her studies even more. That she would be so successful that she would never have to taste that stuff again.

She accomplished her dreams of success. So successful that she didn’t even concern herself with dating. Which was more or less fine- if this type of thing was ordinary in the dating world.

And here she found herself, tasting that stuff once again after all these years...