Do you remem­ber your first time?

It was her first time too. Her face con­torted, a regret­fully painful look, but quickly relaxed as her eyes rolled back. You were scared when she bled, but she begged not to stop. How strange it was to be so close to some­one, so face-to-face. You thought you knew what inti­macy was, until you were inside her and kiss­ing her lips simul­ta­ne­ously. Shhhhh, they’re right under­neath us. You never imag­ined it’d feel so hot.

Do you remem­ber her first time? It was safe because her sis­ter was busy enough with her own boyfriend. You went beneath her skirt, recall­ing how dis­tract­ing such a sim­ple piece of pleated, plaid mate­r­ial could be when walk­ing behind her in the hall. She made no sound, and you began to doubt whether she was com­fort­able anymore.

Do you remem­ber her first time? It was at the end of sum­mer, when the days were get­ting shorter. You had the win­dows open, and waft­ing through the room was the smell of healthy trees and sun­set air. Even though the breeze was cool and dry, she was hot and sweat­ing against you on her brother’s bed. You were lis­ten­ing for the swing and slam of the back screen-door, but all you were think­ing about was how good it felt to finally touch her bare, sticky skin. There was no ner­vous­ness any­more. She trusted you with devo­tion, as you guided her through her blos­som­ing sexuality.

Do you remem­ber her first time? It was your first time too. You had always wanted to save this for mar­riage, but you were both caught in the moment, and her dirty mouth wouldn’t stop prod­ding you. She once told you how she had always imag­ined being tied up, some­one tak­ing this from her by force. It was too late now, and she wanted this as much as you did. Her screams were almost rudely loud in your ear, but there was indi­ca­tion of pain in her voice. Afterward, she had take a moment to col­lect her­self before she could speak, mak­ing a remark about how com­fort­ing it was to still feel you inside her.

They say that we always remem­ber our first time.

But do they remem­ber you?