Virgin

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?

3 comments

  1. This takes me back years…
    I like how you describe it though… it feels so sim­i­lar to my very own first time… We could­n’t stop… even tried every sin­gle posi­tion… : P

  2. i’d hope that the boy from my first time would remem­ber me.

    we’re liv­ing togeth­er, and will be mar­ried some day. ; )

  3. Every posi­tion? That must have been some night.

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