my first time

First, thanks to SweetT for inspiring today’s blog.

The first time I had sex with a man, it was not like the movies. It was…. It was…. It was, I don’t want to say horrible, but it wasn’t good either. It was “wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am.” He took a shower and went to sleep. The whole thing lasted all of thirty minutes. I mean, from the opening kiss to the end of his shower. I remember thinking, I waited all that time for this!! This is some bullshit! I remember listening to his ass snoring, mad. I was so mad. When I woke up the next morning sore, I was livid. His ass woke up happy, skipping, and smiling. I woke up stiff and sore.

So that was sex. It always hurt. He was always sweaty. I was always left wondering…is this what makes people write songs? Is this what makes people lose their minds? Is this…it?

Then, I met…her. Let’s call her, Jill. I met Jill by happenstance. We became friends. We became close. I knew she was gay. I told her I was straight. One day while sitting around talking, she broached the subject of sex. She told me about her first time and I told her about mine. She laughed at me and told me was I missing out. I laughed. She changed the subject. Weeks later, she had a hair appointment and I was alone in her apartment. I decided to be nice and clean up for her. It was a beautiful day and I had hoped she would want to hang. Then, she came home.

She walked in and I remember thinking she was the most beautiful person I had ever seen. And I told her so. She smiled. She gave me a look. You know the look. That come hither look. She had flirted with me before, but never pushed the issue. I had to have her and I had to have her right then. I walked over and I kissed her. She had such soft lips. I felt her hands on the small of my back. My body instinctively leaned into hers. A moan escaped from my lips. She pulled away from me and asked me if I’m ready for this. I answer by peeling her shirt off.

I kiss her neck and she moans. I take her bra off and take her breast into my mouth. My moans are louder than hers. She pulls my face to hers. She kisses me with a desire I have never felt before from a lover. She takes off my shirt and bra. She twirls her tongue around my nipple and my legs quiver. “Don’t worry” she says “I’ll be gentle.” I feel her hands on my zipper. The next thing I know, I’m standing before her naked, exposed.

We go to her bedroom. She lays me on her bed and finishes undressing. She buries her face between my thighs. I immediately start to shake. I feel her hands on my inner thigh. My back arches off the bed as I find a sweet release. She kisses my stomach and asks me if I’m okay. I say yes. She says welcome home and finds her place in my wetness….

It felt so good that it

Makes. No. Sense.