My First Time
My first time was uncomfortable and nerve wracking. I was on Spring break during my Freshman year of college and had gone to Montreal with some friends. Some of us had talked about finally doing the deed we’d talked about so many times before that.
Of course I worried that it would hurt and I worried that it would be obvious I was a virgin. That day we’d all gone out drinking and shopping but all I could think about was how that day I was going to give away my innocence.
Finally the time came when we all decided to take the big leap. We walked in to a room full of people and I waited patiently for the man that was going to take me over to the other side. I didn’t have high standards, I just wanted him to know what he was doing since I didn’t.
I took my time to make sure I knew what I wanted and where I wanted it. When he approached me to tell me it was time, I asked him to be gentle. He sat me down and started to pull down my pants slowly. I could feel chills go up my spine as his hand grazed my skin.
The first moment was shocking and I wasn’t prepared for the pain. The pain grew and grew for a while but I was pleased to realize it was a good kind of pain. Electricity was searing through my body and I felt more alive than I’d felt in a long time.
After a while the pain subsided and the pressure became more intense. I could feel myself changing and I knew I would never be the same. It was like being at the top of a roller coaster as you are about to go over the edge and knowing you can’t go back now.
It was a little odd having others watch such a personal moment but I didn’t know any better. I was just in my own world, becoming a woman. It was beautiful and right after it was over I knew I wanted to do it again.
That is the story of my first tattoo 😉