It was a warm spring day. We’d discussed and planned for weeks. All that was left to do was, it. I’d made sure he professed his love to me until I believed it. Me and my bestfriends had decided on the story to tell my mom to get me out of the house. Of course I was only thirteen but if he loved me it would be okay. This was the day that I would give myself to him. He was my dream. But all the love in the world could not quiet the pounding of my heart. It was virtually beating through my chest. I had spent all weekend decided what to wear and how to disrobe. After I dressed I started my journey to adulthood with a bike ride to his house.
We’d made out several times before but we always had clothes on. I’d never touched him down there but he was very familiar with me. I was having second, third and fourth thoughts but decided I’d rather spend time with him no matter the quality of the time than not The closer I got to his house the harder my heart pounded and the sweatier my palms became.
I parked my bike outside and knocked on the door. He must have been waiting because as soon as my knuckles lifted from the first knock the door opened. He wasn’t standing there. He’d already returned to his bedroom. No one was home except the two of us. The ball in the pit of my stomach was now moving up my throat.
With every step I took toward his bedroom my heart pounded a little harder and my palms got a little sweatier. I was breathless by the time I reached his room. I didn’t know what to expect. Would it be like the teenage novels I’d read or would it be like a scene from the soap opera with lots of kissing and caressing? I hoped for the latter. I wanted it to flow naturally.
As I entered the room I noticed he had taken care to arrange a pallet on the floor for us. He didn’t want to mess the bed up for fear his mother would detect what we’d been doing.The covers were red and soft. He made sure I was comfortable but it was clear that he was ready to have me. It was not like the soaps. I was not like any teenage novel I’d read. It was like the first time, perfectly imperfect. We were both a ball of nerves.
Our experience was showing his inexperience. He’d told me this wasn’t his first time. We kissed but every attempt to line our bodies up ended with him falling off of me. He was 6 feet tall while I was only 5 feet so we were in no way able to line our bodies up. I thought this would let me off the hook and it did for a while but soon he was ready to try again. This time he asked me to open my legs.
He touched me until I was moist enough for him to enter me. Then he pressed himself into me. It was uncomfortable, I felt empty and then it was over. We were both silent for the rest of the day. I dressed and fell asleep. When I awoke he’d made me a snack but the fun was over, my mother had figured out I wasn’t at a girl friends.