A First...

I grew up in a small neighborhood. My two brothers, three sisters, and my mom lived in a housing project in the middle of Denver, CO. Some of the other kids were cool, but most of them were trouble so I stayed away and read books in my room.

Deep into our 10 year residence there, we played sports, went to church, started backyard dance groups. It was a real groove even though in all ten years, I hadn't a single girlfriend.

Then one of my sister's friends started whispering in my ear while we all hung out.

I didn't know how to respond but it was... well, hot.

She would say two sweet words, and then linger there.

"Meet me."

This went on for a week or so. I finally asked here "where" one day.

She told me how to find her bedroom window.

The night I arrived, a caller was already present. I still climbed up.

When she saw me, the previous fellah was dismissed promptly. I later learned he had never actually had the pleasure.

With anyone. To this day.

But I digress.

She told me to stay quite, that sge had to keep her door open. Mother's rules.

I saw her rummage through her closet and she returned with a condom.

Her mouth helped it on.

Then I was to lie back.

There are no words to describe the first caress of a naked girl's thighs. Especially as her hips grinded and melted onto yours.

But we were cut short at the sound of mummy headed upstairs.

I had to leave.

But left my virginity behind.

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