I was having a conversation with a friend the other night and it sparked this blog post. We were discussing whether or not a person will really and truly always remember their first time. You know...their first sexual partner.
When years and years and years go by, do you still remember who the first person was that took your cherry? LOL
I, for one, do remember my very first.
I was 18 years old. Out of high school (yes, I was a virgin all during high school). I was hanging out at the Inner harbor in Baltimore. For all of you that do not know, The Inner Harbor is the premier tourist spot and overall great place to hang out. Anyway, a bunch of us were hanging out when we spotted a large group of guys. We all were out to have a good time so we all hooked up and just acted like complete fools that night at the harbor. Hey, that's what young teenagers do. LOL
Well, one in particular caught my eye and I his. We will call him "Prince" (He loved Prince!) Anyway, he and I began dating and having a really good time. He was my first real boyfriend as I was a leper in high school and no boy would come within 5 feet of me.
One one cold, snowy night in February Prince asked me to come visit him as he wanted to see me and I really wanted to see him as well. I was volunteering at the local hospital and once my shift was over I met Prince at the mall and we took the bus to his house.
Now, before I go any further, my mother had already instructed me to come straight home after work as it was nasty outside and she didn't want me out in that dangerous weather. Of course I completely ignored that and continued on with my plans with my Mr. Wonderful.
So, after we sit around watching TV, in his basement, he made his move. I was more curious then turned on and decided to see what all the fuss was about sex.
Right in the middle of this life altering deed, the basement door creeks open and Prince's mother yells down from the top of the stairs,"Prince, Telephone."
He looks at me then climbs off and runs upstairs to see who it could be plus not arousing suspicion with his mother. After about 2.5 seconds he comes back downstairs and says, "That's your mother on the phone."
"My what! Are you serious?"
"Yep."
So I run upstairs to see what my mother wanted and she just blasted me for not coming home and instructed me to stay where the hell I was as she was on her way to pick me up.
Needless to say that completed my induction into womanhood.
I must say, the first time is never what it's cracked up to be.
What was your first time like?
