#7

He was my college boyfriend. We met the first day of college at our orientation trip, and spent the next five days in the same group trip canoeing and camping. We hit it off immediately.

For about a year we flirted and made out after drinking. Halfway through our sophmore year he called me up at home during Christmas break. By the end of January, I had to ask if we were going to have a thing or not. We did.

Good kissing I think, but I've had better since. Really terrific cunnilingus. So long ago, I don't remember the first fuck. But I do remember March 1991; I was on top. We were in his loft bed the morning after his 21st birthday party. Yeah, oh yeah. I could reach up with my fingertips and scratch the ceiling as I came for the first time during sex. What a blessed, amazing, addictive thing. I almost wept with relief and gratitude. I could be one of Those Girls.

I lived with him for a summer and fucked him every day. Once he woke me in the middle of the night, made me come, and kissed me goodnight.

However, he was not a kind man. We fought a lot. Got jealous. Broke up, got back together again and again. Asked each other if we were doomed. He called me 'Bu' because he said my little tummy reminded him of Buddha. I kicked him. He fucked another girl. I screwed around with a friend on Halloween. Wondered if we'd get married, the thought of which alternately thrilled and sickened me. There was passion, but also contempt, distrust, anger, and disappointment. It was, in short, the first love.

We remain in peripheral contact. I introduced him to his current wife. He was at my wedding. I toasted him at his.

He taught me some things, but not as much as others have. But you never forget that first guy to make you come while fucking you, if you're lucky enough for it to happen.

Here's to my Lucky Number Seven.

(I wonder if you're maybe a little jealous, hearing about him? I wonder if you mind? I'd hate to think you're angry with me. Are you displeased? Do I need to be scolded?)