The First First Time

So in that last post I said that I didn't orgasm until my seventh sexual partner. In fact I described that here. But that wasn't the first time a guy made me come.

I was a very very bad long-distance runner in high school and apparently caught the eye of a senior on our way to a meet one day. My friend Diane set us up even though I really wanted to date Steve, who only wanted to date Carla who wound up marrying the first guy I kissed, Mike.

Anyway.

This runner, Dave, took me out on a few dates and was truly a nice guy and very sweet but not really a match for a crackerjack like me. During one date we watched Young Frankenstein at his house, me for the first time, he for the thousandth. I laughed at the joke about the violin still being warm, and he looked at me in surprise; it had previously gone over his head. Hmmmm.

Anyway he borrowed either his father's Fiero (awesome!) or mini-van. The Fiero was actually a big pain in the ass as far as dates go. The mini-van had a leak in the ceiling over the center console and was inherently dorky. Dave drove me home one night in the mini-van and we parked in my driveway; I was technically home by curfew if the car was in the drive. We started making out across the front seats so fairly soon we undid our seatbelts to lean closer. I had kissed maybe only one boy before then, sloppily drunk and in another country (the aforementioned Mike) Wet lips and gasping breaths were still new to me, but at least a concrete reality after so many frantic late-night teenage fantasies. Here was a body pushed against mine, just as needy and sloppy, enthusiasm short-circuiting any attempt at skill.

I must have really gotten into the kissing because before I knew it (eek!) we were on the floor in the back. He lay on top of me, both of us fully clothed. The swell in his pants ground the hot seam of my jeans against me, while I lost myself and clutched him harder. Finally we pushed us over the edge. My mind snapped out and back as my body shuddered and shook with the pulse of orgasm and the quick hot breathing of my co-conspirator, my witness, in my ear.

We got out of the van and I, with a red and sweaty face and dazed eyes, walked up to the house to greet my parents. I was sixteen.