You always here people say that you never forget the first time that you make love. So, I was thinking about that and remembering my first time and then I noticed this heading in the forum. I thought that I would just write it down and see if it was romantic or not - sort of an experiment, I guess. Here we go!
Her name was Kathy. She had been my girlfriend in high school for over two years. She was Italian and her entire family were devout Catholics including her. I remember that we had plans to get married and we were saving our selves for that day. Of course, as time progressed, we became hornier and hornier and started doing "other things" besides actually "doing it". We were good kids. We tried harder than most to abstain and we had truly good intentions. One day, when I was 17 - we decided that we had proven enough about our virtue and that it was time to "Get it on"!
My father worked second shift and my mother lived elsewhere at the time. So, every night, I was alone in my father's apartment. When I was getting home from school, he was leaving for work. Him and I really only saw each other on the weekends and many times he would work then as well. I was a responsible kid and never caused any problems. One day, Kathy and I decided that we would take advantage of all of this freedom to be alone.
For months, we had been doing everything but having intercourse (such a gay word: intercourse). I guess that we were just so hungry to know what it felt like and we were sure that we would always stay together. She came over one evening. Even back then, I liked to cook and so I made us some dinner. I had actually bought a bottle of grape juice that came in what looked like a wine bottle. I told her that it was wine as I served it to her and she believed me. The placebo took over and she even claimed to feel tipsy and started to giggle a lot. After dinner, we moved into the living room and flipped on the TV. I can't remember what was showing - probably Magnum P.I.
This is strange because I can't remember any real details besides that we were on the floor of the living room - close to the hall that led to the bedrooms. I don't remember foreplay - although I am sure there was a lot of it. I don't remember the positions that we chose although I bet that I was on top of her in the traditional lovemaking style. I don't remember how long it lasted. I don't remember who came or how many times. I don't remember what we did when we finished and I don't remember what we talked about. I guess sometimes you do forget your first time making love.
I do remember that Kathy and I were close for several years. She still wrote to my mom and sent her holiday cards every year since then right up until this past year when my mother died (over 20 years). She married after college to a guy (Mike) who was/is a lawyer. She became an accountant and all of the dreams that we shared can now only live as memories in our minds. Although I can't remember the details of the first time that I made love, I will always remember that Kathy and I shared a relationship based on what we thought was love and that we were honest with each other.
I wonder if Kathy remembers the details. I'll bet she does. She's just that kind of girl. I think I'll call Mike and ask him if he minds if she describes it to me so I can remember too.
