I was listening to "Tonight is the Night", by Betty Wright. And I started thinking about mine. I wish it had went that smoothly, but yet in still, it was the typical "First Time" sit-chi-ashun (as JJ would say on "Good Times).
I was the tender age of ____ (numbers are irrelevant, dontchathink?) And I was hopelessly in love with Darren. Hey, you know Darren, don't you. Darren is the very guy that I was gawking at and did a straight pratfall in my life's most embarrassing moments post. So anyway, no Darren wasn't a phreak fawning over some ninth grade chick. He waited until later. (Sidebar: He actually was my first kiss as well, later on in high school). But anyway, he called over my friend Leslie's house, because she was talking (hehe remember that word 'talking) to his buddy Patrick. Darren was, at that point, a sophomore in college, and had not seen me in a few years. Darren knew my entire family. Reason being is that the city that I was raised in is like Mulberry/St. Olive, Cheers type of environment. Everybody knew everyone. So, him calling me was no big deal.
So Patrick and Leslie were going out that night, and he wanted to take me out as well. He called himself serenading me over the phone with a Ready for the World song (Let me Love you Down). Y'all, I was honey booming all over the place after he did that you could not tell me NOTHIN. So, they took us out to eat (like at Coco's or something), then we got back into his 5.0 Mustang and was listening to Candy by Cameo oh my goodness was I in seventh heaven or what! So, we finally drove up at the letom (HAHA, whatyouknowaboutdat). I don't know about you ladies, but I tell you what, pulling up into the letom back in the day (the few times I did hehe) was just highly embarrasing - I felt so exposed!
Now, meanwhile, Darren does not know I am a virgin. So, we are all hanging out in the room together playing quarters. What the hell quarters was I did not know. I was soon to find out, though. Quarters is a game where, you literally flip quarters into a cup, and if you miss, then you have to drink. Me being the non drinking, equilibrium challenged chick that I am, I kept missing the shot (no pun intended), so I was getting shots of Bacardi and Coke (in hindsight more Bacardi than Coke). So needless to say, I also found out that night what the word buzzed meant.
So, Patrick and Les left the room to do the dayum thang, and then me and Darren started fooling around. For me, it was more mechanical because I was definitely inexperienced in so many ways. Me being the naive chick I was at that time, I didn't really think anything was going to 'happen' happen. (nowadays these fass a$$ girls would have saw it coming, but I didn't). He was never pushy, he was very kind, and very relaxed about the whole situation. But oh, my goodness, when the rubber hit the road (pun intended), I felt like I was going to pass out.
Finally, it happened. He popped the cherry. (Don't ack like y'all didn't used to say that!) But I felt like he was the Space Shuttle Challenger and I was the cloud being penetrated. No matter how slow he went (and he did) and how gentle he was (and he was) that sheeat hurt like a mofo. Aahh! Just thinking about it is making me cringe. I don't know if at that point if he knew, or thought that I had a Supa P that was hella tight. So finally, the copulation occurred, and it wasn't bad, nor was it good, it just happened. And no, I was not moving, I didn't know what to do. (Memo to fass a$$ girls, you shouldn't know what to do, and I didn't).
So afterwards, I was cuddled in his arms (I guess that's what you could call it), and if it were left up to me, we would have gotten married that day. So that's when I confessed that it was my first time. I felt his muscles tense, then. I think he may have suspected that because I am telling you it was a major event trying to tap it - me telling him was no doubt was a confirming. Maybe he was tense because he had never 'broken in' (hehe) a virgin, or he thought I was going to be a bug-a-boo, I dunno. BUT I do know that he was still very polite, and kind to me. And when all was said and done, he followed Patrick back to Leslie's house and dropped me off there, kissed me and called me from time to time (he didn't live out here, he was on campus in Utah - which was MAAAD weird at that time, a brotha in Utah?). We hooked up a few times after he got back. We just kind of moved on from each other. Darren was always polite, and never dissed me. For that, I am grateful.
Grateful that he unleased the dragon. . . :)
Okay, readership. Your turn.
Good, Bad, Disastrous?
Somewhere in the middle?