What do you think about when you think about the first time you ever had sex? I remember clearly all the things I thought about then. It was late, it was a chick I just met, she was drinking, I had a condom given to me by her sister in law, and The Wall was playing in the background.
I was actually in love with this other girl who I was so infatuated with that I had no idea what to do about it. I wasn't sure if the other girl felt quit as I did, but the couple of evenings that seemed to be so brief but so intense kissing in the corner of her room were all I could think of... well, and the fact that I totally fucked it all up by wanting to much too fast...
And so, there I was, in this attic space with this chick I had just met who I was informed by her brother's wife was a "Sure thing" for me. And she was.
As Pink Floyd played through the air and I found myself in the tangled of inexperienced sex, I had so many thoughts in my head. Thoughts like: "I've finally done it!" "So this is what it feels like?" "Oh how I love tits!" and "I should have taken my boots off." I had sex with the same chick two more times the next day, and I had my boots off for those... I have to say that the second time on the couch was awesome!
After we were done having sex on the couch, we turned on the TV and found out what the world was finding out... Kurt Cobain had been found dead... and so, I have a clear date to remember of the first time I finally had sex, the top goal in my life since I was nine and figured out that it was a thing people did!
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