Sex. Fucking. To me, there is no greater word for my first
experience than making love. It wasnt just sex, and it wasnt good fucking on a night I was wasted, no it was love. Cheesy huh? well the whole night was, but I loved it.
My boyfriend and I had been going out for a little over a year. We had met through some friends at school who had decided we would make a good pair because of music tastes, clothing styles and so on, and they were right. We clicked so well, there wasn’t a moment you could separateme from him. My parents loved him, and vice versa, and somehow we both knew this was right.
Anyway, back to the night. It was the night of the ball. He had some very flash looking tux on that made me melt at the sight of him, and all night he joked about how he couldn’t wait to get me out of my ball dress, and the best place for it was crumpled up on the floor.
We had driven there in an old VW combi, but for some reason he kept the curtains closed that allowed me to view the back, but I didn’t pay much attention to it. The ball was such a magic night, and as fate would have it, because we had been together a lot longer than most of our friends etc we were crowned king and queen.
Afterwards he took my hand and escorted me to the van, always complementing me about how I looked. We were in love. He drove us to the beach, backed into a park overlooking a cliff top and then said I was allowed to see the back.
I was in heaven.
A bed had been installed, and the sides of the combi covered with velvet, and red satin curtains, he climbed in a lit candles on several levels of the van (like shelves that had been put in place etc) and left the doors open so we could see the ocean. The bed had sheep skin and rose petals all over it, and he told me to climb on with him. I thought to myself about what he was going to do, but all he did was place his arms around me and we talked about the night. In a way I was quite dissapointed, so I initiated the first move.
No doubt by reading many of these stories you know how sex goes, and Im not about to explain because it was no different, but behind this was love. It was so powerful the feeling I felt, and without the emotional side, the love and commitment behind our intentions, I don’t think I would have enjoyed myself as much. After we had finished (both of us virgins so it didn’t take hours) we lay and watched the ocean before sleeping. The best part of the whole experience was waking up side by side, arms around each other beneath blankets naked and knowing that this was how it was meant to be.
Cheesy you say? Well, I couldn’t have asked for better. I guess the cheesiest part is, he said that morning “you are my first, and I want you to be my only”. s down and that statement has been stuck to. We were happily married in 1996, have 2 children and a pet dog. And just for fun, some nights that we have to ourselves, we take a trip down memory lane and turn up to the beach in the combi to relive the night we love so much.