I went away to work by the sea side for the summer after my first year at university. I managed to keep the fact that I was a virgin to a minimal low all season and despite not sleeping with anyone no one was any the wiser.
His name was “Matt” and he worked as bartender in the small town I was staying in. Despit that all the other girls in town seemed to gush over him I saw nothing special. Sure he seemed interesting he was a juggling body contionist covered in tattoes and always risking his life one way or another; he was not even close to my type.
The girls and I decided that Sunday to have a few beer at the bar he worked at as we usually did. Matt was just finishing his shift as we arrived and sat down to join us. We had been flirting the past few weeks but nothing serious when suddenly one by one my friends were leaving the hotel bar. Matt and I decided to walk down the street to watch a band that was playing at the only other bar in town, I don’t remember if the band was good only being to concentrated on his hand on my upper thigh. He was wearing ripped jeans and I slipped my hand into the hole by the knee to touch his skin. We moved closer and our hands got more courageous until he finally asked if I’d like to leave.
It was almost a race to his bedroom and as the door closed behind us not a word was needed to be said. Soon our clothes were on the floor and we tangled together inside his bed. This far was nothing new to me and I was becoming quite the expert, there however was no question in my mind that I wanted to press it further this time.
It didn’t hurt, it felt weird, good, uncomfortable but mostly it intrigued me. He came, asked me if I wanted a joint I said no so he smoked up by himself. He put his arm around as I fell asleep my naked body against his: sweaty, tired and satisfied.
I woke up at 6 am the next morning and quietly gatherd my things before leaving unnoticed out the door.
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