Ah! I don’t know where to start! Ok, well, this is going to sound like a mix between a cheesy romance and a most embarrassing moment story from a teen magazine. I met Juan in grade eight. It was incredible – a tall, dark, Mexican boy strolled into my small town. Like, really, really, small town – I was the only girl his age (fifteen). I can still remember the first time he held my hand, the first time we kissed, the first time he said “I love you”…sigh Life was wonderful. Anyway, Juan and I started talking about sex after we started high school, but we didn’t really decide anything. I decided to go on birth control without really telling him. One afternoon we were alone in his house watching tv/making out when I asked him if he wanted to have sex. He was totally shocked. He thought I was joking until I showed him the birth control pills. Then, all of a sudden, he got this excited look on his face, like I had given him an amazing present. I wish I had taken a picture of his face at that moment. We started kissing again, but with an intensity I’d never felt before. Then he scooped me up and carried me into his bedroom loudly singing a Spanish song I didn’t know. It was so funny. Juan had never carried me before and he had never sung to me before. It was like I unleashed some hidden part of his personnality. He laid me on his bed and we struggled with our clothes for a few minutes. We had just come from a soccer game (we were on the same team) so we were both still in our uniforms. I guess he was worried about getting off my bra, because when he saw I was wearing a sports bra he actually said, “woo-hoo” and pulled it off over my head. After we were both naked we looked at each other for a minute. Just looked. That will always be one of my favorite moments in life: staring at that beautiful, naked boy. The first (and only) boy I’ve ever seen naked. He was staring at me, and the grin on his face made me feel only the tiniest bit embarrassed. I wasn’t at all nervous, just happy to be there, in that moment, with Juan. He laid down on top of me and we kissed and felt each other a bit. It doesn’t take a whole lot to get me going, so I was very wet and he knew it. Finally, he guided himself inside me. I told him to go slow, and I think he thought he was hurting me, but it really didn’t hurt at all, it was just an incredibly weird sensation. It was like stretching muscles I’d never used. I was pretty sore the next day. Anyway, our first time only lasted a few minutes, and I didn’t have and orgasm or anything, but it felt pretty good (after a few months we perfected all that technical stuff). We laid there together for a long time, smiling, kissing, giggling. When we finally looked at the clock, he realized his mother would be home from work any minute. I quickly dressed and got my things, not wanting his mother to walk in on us. I’d promised my dad I’d be home for dinner, so I kissed Juan good-bye and walked the short distance home. I said hi to my dad, and was about to go into my room to change out of my soccer uniform when my dad asked “So how was your game, Juan?” I was totally puzzled for a until I realized, to my horror, that I had put on the wrong jersey! It was the most mortifying moment of my life. I thought dad was going to grill me about what had happened, but, suprisingly, he just laughed and shook his head. The he turned his back I phone Juan, and gasped when his mother picked up. It turned out everything was alright though, he hadn’t put “his” jersey back on. We exchanged jerseys the next day without anyone knowing. Even now, when I come back from Juan’s house he asks if the clothes I’m wearing are mine. I always say yes, even when they’re not 🙂
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