My First Time

 Every woman remembers her first time. At least, I hope. I didn't include men because they are irrelevant in this blog. Had an interesting conversation with my colleagues and thought this would be a good writing prompt. What led me to having sex was my friends. I felt they had done it; so I wanted and felt the need to do it.  One friend in particular seemed to need it. Looking back I think she was a nymphomaniac and to this day I don't know but I imagine she still a lil freak. Anyway it was mad drama surrounding my first time. I'm really not sure if I want to write about it but I will. So one of my friends was liking this guy. He was a senior football player. She was gone for the summer. I don't recall giving him my number but he starting calling me. I didn't know it back then but he was preying on me. So to be getting attention from a senior was huge for a "rudy-poot" like me. In-coming freshman. I don't know how long we talked but I eventually allowed him to come pick me up. He had his own car so of course I still felt like I'm winning big time. Another friend of mine was spending the night with me but she was already with her guy. He just graduated and he had a girlfriend. She was in love and never denied him. We were just having fun. Talking to boys and hanging out late. When dude picked me up we went to his house. I didn't want to go in because his mom was home. I really don't remember all the in between but we did have sex right there in the car.  Crazy cause in my mind going in the house to have sex on a bed was out of the question. His mom was home. It was late though. I cant tell you what it was like cause I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't know what it was supposed to be like. I didn't feel anything. I couldn't be 100% we even had sex. I don't remember anything after that. I wasn't pressed because he was supposed to be talking to my friend and he had a girlfriend. I never dealt with him again. His girlfriend found out somehow. We had a little altercation in Wal-Mart. I didn't even like him like that. Why you mad at me? I liked someone else. Drama for nothing but I guess she thought she did something.  I really didn't want to go into 9th grade "deflowered". I felt like I was the last of my friends. I had many of opportunities with my 8th grade boyfriend but with him he didn't press me. He may have been just as scared as I was. I think if he did I would have. We broke up before school ended my 8th grade year.  Looking back he should have been my first. He loved me. I was too young and dumb to realize it. Eventually we did have sex but I still was too fast for him. He was/is a good dude. We've talked from time to time over the years but never got that connection back. I thought it was so cute when he told me, "he loved himself some Nay". My coming of age years were so fun. Just like out of a movie. I was boy crazy, always has been. Always had a crush on somebody. Now, I'm just ready to settle down with one person. I don't think I want to get married. I used to want that but not so much now. I want to trust my hear to someone like that but too scared. Men get bored really quick. Junior taught me a huge lesson.