A post from Jean; originally published 8/23 on “Pondering” (see Jean’s site)
Y’all do check out her web site as well as NAD, don’t you?

There is only one first time.

Mine was in college when I was 21.

It began at a frat party. No doubt drinking was involved.
Back then I was an even cheaper drunk than I am now.
One bottle of Stroh’s got me a nice buzz. Second bottle
got me drunk-ish. If there was a third bottle, I needed help
getting back to my dorm room to find the bathroom.
‘Cuz I was gonna puke.

aaanyway…lots of the details are missing from memory but
here is the gist:

Somehow, he and I ended up at his apartment off-campus.
Foreplay? What’s that?
I don’t remember clothes coming off but they did, somehow.
I honestly had no idea what was going to happen.

It happened quickly. It was disappointing because the only thing
I felt was a sharp pain. Cherry popped.
When he was done he said, “You are taking the pill, right?”
When I stuttered, “uh, no.” His eyes got very large and he said,
“I’ll walk you back to your dorm.”
I had trouble keeping up because he was walking so fast.
I never saw him again.

The next “encounter” I had was much nicer. That man knew what
he was doing and helped me learn the right way. Believe it or not,
the nice man and I are still friends 50+ years later.

To Storm Murray, if you’re still out there, I hope you got better with practice.

I know I did.