It happened. I didn’t think it ever would but sometimes things happen in unexpected ways and you just go with it.
I took a man’s virginity. He was 20. Not a boy but someone who was mature and knew what he wanted. If he had told me ahead of time, I would have rejected the idea. In conversation, he mentioned he was a virgin and he wanted me to to take it. A simple and compelling proposition.
This opens me up to your judgement. I realize that. However, I wanted to share it with you because of what I learned from it.
Upon reflection, maybe I was the nervous one. Was I expecting fireworks and a marching band when it was over? I took him in my arms and guided him gently into the shallow end of foreplay. I was conscientious in my efforts to make him feel comfortable and secure in my embrace. He responded in kind.
Sex is sex. Its easy and doesn’t require a diploma. Intimacy is another thing. The connection of two people, not just bodies that are invested in the moment and the ones that follow. A seizure of the mind that prepares the body to remain open and alert to a new language.
It helped that I happened to have his favorite band, Metallica, on my phone, playing on repeat.
Post-coital, we lay there and he talked about his plans of deployment and what he was was looking forward to the most about being on what is essentially, a floating city. As he relaxed into me, the need for an encore seemed less of a priority.
It was the graduation of intimacy and connection for this young man.
Music mood: Metallica “master of puppets”
Mrs. Robinson xo