Cory and I spoke, put together a meal. He lit the lantern I had because the electricity was out. We sat at the table ate our meal, and talked.
Cory wanted to use my bathroom, meaning he had to enter my small bedroom. I led him, then sat on my bed, thinking.
When he came out, he came to me, took my hand.
“I guess I should sleep in the other room…” he said, his eyes deep in mine.
I didn’t speak. He put his hand on my face, and softly kissed my lips.
And I thought to myself; “How would I have it then?”
How would I have my first sexual experience? A high pressured wild passion with a man I wanted to impress or please? Or one without pressure or passion, or a need to impress?
I returned his kiss, and let nature take its course.