In the Moment

IN THE MOMENTByCedric Robertson

In the moment of passion I kissed her. A warm sensation engulfed me as I touched her body; my hands searching for every soft spot they could find. Hesitant at first, she too touched me arching her neck to find a more comfortable kissing position. It was our first time. We were like kids in a candy store. All that we could get our hands on, we did. A lavender candle scented her well lit bedroom. The pleasantries, the fulfilling excitement, the overwhelming ecstasy propelled us into a deep desire for more. The taste of her rose flavored lips, the smell of her sweet perfume, the proportions of her body lured me deeper and deeper into a state of longing; a longing to enter in.
I paused to look into her eyes. She looked at me. Her eyes half open and alluring, she unbuckled my belt. I peeled off my T-shirt. Sweat ran down my back. She fumbled to loosen my pants. I reached down and pulled her tank top, damp with perspiration, from inside her skirt. She sat up allowing me to pull the tank top over her head then kissed me. Our lips stayed tightly joined as she rolled me over onto my back. My heart beat as if it wanted to leave my chest. Sitting on me she freed her breasts from her bra. They were beautiful. Her shinny long black hair draped over me as she kissed me again, kissing my lips then my neck and then my chest. I was eager for what would happen next.
She pulled my pants and briefs down to my ankles. I felt a little ashamed as I had never done this before. She smiled a half smile as if she too were nervous then asked, “Are you ready?” I gave a positive nod then closed my eyes. Guys these days have their first at fifteen, I was twenty one. She was eighteen.
I waited for the moment of contact with great anticipation. I could feel her preparing herself, finding the best position she could atop me. My lips got dry and I don’t remember breathing. I wondered how it would feel. Would it hurt? Would I be disgusted? Would I enjoy it? Then I wondered how she would feel. Would I be pleasing to her? Would I do the right things? Would I gross her out?
Then, it happened. It wasn’t good. It wasn’t good for either of us. We felt terrible. I wanted to die. She rolled off of me as quickly as she could and covered herself. I was humiliated. The feelings we shared were quickly chased away when her bedroom door opened and we were caught in the moment by her father who stood like a drill sergeant beet red and out for blood. My first would have to come another day.

In the Moment

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