My First Love And My Only Love
I grew up in what I would call a typical midwest, middleclass, public high school, 10 year old car when I turned 16 home. I did well in school, all the women in my family do well, it's a thing with us. I got a scholarship, arranged by our church to go to a Christian college, lots of nurses and teachers. Sorry very few guys, and they are all limp wristed. Even the ones who pursue the ministry,
At college I was roomed with Claire. She also came from a midwest, middleclass, public high school, no car when she turned 16 background. The first thing, first thing when we met and shook hands in our dorm room, first thing before anything else, our eyes met and we didn't look away for five minutes. The connection was immediate. When we broke the moment I eyed her up, her face, her hair, down to her boobs, her waist, her hips, between her hips, down her legs. I took it all in, slowly and deliberately and then back to her face and her eyes.
The first words out of my mouth to her were 'do you mind seeing me naked'. It was because we were in this very small room with two very small beds and two very small desks. She said no, she had sisters. I said so do I but we aren't sisters, In this room we are going to see each other naked, I don't want to have to be covering myself all the time. She said it was expected and no she didn't have a problem if I was naked. "How about you?" She said she would work on it. I said "How about now" let's get it over with and I stripped down to my bare feet and let her take it all in, my face, my hair, my shoulders, my boobs, my tummy, my hips, between my hips, my thighs before she looked back at my eyes.
"Now you", she took off her clothes, very slowly, looking at me with each piece she took off, not taking off her bra until she was in her bra and panties, and after her panties came off she covered her boobs with her arm and covered her pubes with her hand. "Show me everything, everything" I'm not going to live here with you and fall in love with you and you don't let me see.
We fell in love that day, she did show me everything, then we got dressed and we went over our first semester classes, went over the campus map and I asked her if she wanted the wall or the outside, we turned her bed on its side, we made my bed and we kissed to seal the deal (my father owned a used car dealership).
We didn't make love, not till much later, we were like to caged animals being fed for the first time. It was awful, terrible, the stuff we did those first few weeks. We were both embarrassed with each other, kissing certain anatomical parts where the sun don't shine embarrasses you afterwards, but it had to be done. That's the way I see it. It has to be done, no stone left unturned.
Of course our parents didn't send us to college to discover that what we wanted was to fall in love with our first semester roommate. But 'they' put you together, we don't choose. The powers of the school did that, their computer paired us, so it's their fault. We may have just as easily ended up being cheerleaders and dating jocks (but not from our college all the boys had limp wrists). But fate intervened, fate put us together, and fate pushed us to want each other, to fall in love with each other, to cross the great divide between a high school kid and a college woman. The good news is we didn't get pregnant.
She doesn't cover up to undress, but the truth be told we are both naturally modest and once the hormone charge settled down we went back to being normal. Sure I love to see her naked, and I love to get naked for her. But we are an old married couple, we go to bed in pajamas and sleep side by side, from time to time, we cop a feel, grab a little ass. We make love, in the real sense, make love. At 18 with your first discovery, your first hormone rush, your first God I can't believe I'm doing this, your first touch and first kiss you don't make love. You consume each other, love has to wait.
