I'm Spending A Lot Of Time Dreaming Of My First Love Affair

It was my first year at 'school'. A boarding school for girls in Switzerland. Like me, most all the girls were daughters of expats posted where schools were poor. Where my father was posted schools went to the sixth grade. My roomie was also a first year student.

Our school had two girl rooms, with communal bathrooms and showers. We walked in robes and shower shoes, with our personal soap and shampoo. She dropped her robe, totally nude, except for her shower shoes. I dropped my robe, she looked at me, and I looked at her. Flowering girls, tits and pubes. I watched her shower. I was in love, but didn't know it yet.

We were, how do you say it politely, nasty girls. Naked, kissing, touching. We kissed our down there lips, and slept together. No one was the wiser. Not at home, not at school. We were called the shadow girls, we were inseparable.

For these many years, I've been in and out of relationships. Some came out of nowhere, one took a long time to develop. It ended slowly, one day at a time. Time to move on. I rebounded to a man, and ran away with him. The further away the better, the faster the better.

I've been thinking a lot about my first love, in school in Switzerland. It's that feeling I long for. It really isn't something I think he can understand.