Paul

Excerpt from Cynic by L.C. Young

When it comes to having sex, the actual act is so unpredictable. Losing my virginity wasn't how I expected it to be or maybe it was, just a bit. Like for example it wasn't a two-minute "in and out" experience. It was more like twenty or thirty minutes.

We were in my room listening to some CD's like we usually did and it was late afternoon. Our little make out session turned into his clothes off and me naked, except for my bra. He used a condom of course (I'm not crazy) and as far as the pain that everyone talks about it wasn't that bad. I mean all I can compare to is if you scrape your knee. It's not bloody pain, but more like an annoying achy pain that slowly fades away. Thats how Paul felt and I almost told him to stop.

I mean I probably  wasn't all that aroused, because it was spur of the moment. I didn't have a blow your mind orgasm like the ones on TV and we were both pretty quiet except for a soft sigh here and there, but towards the end it was pretty nice. We both fell asleep and I think I woke up to the rest of the crew moving about in the apartment.

Paul was gone, but left me a note saying he would call me later. I think I went into the kitchen and got a glass and a bottle of merlot. Amanda said that Paul had left fifteen minutes before I woke up and then there was some quiet snickering. I ignored them and went out onto the deck and I think I chilled there until the sun was beginning to rise.

I don't remember if I cried or not. I finished the bottle and I think I cried, but I don't remember why. I didn't regret what I did though.