I hope you guys are still with me as we finalize the retro teen sex talk look into my past...
Home Run: Scoring a home run basically means to go all the way, which I'm sure you all know. Well, at least I hope you know.
My First "Home Run" Experience: It's very awkward to write about. I thought I would be cool sharing it, but I'm actually really quite shy, nervously wondering who will see this. Anyway, my first experience was very special in that my high school boyfriend, "J" and I waited six months to take the plunge. We were both terrified. I was about to visit my relatives in Florida for Christmas vacation and we decided to exchange holiday gifts and go all the way before I left Long Island.
When: December 18, 1989
With Whom & How: "J" my high school boyfriend and I had been messing around for a while, and according to a diary entry from around that time, "We've done everything now, there's only one thing left to do." It gets better, the entry for the actual act of home run reads, "Last night J and I finally went all the way WITHOUT our underclothes on (what is this 1943? who says "underclothes"?). Actually, we did leave our clothes on sort of. I had a skirt on with nothing underneath, so... we used a "c" word of course. It was awful. It was really uncomfortable."
Yeah, sex sucked. It was good to just get it out of the way before heading off to college though I guess. I'm glad my first time was with my high school boyfriend and not some stupid one-night stand. There wasn't a lot of pressure and if there was it was between us, our uncertainty and fears of accidents and whatnot. I loved "J" very much. He often said, "you will never meet another guy who will ever treat you as good as I treat you." and sadly he was very right.
We were together a total of about three years. Things got rocky when I went away to college in New England. He was a year younger than me and still in high school. In a sick way, I'm secretly glad he's gay. Why? Because I can't look back and wonder what could have been. He has left me with very little room for regret.
