I obviously had no idea what I was doing, so I laid down and she got on top of me. My heart was pounding as she fed me inside her that first time. She leaned in to kiss me and then slowly started sliding up and down. My hands were on her hips and I would thrust into her as she came down on me.

I was overwhelmed by the feeling. It was so foreign yet was exactly as I expected it to be. The last 19 years were all pent up, and with the anticipation so high, I naturally didn’t last much more than a couple minutes. Stacy wasn’t on birth control and we weren’t using a condom, so when I couldn’t hold back anymore I pulled out and came on my stomach.

Huge smiles on our faces. I remember my face being completely numb from breathing so hard. Ho-ly shit.

Luckily (for both of us) I was ready for more.

With her still on top, I slid back in and lasted longer. 10, 15, 20 minutes. Something like that. And then I pulled out and came again. I had no idea it was possible for me to do that, 20 minutes apart like that.

She collapsed into my arms and we just laid there and kissed and told each other we loved each other over and over.

I eventually went to the bathroom to clean up, and I just remember looking in the mirror like, “You just had sex. YOU… just had sex.” I just had sex.