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First Time
“I offer myself to you as a self indulgent moth, who
has very little fear of the flame--so burn me.”
--Kamand Kojouri.
We’ve all had the “first time”, when virginity is
sacrificed on the alter of lust; given urgently and
willingly.
It was 1960. I was 15, a sophomore in high school.
Cheryl was in my Creative Writing Class. She liked
me, and admired my writing. One day, she asked me
to walk her home. I was pretty excited. Cheryl was
known as an “easy girl”. She was a buxom, plump
brunette. Her parent were divorced. Her mother
worked nights.
Ten minutes after getting to her house, while sitting
on the couch, she began to disrobe. We didn’t talk.
She guessed I was a virgin. The intercourse lasted
five minutes. As I skipped home, I thought, “when
it is over, said and done...it was a time, and there
never was enough of it.” Six decades later, as my
testosterone ebbs, the memory of Cheryl sweetens.
Glenn Buttkus
Prosery @144 words
Posted over at d'Verse Poets Pub
I'm not sure if I want to know if this is true or not, but it made me laugh. And that image is perfect.
ReplyDeleteI'd kind of like to hear Cheryl's side of things though, especially the part about her being known as an "easy girl," while of course the boys are just boys.
Im smiling. Good for you and Cheryl i hope she hold to the good memories too.
ReplyDeleteHappy Monday
Much💝love
First times are indeed unforgettable 😃 I have had many romantic endeavors though never leading up to the point of intercourse. I am old fashioned that way! Love how you have worked the line from Allison Adelle Hedge Coke's poem!💝
ReplyDeleteNever seem to get enough time for the old In-out. And still — FUCK TRUMP! :)
ReplyDeleteThis five-minute-man made me smile! How sweet it is/was and your right there is never enough time.
ReplyDeleteSomething tells me five minutes was a high-end estimate. ;)
ReplyDeleteGotta love that first time memory!
ReplyDeleteI don't think we ever forget that first time.
ReplyDeleteYou are lucky to have a sweet memory of this event. (K)
ReplyDeleteOh.. this is so sweet. I wonder what Cheryl would say today... where you one of many or maybe the love of her life.
ReplyDeleteAh, Cheryl. I wonder what life was like for you?
ReplyDeleteA different mood from you, Glenn. No politics? I see Rob did it for you! ;)
I love the vintage image and the sixties feel of the story, Glenn. I don’t think teenagers agonise as much about their ‘first time’ anymore, or that girls are referred to as ‘easy’. I like that you met in Creative Writing Class. But surely she deserved more than five minutes?
ReplyDeleteHaha love this! Thought I suspect the existence of Cheryl, you've weaved this with such details I really feel she existed.
ReplyDeleteCheryl was 'easy' was she? You're lucky she wasn't stupid too, but then, that was never the boy's problem, was it?
ReplyDeleteI'm sitting here, trying to think of what to say. Nope, still drawing a blank. Although apparently you didn't....
ReplyDeleteIt was 1960 for me .... I was a college freshman .... he would be my husband for 22 years. I love this, of course!
ReplyDeleteLove this! And I think there's something to be said about 'easy girls'.
ReplyDeleteThis reminded me of a comedian who had a routine about his football team and "easy old Alice". Like everyone, I'd love to hear Cheryl's side of the story, but I certainly enjoyed yours!
ReplyDeleteThe first time is not always a memorable time. Always a lesson and purpose in everything. Creative use of the prompt.
ReplyDeleteTrue or not, a memory fit to the time and place. Well done. I enjoyed reading it.
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