“The First Time”
My name is Mark, and I still remember that night as if it happened yesterday. I wasn’t nervous at first — just curious, unsure, and excited about what it meant to finally cross that invisible line between youth and adulthood. The room was quiet except for our laughter, a little awkward, a little scared, but real.
What I remember most wasn’t the act itself, but the feeling of trust — how two people can look at each other and silently agree to share something they’ve never shared before. I realized that intimacy isn’t about perfection or confidence. It’s about connection.
Afterward, we just lay there, talking about everything and nothing. I felt calm, lighter somehow. The world outside seemed to slow down, and for the first time, I understood that growing up isn’t about age — it’s about moments like this, when your heart finally learns what closeness truly means.
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Good read. Did you ever have sex with him again?