A Few “First Time” Moments

My first place was with a cousin I called auntie, given that she was older than my mom...but we split the bills evenly, so I totally considered it my place too. I stayed out late for once in my life, just after graduating high school and she took my keys which resulted in me almost getting raped by someone I'd been attacked by before because I couldn't get into the house after school. I was not having that.

On my second place....it was cool, for a while. At the time I wasn't in touch with my bisexuality talk less of anything else although I was in the gayest environment there is...the YMCA. Lol. No one bothered me or probably even suspected me. I was the ultimate good girl, even if I dressed on the tom boyish side. I generally wore shorts that reached my knees or jeans and t shirts, but nothing big, it had to fit just right. I made friends with everyone there including a bi female co worker we'll call Fred. She was a sweetheart on some levels. Everyone knew she had a open crush on a married female counselor there and her son. It was cute to watch. Anyway, upon telling her about the situation with my aunt, she insisted I share a place with her since she was looking for another roommate anyway. I took her up on it. It was new and freeing.
I didn't have any furniture, so I slept on a folded up thick comforter and bought a 30 gallon sized rubber maid container to keep my clothes and things in. Kept my meals simple, and was so thankful there was a Walmart right across the street, literally. We faced the back of it on a small side street.

My love interest at the time was Big Head whom I started dating in my senior year. We made the cutest couple and the chemistry was unbeatable. I call him Big Head for two reasons, he literally had a big head (not overly so, he was very handsome) and well...he loved to give head. He had lovely bow shaped lips, directly from his mom. We were each other's first everything but kiss, although we waited until a year into our relationship to do the deed and it happened rather blithely. Neither of us felt a thing, so it was the first and last time we had intercourse. I was 19 then. My first time on a plane was flying to see him graduate from boot camp, and first time experiencing anything like snow... it was cold as hell in Illy. He was part of the problem with Fred I later found out.

More Later….