The First Time For Everything

I’d been playing pool in the small, cinderblock room that adjoined the gymnasium. Since coming to Grove School almost a year earlier, I’d developed a habit and gotten reasonably good at the game. House rules dictated that the duration of your play depended on winning. If you won, you remained at the table to face the next challenger. The fact that I’d been playing for a couple of hours straight when the announcement came meant that I was on a roll.

Earlier in the day, two of my friends, both named Pete, had gone off campus for a date with two girls that they had recently met in town. They’d rubbed my nose in the fact that they were going on this outing, that they would probably be getting laid, and that, hardy-frickin’-har-har, I wasn’t. This taunting neither crushed not surprised me, it was expected of peers our age, but I sure was envious. I laughed good-naturedly as I said goodbye to the Petes, silently cursing their good fortune. I let it go and walked through the sprinkling rain, back to the gym and played pool.

The P.A. system blasted out that I had a phone call in my dorm, which was straight across the circular grove in the center of the schools’ many buildings (presumably the very grove after which the school was named).

I had no idea who was calling and was surprised to hear Pete V. on the other end of the phone.

“Guess what” Pete said, and I could hear the smile that was almost a laugh, poised and waiting just beyond his question.
“You’re naked.” I said, still out of breath. “You don’t have to rub it in”.
“Well, close, but not yet”, he said, laughing.
“Okay, good luck. What do you want from me?” What could hepossibly want with me?
“There’s an extra girl here.”
“Great. I said don’t rub it in, not stick my face in it, asshole!” Talk about crappy friends…
“No, dummy! There’s one too many girls, and we need you to come out here. She’s uncomfortable and her friends are all nasty about it and we need another guy, get it?” Oh, I got it.
But then I thought about it.
“What’s she look like?” Smart thinking, Kerry.
“You’ll see”, said Pete, with a dangerous hint of slyness in his voice. “Just get out here. I’ll give you directions.”
My heart thumped like a base drum, but I couldn’t help imagining the girl that would be sitting patiently, waiting for me. No doubt, she was a three hundred pound, bonnet-wearing Mormon girl.
“C’mon, Pete, what’s she like? You gotta tell me before I ride all the way out to bumfuck for this.”
Pete didn’t miss a beat. “Listen, is Phil there, cause, I know he’ll come without a goddamn full-scale interrogation.”
“Okay, gimme directions.” And he did.

I borrowed a bike and peddled what must have been twenty miles through a steady drizzle and actually found the house. It was a plain, brick ranch, probably two bedrooms, nothing fancy. The neighborhood was squalid, rural, with wire fencing around many of the houses, barking dogs, a lot of dirt and junk on lawns that should have had less dirt, more grass. Pete S. opened the door, shirt unbuttoned all the way and a big smile. I could hear a TV in the background.

“Hello my friend, Kollmonster” he said, raising his eyebrows. “Welcome to the party”
He stepped back from the door and waved me in. The living room was plain, a modest couch with chairs on either end, one of them a Lay z Boy. A small coffee table in the middle and the TV playing The Price Is Right. Pete V. sat, shirtless on the left side of the couch.

“This is Judy” he said, indicating a brunette with a perm next to him. I said hello as Steve S. came around the left side of the couch and sat down, patting his thighs, an invitation for the girl he introduced to me as Ashley.

“Hi.”, I said to Ashley, as she plopped down onto Petes lap, causing him to wince. I tried to smile at everyone, distractedly looking around, now wondering if this was some kind of joke. Two girls. Two Petes. And me. Damn it.

I heard something behind me and turned around to see the absolute cutest girl I’d seen in the entire time I’d been at Grove walking into the room. I turned back to the couch to make sure that both Petes were with girls and that I could be sure those girls were their dates. And indeed they were. Which I took to mean, through the use of my elaborate deducing facilities, that this other girl, a dead ringer for what in modern terms could accurately be described as Charleze Theron, was mine!

I was speechless, and remained that way for the rest of the afternoon. This, as it turned out, was okay, because much to my delight, my date, Mandy was her name, wasn’t there to talk.

By the time I’d wiped the drool off my mouth, I noticed that Pete V. and Judy had disappeared into the bedroom, door shut, and Pete S and Ashley were wrapped around each other tearing away at each others clothes and sucking frantically at each others faces.

What am supposed to do now? I thought to myself. And what does Mandy expect out of this deal? I wondered. I offered to get us drinks from the kitchen and she said okay and by the time I’d gotten them and brought them back to the living room, Mandy had moved into one of the empty spaces on the couch, an invitation, I deduced, for me to sit next to her. Which I did, handing her a Coke. This is going well, I thought. We spoke about nothing interesting or important. for a time and then Pete V. and his date emerged from the bedroom, both giggling, silly grins from ear to ear. Pete S and Tracey immediately stood and headed for the bedroom and closed the door. I looked at Mandy and a tiny, knowing smile crept across her lips.

It was at that moment that I realized, for the first time, the extent of what was about to happen. And it was paralyzing. I had no idea what to do. To grasp my fear and apprehension fully, one must understand that I had not, up to that day, ever had an orgasm. Hadn’t masturbated. Hadn’t had a wet dream. No porn to date, either. Didn’t comprende what to expect in that whole departamento. Yeah.

And so, it unfolded, like a dream in which the best possible outcome occurs at the exact right time. I leaned toward her and, as naturally as if we’d known each other intimately for years, she kissed me. Her lips were like butter, her skin, as I touched the side of her face as smooth as silk and suddenly, if only momentarily, everything was alright.

And then, sure as the sun rises each morning, the bedroom door opened and it was almost as if someone had shouted “BATTERRR UP!!” and Mandy grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bedroom. I smiled at Pete S. as he and Judy, slid by, slamming the door shut behind us. I found myself instantly thrown back into a state of panic. I literally began to shake. Whether a result of my fear or the searing heat that my body experienced as we proceeded through what followed, I can’t remember.

I took off my shirt as I watched her take off hers. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her perfect breasts stared at me, begging me to undress faster. She smiled seductively as she wriggled out of her jeans. Which revealed tiny, white bikini underwear. Wow, I don’t know if I deserve this, I thought. Yes I do. I deserve this absolutely. I stared at Mandy, the first fully naked woman I had ever seen. This was happiness.

Oh my God, she’s like something out of a movie, I thought, and as I began to think of what lay ahead, I began sweating. I hesitantly pulled my own pants down, wondering what in God’s name I was doing, praying for guidance as she pulled her panties off and slipped effortlessly, like a lovely little imp, between the sheets. Silently cursing my inexperience, I left my underwear on and jumped under the sheets, cold now, frightened of the task ahead and my imminent failure and shame. I rolled over on top of her and kissed her.

And I immediately felt a sensation different from any I’d ever experienced. I was harder than granite (that in itself was a relatively new feeling) and my whole body seemed to swell as I rubbed against her. I reached down and tore my underwear off and got back on top of her. The head of my penis touched the soft hair between her legs and my body started to heat up like a geyser. I reached down and spread her legs apart, feeling totally out of control, as if my body was about to leave me behind and, guiding myself in between her legs, pushed into the moist space I found there. Immediately my body continued to tighten and swell and tingle, and as I moved in and out, only a few precious times, I felt that overwhelmingly incredible feeling, for the very first time, that defies any truly accurate description….

And I exploded. There was no controlling my body as it took its imminent, natural course. Not that I had any idea of how to control such a function. I simply burst like Mt. Vesuvious into her, and there was nothing that could have stopped me.

I was overwhelmed with the physical experience my body had just undergone. I could not have imagined what to expect, I suppose, but if I had, what happened would have exceeded it by miles. It was heaven - only better.

I remember riding my bicycle back to the school and that it was as if I wasn’t even touching the pavement as I rode. I was happy. I was now a man.

I never even got Mandy’s number. We didn’t talk much immediately after the event that day (it was certainly an event for me. No doubt it wasn’t her first experience.) I ran into her one time in New Haven about a year later and she seemed not to recall our encounter, which, I have to admit, hurt. But I got over it.

And so it was, that at Grove School, in my second year, at the age of fifteen, that the fateful convergence of certain friends, magical circumstances and wild coincidence lead me to lose my virginity and experience my first orgasm simultaneously.

You could have knocked me over with a feather.