Where it happened: Hotel Room
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 1
Category: Straight
I was 17; it was early afternoon New Years Eve. I heard my brother answer the phone and deep inside me I knew it was his best friend who had moved away the year before. I had been madly in love with him the moment I first laid eyes on him when I was 13. For years he flirted with me and my heart would melt every time he was near. He was so beautiful. He was always respectful and only 2 times during those years attempted to kiss me. I felt this odd connection to him. I could always feel his presence. I would feel something flutter in my stomach and sure enough he was just pulling up out front in our driveway or docking his boat in our backyard. I listened to my brother’s end of the conversation for a few minutes and then heard him say, “Uh yeah, she’s here….what do you want to talk to her for? Hang on. Noelle! Phone…for you!” My heart was doing flip flops. I tried to play dumb like I didn’t know who was on the other end as my brother gave me a look, handed me the phone and walked away. I heard Marc’s voice and understood that he was inviting me to a party with him but it all felt surreal. MARC was asking me out!!! I was beside myself. Later that afternoon as I was getting ready (truthfully I started as soon as I hung up the phone) I was blow drying my hair in the bathroom. Bent at the waist with my head down, blowing the back of my hair, I stood back up and flipped my hair back and there he was standing in the doorway watching me. He smiled and said, “Don’t ever cut your hair. I just came by to say hi real quick and I will be back later to pick you up.” I was stunned. He looked so fabulous standing there and then he was gone. It took me a few minutes to realize I hadn’t hallucinated the vision of him there. Later that night after he picked me up we were driving down the street and he asks me what I would like to do. I could tell he was avoiding going directly to the party. I took a huge breath and mustered up all my courage to confess to him that although I had done a lot of dating I was still a virgin because I had been saving myself for him. His smile lit up his face. He asked if I was sure then asked me when. I replied now. We went to his hotel room where he was staying for the weekend. Surprisingly I was not nervous at all. He was so tender and sweet and took his time with me. I had no idea what I was doing and barely remember any of it but the sensation of floating. All I know is that even 23 years later and countless mind blowing sexual experiences, that first time will always be my most treasured. I saw him briefly one more time before he went back to Denver. A year later he called to say he was moving back to my home town and wanted to ask my father his permission to date me. He died in an airplane crash a few days later. My dearest Marc, I am so blessed that you were my first. I will love you always.
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