It had been 2 months since February, and my new interest was spending the night with me before we went to Calgary the following morning. She had been pushing me to do it for almost a week, so I decided “This is the night I have to do it, I gotta kiss her”. My heart was set, but my mind didn’t seem as convinced. We were alone in my condominium for nearly 3 hours before I finally cornered her against the fridge and kissed her. It was purely magical. It was a magic bullet that killed all my pain. The night was the best medicine I could have asked for.
The next morning we left for Calgary. A good friend of mine from my high school years was making a weekend trip and we decided to jump in with him. Her and I held hands most of the trip, it was like being in an elementary school romance. I stole a kiss at every opportunity, she’d be sitting in the back seat massaging my neck or just caressing the back of my head. I was elated, I was aglow and I felt like I was on top of the world.
Our time in Calgary was rather uneventful. She stayed with me in my parents’ basement (In a separate room, of course). We toured the city, I showed her some of the places from my youth and we enjoyed each other. Young and in love, though at that time we didn’t know it.
Even though we didn’t know it, it was apparent. We spent all our available time together, including an evening of pool with my best friend in Calgary. Women around me are well known for dirty tricks, and my best friend decided to help her odds by wrapping my girlfriend in a passionate embrace and engaging in a game of tonsil hockey. I was trying to make the winning shot of a “Boys vs Girls” pool match; needless to say my concentration was thrown.
When we woke up the next morning she remarked about my best friend’s forwardness, and how she really did enjoy the experience. I shrugged it off we carried on with our event filled day. A day of sightseeing in downtown Calgary, snuggling by the river, capped off with a nice dinner. Even though we were in my parents’ basement and separate rooms, it didn’t stop us from our first experimentation.
Late at night I crept the 10 feet to her bedroom, slowly opened the creaky door and found her waiting. The moment our eyes met the passion began to flow. Her beauty and radiance overtook me as I crawled up beside her on the bed. Much to my chagrin, the bed squeaked violently with every movement. I was afraid that we would be unable to truly enjoy each other’s company that night or far worse, have one of my parents walk in on us. All fears aside, we continued, and with great difficulty relocated most of the bedding to the floor. The movement of our bodies together generated a warmth that radiated throughout the whole room, the passion was more intense than anything I’d ever felt. The night was pure bliss.
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