I swallow the last sip of wine.
“How was your first time?” I ask, sliding the glass onto the table.
He tips his chin up and lifts an eyebrow.
“You mean sex?”
I nod.
“Yeah... Sex, I guess.”
“There wasn’t much of anything else,” he says. “I fooled around with girls in high school, but my very first time was with one of my friends’ sister. She was older than me and had her eyes set on me for some time. One night she was home alone. My friend was supposed to come back from a trip, but he got stuck in another town with his parents. She let me in...”
He pauses.
“In more ways than one...” he says, a grin tugging at his lips. “She crammed everything she knew and wanted into that first night. I was always a fan of crash courses. And boy, did I pick it up fast. There was no emotion between us, only lust. The hormones were raging.”
He laughs.
“On both sides,” he says, amused.
He leans back in his chair and rests his hand on the table, playing with the lighter.
His eyes follow the motion.
“She knew exactly how she wanted to be fucked, and she was quite upfront about it.”
His eyes come to me. Detached.
“I couldn’t be happier. At that time, I thought she was every man’s dream.”
He shifts in his seat and leans forward this time, both elbows resting on the table.
“She wanted me back after that night. We fucked for a few good months before she left for college. I never heard from her again.”
He slips a cigarette between his lips and flicks it with his tongue, leaving it unlit.
“What followed wasn’t much different,” he says around his cigarette.
He lights it and takes a slow drag. Soft smoke rolls through his parted lips.
“Soon, I was the one who called the shots, but I never cared for anything else. I didn’t want complications. Not after I lost my family and my friend and saw my sister broken over his death. The rest... You know it,” he says and then goes quiet.
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SENNA
“What about you?”he asks. Tilting his head back, he tosses me a small smile. “Anything you can talk about?”
I take a long breath.
“My first time was sort of an... accident,” I say, lowering my eyes for a moment. “No emotions were involved, and that’s how I learned not to look for them in a man.”
He gives me a puzzled look.
“You’ve never tried a regular hook-up?”
I shake my head.