“Tell me about your first time?” Somehow, I knew this question was coming. I knew that he was resentful, I knew he hated Beck and I know that every man wishes that he was the first lover. Well, at least some do. He has hinted at it a few times and every single time I dreaded that he’d dropped the bomb. Trying to find the right words for it was going to be difficult. “It was ok.” “Just ok?” “Yeah…I mean it hurt a lot but he was extra patient.” A brick building was pushing through my vagina, that’s what I felt like, it didn’t matter how slow he went or how much he tried to soothe it with sweet words and soft kisses. It hurt. “I almost made him pull out but he assured me everything was going good and that the pain was going to stop.” He’s not looking at me, not directly, his eyes are down to the invisible patterns his index finger keeps tracing over my ribcage. After a night of loving we cuddled and talked about anything but sex until his