So there I was in a generic gay bar, chatting up a generic baby dyke, using generic pick-up-lines. She asked me back to hers – usually I don’t go home with them – but long ago I came to the conclusion that no one really wants their first time to be in a toilet stall (whether they want a “memorable” first time or not). I know I didn’t want mine to be, granted a barn isn’t much better. So I agreed to go back to hers. I wanted to fuck the innocence out of her.

In the taxi on the way to her place she was nervously giggling in my ear as I continued to “charm” her. Even though I didn’t need to be charming anymore, we were going to fuck and that was that.

We arrived in front of a medium sized house and proceeded to make our way towards the front door. My mind was going into overdrive trying to figure the girl out – I guessed that she still lived with her parents. She must have still been in school. Excitedly she dragged me up to her room and shut the door heavily behind us. Her room was that of a typical high school student – pictures of friends, posters, the odd trophy and schoolbooks (both exercise and text) piled up on a desk.

I asked her how old she was, and she started to shift uncomfortably as she stared at her shoes, a muttered “seventeen” reached my ears. I looked her up and down and unconsciously started to compare myself to her. We were about the same height, I was her age when I had my proverbial cherry popped, well my lesbian cherry, and from what I could gather earlier on she was nervous about coming out, although she was certain about her sexuality. I guess a lot of people have that in common especially at her age. I internally shook my head; I didn’t need to be thinking. I needed to be fucking.

I sat down on her bed and patted the space next to me. She chewed on her lower lip for a moment before sitting down on the spot I had been tapping. I gave her an encouraging smile as once more that night I kissed her. She tasted like vanilla and root beer. She wanted to go slow – that was obvious from her kiss. Unfortunately for her, I didn’t.