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One fine day
The first time I did it

By Fatemeh Parsa
November 17, 2003
The Iranian

Every girl has a beautiful fantasy about the first time she is going to sleep with someone and not just somebody but the man of her dreams. I was one of those girls, imagining a beautiful night, feeling love in every inch of my body, roses everywhere, romantic music, a nice breeze on my skin and having the man of my dreams in my arms.

Well that was only a fantasy because when it came true it wasn't what I had always dreamed of. There was no music, no roses and it wasn't even at night. Can you believe it?!

I was at his place. Like always we were talking about our daily routine. He came closer and start rubbing my shoulders. I got a little bit nervous but I didn't do anything, then he kissed my neck. At that point I knew something was different about him.

Suddenly I got very nervous, didn't know what to do or what to say. My mind froze and didn't work at all. I've dreamed of this for a very long time, I thought, so I decided to play along. Of course I wasn't quite sure what I'm supposed to do but I was going to do my best and be creative as possible.

I was reviewing all the romantic movies I had seen, but it was too late. I couldn't concentrate any more. It kind of bugged me to see him so confident while I was so nervous and had no clue what I was going through.

Besides being nervous I had lots of other feelings too. I felt embarrassed, shy and afraid at the same time. Embarrassed and shy because I had to take off all of my clothes and he would see me naked but most of all I was afraid that he would see the real me with all my good and bad qualities and didn't like me as much as he did a minute ago.

My body was trembling and shaking every time I felt his fingertips on my skin and I had no control of that. He told me to be calm and kissed me slowly. It didn't take long before those feelings went away. I don't know why, but suddenly I felt safe in his arms and surrendered. What a fine day!

It's been 6 months since that day. Now every once in a while I miss his touch and think about those beautiful moments. Although there was no music or roses, it was the most romantic and magical moment of my life. So I want to thank him. Even if I never marry him I know I lost a piece of my heart to him and I'm very glad.

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