Tiffany's First

We lay there for the longest time until the sunrise reminded us that everyone would be getting up soon. He got up and slipped on his pyjama pants. "We can't tell anyone about this, Tiffany." He leaned down to kiss me.

"I know Matt. Was I okay?"

"You were wonderful, Honey." He turned to leave.

"I love you, Matthew." He stopped dead at the door.

"I love you too, Tiffany." He opened the door and left.

- Conclusion -

We never spoke of that day for the longest time. He was my first true, passionate love. I spent many nights dreaming about that first time. I thought of his touch, his kiss, and his body. I compared every lover that came after to him. Few measured to the same excellence. I suppose you're wondering about Matt. Did we ever relive our passion? Was he being honest when he said he loved me? Was I too young to know I loved him? And perhaps you're wondering about my other lovers. Well, all will be told. But I will tell those stories at another time.