This is less of a story, and more of a remembrance of something past. If you are going to pan it, do so for writing style and not content. This one is more for me than the audience. Thank you.
I remember the first time we made love. We had discussed it, and mulled over if we were ready, and when we finally looked at each other and saw the spark in the other's eyes, we knew it was time. Buying condoms was an interesting little task, since we were both a bit shy, but we knew it was worth it. We barely spoke the whole way back to your apartment... we were nervous, but excited. We got upstairs, washed up a little bit. I was nearly shaking. You knew why. I'd had sex one time before, and it had turned out to be a complete disaster on all possible levels. I was so scared of repeating, but I knew that even if that mess happened again, it was you this time. We would be fine.
We must have clocked a record low on foreplay time. So eager, we were. We had been having oral sex for months, so we knew each other's bodies. Only the one thing remained for us to do. After only a few minutes of kissing, fondling, and licking each other, we were ready.
I unrolled the first condom wrong. I did that because I was looking at your waiting body, with your deep brown skin soaking up the lamplight, and your nipples at attention. They looked like chocolate candies. Your pussy, wet and exposed to me, so perfect.