At the precise moment of our birth, each and every person who has been blessed enough to take just one, single breath of life is given a special gift from the Most High God. It's a gift so special, so sacred, that it can only be given once. It belongs entirely and completely to that individual and the exact moment that gift is given and all the details surrounding that event will be FOREVER remembered by them. Sharing one's virginity, an act symbolic of entry into adulthood, the awakening of one's sexuality, is something that should ONLY be gifted to someone deserving of such an honor, someone who will treat it as the sacred and holy sacrament that it is. Aaron Waters was the man who had been chosen to receive Taisha Dixon's most precious gift and it was an honor and a responsibility he was not going to take lightly.
From the moment he met Taisha, Aaron knew that she was special. There was something about her, something about the way she thought and believed and, just something about how she carried herself that made her vastly different than the other young ladies her age. First and foremost, she had chosen to remain a virgin until the ripe old age of 20. These days, both guys and girls are becoming sexually active in their early teens and by the time most girls are 20, they have seen and experienced all things sexual from A to Z, a few times in fact. Her faith in God was strong, it was the primary reason she had chosen to remain chaste for so long in fact, but it was not a blind, unquestioning faith. Taisha was informed; she possessed a unique ability to separate the myths and oppressive dogma of the church from the joy that can only come from having a personal relationship with the Creator of All. She was also smart enough and savvy enough to understand that sensuality, sexuality, and carnal pleasure were birthrights to all human beings and that our emotional and spiritual health depended upon our connection, our touch, our moments of ecstatic bliss when two bodies are joined together which was a meditation and a communion with God that can only be shared with another human being during the joining of two bodies.
To Aaron, Taisha was a perfect mix of beauty, femininity, intellect, spirituality, and sensuality. She was down-to-earth and grounded but she was cool and sweet as well. The choice to share her most precious gift with him was not a decision that they came to haphazardly or randomly. It was a choice they came to together, based largely on their physical attraction to one another but primarily because of their similar core values, beliefs, and interests. Taisha cared for him deeply and she loved his spirit. She was convinced that he was a good man with the potential to be a great man and that he possessed all the traits and characteristics of a man with whom she could build something really, really astounding. He possessed integrity and honor and she was quite convinced that sharing her virginity with him was the next, most important step to forming an even more important bond that could potentially lead to a deeper, more significant long-term relationship. Very much to her credit, Taisha understood that in order to form a healthy, emotionally-mature, long-term relationship, she knew in her heart and soul that it had to be based on sexual chemistry and compatibility as well as all the other things they already had in common. She was incredibly unique in that she understood that in order for her to fully mature and be ready to handle the responsibility of an adult relationship, to become a REAL woman, not just in age but in spirit and heart as well, that she was going to have to gift her virginity and explore her sensual side.
Taisha was ready. Aaron . . . not so much. They had discussed it time and time again, sharing open, deep communication about what it meant, the ramifications and implications thereof, even down to what form of birth control to use. Aaron wasn't a virgin and he knew that Taisha was going to remember her first time until the end of time. He wanted it to be special for her, to share this experience with her, but the good guy in him was . . . well scared really that he was going to hurt her, emotionally and/or physically; he just wasn't sure he was up for the responsibility of being someone's first. He thought that was for fairy tales and Prince Charming type dudes and he was afraid he wasn't up to the task.
Oddly enough it was Taisha who comforted his fears. She did so by just being an exceptional woman. She listened when he was frustrated with work and wanting something more. She didn't judge him or berate him, she communicated well and she just had a light that emanated from her that seemed to make her glow. She was radiant from the inside out and he didn't want to dirty that. He hadn't quite come to the same level of comfort about sex and sexuality as Taisha had even though he had much more experience. He was an attractive black man with a sexy body in a society that told him he had to be a sexual predator, stalking his victims, using them, throwing them away for the next "piece." He was also raised by a strict, religious family in the church where he was taught that sex was for marriage only and that he was a wretched sinner if he even thought about pleasures of the flesh. With all these messages and influences, sex for Aaron was something that usually just happened and he felt a lot of pleasure in the moment and modicum of guilt afterwards. He wasn't sure he was up to the task of making someone's first time memorable and special but he made the decision in his heart and in his mind that he wanted to share this with Taisha and he was going to do what he needed to do.
Aaron had made plans to "take the trip all the way to heaven" (as he had begun calling it) without Taisha knowing the exact particulars. He didn't like the term losing her virginity because you lose your keys, you lose your mind. Virginity, to Aaron, was not something to be lost or found or stolen; and it certainly was not something to be taken. Luckily for him his best friend Jose was out of town for the weekend and he had left them the keys to his place so they could have no interruptions from roommates or parents. Aaron had taken all the necessary precautions to prepare for the evening. He'd done all the typical stuff, like making reservations for dinner and ensuring the sheets were clean and the apartment tidy but he had also gone to get tested for STDs because he wanted Taisha to feel safe and secure in his arms in every way possible.
Taisha had had a terrible week, an absolutely dreadful, awful, horrible week at work and she was looking forward to getting away and enjoying some time alone with Aaron. He told her he would pick her up Friday night at 7 pm sharp for their date. When he arrived, she looked like an African Goddess. She was wearing a cinnamon colored skirt that hung low on her hips and a v-neck t-shirt that fit close enough to show off all her assets but wasn't at all vulgar. Aaron couldn't take his eyes off her lips. They seemed so sensuous and full and shimmery with her lip gloss shining.
"Hey, where are we going?" Taisha inquired, as they drove through a neighborhood that seems a little more gentrified than they were accustomed to frequenting.
"It's a place called Bastianelli's. I read the reviews for it in the paper and it's supposed to be really nice. I got a little side hustle going doing some house painting and I put a little money away for a special occasion and I thought I would treat you to a really nice dinner."
