Early November, Adel called me from Paris. He was going to be in the state for a week, he wanted to know if I wanted to come to his apartment this time. This time meant one thing. I was going to get laid. I dressed casual; I had my favorite dressy pants on, white blouse, my only high heels boots on. Adel was older, more educated, well known in the classic world. I was a 26 year old virgin from Haiti and still live with my parents. I knew I did not fit in his world. But I wanted to be with him just as much he wanted me.
There I was in his room, in his apartment. Just the two of us and the bed on the floor, small desk for his laptop, his luggage open on the floor a few feet from the bed. This would have to do. We started kissing, soon my legs gave out. We moved to the bed. I took his clothes away. I wanted to kiss every inch of his lean body. I kissed his nipples, kissed my way down to his penis. I took him in my mouth. I did not know what I was doing but he seemed to like it so I kept at it until he came in my mouth. I went to the bathroom to spit the sperm out. I washed my mouth and go back to bed. It was my turn. He undressed me slowly, revealing one breast at a time. He took my breasts in his hands and squeezed them. One in his mouth, one in his hand, sucked and pulled. My clit was weeping for some attention. I caressed his back, squeezed his butt. We fall on the bed. With one hand between us, I massaged his penis. He kissed his way down my body to my clit. Booya! Finally, this clit was getting some actions. I wanted to come, I felt it coming, too soon he moved up and I felt his penis pushing in and my pussy creamed. The pain was sharp. All I could feel was the pain. After a few strokes in and out, I felt his sperms swimming around. I rest on the bed, wondering what just happen. Where is my orgasm? Why it still hurt. Adel kissed my lips, dressed and goes to his desk. I was weak and needed to clean up. I went to the bathroom; with a wet towel I cleaned my pussy. I was bleeding. I put my clothes back on. I needed a panty liner. I stood at the door, looking at him, typing. He did not look at me nor spoke to me.
"Hey" I said. "I need to go to the store. Am bleeding." "Ok" he replied. We left the apartment to the nearest store. I got a small box of panty liner. He got some few items and paid for them. We made it back to the apartment in silence. I went straight to the bathroom. I needed to go home and take a shower. I needed to figure out what just happen. Why my heart was not happy. Technically I was not a virgin anymore. I should be in 7th heaven, sighing with joy. But I was not. As far as orgasm goes I was still a virgin.
We never spoke of that evening. We had sex a couple of times. But I never came. I was still attracted to him, my pussy always wet and ready. Yet, I was missing something vital. Why I could not come? It is a question I will keep asking until I get my O.
I broke up with him a year later. Music was his passion. I understood that. He could not take me with him I did not want to move to a new country waiting for him while he travelled around with his orchestra. We stayed friends and always will be friends; after all he was my first boyfriend.
