Disclaimer - This is a sexually explicit piece.  The names have been changed to protect the sexy. 

 It was New Year's Eve.  Andy was my first new boyfriend in fifteen years.  I had given up completely on ever loving anyone again, on having sex with anyone ever again, on ever having any fun again, period.

 Then I met Andy.  Blue-eyed Andy.  He and I had our first date right before Thanksgiving.  We danced to Van Morrison, ate Ethiopean, and then danced to Reggae. 

 We had been fiercely making out every chace we got since I got out of the hospital Christmas Eve.  But we hadn't done it yet. 

We both had roommates at close quarters.  Mine was my ex, so that made making out at my place impossible. 

 His roommates were a Jewish energy healer who had a total crush on Andy, and cross-dressing British math genius, who did not. 

When we started making out in his car, Andy had said, "My God, it's like we're in high school!  We have no place to go!"

So, for New Year's Eve, I used my points to get us a room at the local Inn.  I didn't even know if we'd do it then, since he wanted to be the one in control of that milestone.  And, of course, we had to wait for Mercury to go direct.

Since handsome Andy had been living as a celebate monk in India for many years before we met, I dressed in full Indian regalia - my dressiest salway kameez, my chandalier earings, my five pink Pakastani bangles, and, the piece de resistance, a bindi and my long mirrored braid holder wrapping it's Indian orange leaves around the brown stalks of my hair. 

I even wore my pink mirrored Indian shoes.  Andy thought the shoes were silly.  Men don't really get shoes.    Rukmini had arrived and was ready to party!

We found a Thai restaurant that stayed open until eleven, and had a wonderful meal of tofu and shrimp and Pad Thai.  We were holding hands, and kissing, and gazing into each other's eyes.  It was the best New Year's Eve ever!

Finally we drove over to the inn.  When we got to our room, I took the orange scarf from my Indian outfit and draped it over the light fixture by the bed.  Andy lit candles and put some music on the boombox. 

"Come here," he said.  "I want to do some cranial sacral on you."  I lay on the bed as he slowly massaged my neck and body.  I got so relaxed I forgot where I was.  The music was spacey. 

He got up to go to the bathroom and his back pack fell over on the bed.  A whole box of Trojans fell out.  I was psyched!  He brought condoms!  Woo hoo! 

I rolled over and pretended I hadn't seen them. 

Andy came back.  Built like the strongman in the circus, he was intelligent and funny as hell.  Spiritual, too.  He was the whole package. 

I felt so grateful to have such a wonderful new boyfriend.  I wasn't sure what I had done to deserve it. 

Andy pulled off my long top.  He said, "Take your bra off."  I sat up and pulled all the rest of my clothes off as fast as I possibly could.  He did the same with his.  He rubbed his beard over my lips, and then my breasts.  I moaned.  "MMMMMnnnnnnnnnggghhhhhh."

I knew from past experience that he didn't like me to touch his privates, so I just laid back and rubbed my hands over his head and down his back the way he liked while he kissed me and sucked my breasts. 

He pushed my breasts together and sucked on both nipples at once.  "Bite!  Bite!" I whispered.  And he did.

I started rubbing my hands down his back and that God-given ass of his.  He was covered in fur from his head to his toes.  Now he was moaning!

He kissed my face and rubbed his beard over it, my neck twisting back and forth like I was a Wimbeldon fan.   Oh my God!

He pushed my legs together and started pressing his penis back and forth between them.  I was going crazy.

I couldn't call him baby - he was the youngest and didn't like it. 

"Please, sweetheart," I said.  "Please!"

He just kept rubbing against me.  We were both enjoying this.  I enjoyed the begging and he enjoyed being begged.  We were  both moaning, loudly now. 

I put one arm up so that he would cover it with his. 

Please lie on top of me," I said. "I want to feel your weight on me."  He obliged me.  225 if he weighed a pound, I silently sent up a prayer of gratitude for being genetically blessed with a strong, broad rib cage.  I easily bore him up on top of me, fully able to breathe deeply.  It was the weight, the weight!  God how I loved having him pressing me down, now both our arms up. 

Me pressing up against him and him pressing down against me. 

My God, it had already been an hour and we hadn't done it yet.  This was like some crazy womens' wish fulfillment dream!  But it was really happening, to me. 

"Please baby- uh, sweetheart.  Please my love.  Please." I said.

"Please what?" he teased back. 

"PLEASE, honey!"

"What do you want?" he whispered in my ear. 

It was our first time.  Better be conservative with the language. 

"I want you to put your penis inside me," I said.

And then I came, I honest to God came before he was ever insde me.  And I was yelling, and he was yelling, too!  But he hadn't come when I did.

Still lying on top of me with his full weight, he reached out and pulled over his backpack by the straps.

TO BE CONTINUED.