Chapter 3 - The Doer and the Deed

Rett and I had gotten close very quickly. When I think back on it, there was likely a lot more closeness on my part than his. I knew a lot about him, as he appeared to be an open book and shared willingly. I'm not sure I shared as much as he did, which wouldn't be unusual for me. I am a good listener and I tend to take in more than I share. One thing I did share with him was the fact that I was still a virgin, and that I no longer wished to have that 'burden'. He was ready and willing to take care of my burden.

On our last date Rett and I had discussed birth control. I was not a child and I wasn't stupid, and it was the 80's. These topics could be discussed openly. Rett had shared with me that he was sterile. If I remember correctly, there was quite a story that went with this, that he had been tested, and they didn't know why, but...I felt badly for him and asked the questions any normal caring woman would ask. There was no reason to not believe him, and I felt sorry that he was unable to have children because I cared about him.

We made another date for a few weeks later and I knew what the plan was. Rod Stewart's "Tonight's the Night" was ready on the turnstile, along with a Teddy Pendergrass selection from Rett, I think it was "Turn off the Lights" (that song still gets me in the mood). I shopped for appropriate sleepwear, since I thought my normal T-shirt just wouldn't set the correct mood. I was ready.

He arrived at the apartment on time and we sat in our living room had a drink or two, listened to the music and made out. It was perfect. He had a way of kissing that I have never experienced again - his special way. He was tender and caring and he made me feel so special.

It was time to retire.

I remember going into the bathroom to undress, still being unsure of my body image, I just wasn't comfortable taking my clothes off in front of him. Seems odd, considering I was about to bare my soul to him. I looked into the bathroom mirror before leaving and I thought to myself...the next time I look into this mirror I will no longer be a virgin.

When I entered the bedroom, Rett was naked in bed propped up on the pillows. His clothes were in a heap at the foot of the bed, and I noted the black underwear - no idea why - just a memory picture. He smiled and tossed back the covers for me as I slid into bed beside him and I reached to turn off the light. He touched my hand and said "No, leave the lights on. I want to see you." I was a little uncomfortable with this, but I obliged.

Now, remember that I am entering totally unfamiliar waters here. I was a virgin in the true sense of the word. I knew nothing. I had never seen a naked man (except for a quick peak as a child with another boy my age) let alone slept with one. I hid nothing from Rett, so he knew what he was dealing with. He was patient, caring, sensitive and understanding. He was teaching me the art of making love and he knew it well.

I have heard many horror stories over the years of women's first experiences, but I have to say there was no horror in this part for me. It was an amazing experience and will likely always rank highly on my love-making scale. Thank God I have something good to hold onto. I remember asking him if he had enjoyed himself, and he held my face in his hands, looked deeply into my eyes and said "Are you kidding? It was amazing."

We cuddled and talked afterward and slept a little. Rett had to be at work early the next morning, so he left around 6AM. We kissed at the door and he said he'd call me later.