Our Beginning

I'm a chronological person by nature - I like to see things from beginning to end. It's the reason I can't start a book and quit halfway through, no matter how bad it is; it's why I will make you repeat the beginning of your story, no matter how far along you are in telling it; and it's the reason I want to tell the story of my relationship with RS now, from the beginning, before anything else.

RS and I met at Canada's most widely acclaimed eatery - Tim Horton's. It was my first job and it paid just enough to give me a little spending money to throw around in my high school years.

My first day of work was a blur of new faces and quickly forgotten names, and his was one of them. He stood out partly because he helped me cheat on the computerised training system by giving me the answers so that we could spend the time between quizzes chatting and laughing instead of watching the informational videos. And partly because he was so damn good looking. Mostly because he was so damn good looking.

I worked for the next month and very rarely saw RS. When I did, it was in passing between overlapping shifts that lasted only a few brief moments, and our interactions were friendly at most.

He stopped into work one night on the way to a bar and caught me cleaning tables away from the rest of the staff and made his pass: he gave me his number on the ripped corner of a tray liner, but I never called it. I didn't know what to say and I didn't know how to manoeuvre the dating realm - he would be my first, after all. A few days passed and I didn't think any more of it.

One Saturday morning, however, I got pulled from the floor at work and told I had a phone call. It was RS, calling to reiterate his interest and ask for my number. I happily gave it to him, and we made plans to see each other a few days later. When my Mother asked about this stranger who would be coming to take me out, I realised I knew absolutely nothing about him - what I knew was limited to his first name and that was it. Because of this, our first "date" took place in my bedroom where we cuddled up in my bed and watched a movie he had brought along with him - 'House on Haunted Hill' (we watch this each and every anniversary). He had to scramble up out of my bed to meet my Mother, and it was awkward all around. We weren't naked or in sort of compromising position... now that would have been an interesting introduction to say the least!

All in all, it was an innocent and PG-rated date all around - and it stayed that way for three months (well, aside from letting him get his hands in my pants from the second date on) until we had sex for the first time. It was simple and comfortable, the first time for both of us. We stayed in his bed for hours, fucking and cuddling, laughing and embracing. We were virgins discovering sexual intimacy for the first time, and from that moment forward, we began our journey of sexual discovery and evolution.

Our beginning was not only the beginning of our relationship, but also the beginning of my own sexual discovery and growth. Our beginning was exciting and exhilarating, but our journey since then has proven tenfold so. And I can't wait to tell you all about it.