My First Time
By Eva Hore
Your first time is supposed to be filled with romance, a quiet dinner, maybe even some dancing, a night of seduction, something pleasurable to look back on—or is it?
My first time was certainly not that and it was something I haven’t shared with anyone until now. I was eighteen, had been saving myself, wanting it to be special, so I was quite old to be a virgin compared to my friends.
I’d had the day off from university. I’d just finished my last exam and things had gone well. I deserved the break, but my mother had other ideas.
“Why do I have to clean Brad’s room,” I shouted at her.
“Because I said so,” she said, slamming the door and heading off to work.
I re-opened the door, yelling after her, “It’s my day off, remember.”
She didn’t care. Didn’t even ac
