I had sex with a guy I only met in Facebook. And I don’t regret having done it. I saw him on my friend’s account, was attracted just by looking at his pictures, so I invited him to join my account, too. He accepted and
asked for my cell number as
well, which I, of course, gave. Since then we became avid textmates,
eventually becoming a couple just by texting each other. The time came
when he asked to meet—the agreement was that if he saw me and liked me,
he would kiss me for 15 seconds without saying a word. We did meet, but
he didn’t kiss me, and that made me feel strange. Later I found out that
he had booked us in a hotel. Well, I never thought that the 15-second
kiss I missed would turn out to be five hours of intense lovemaking. It
took us that long because, well, it was my first time to do it. I don’t
think he ever made it through. I woke up the next morning feeling this
strange heat inside my vagina, as though he was deep in me, thrusting
hard. Now I know it was orgasm, sweet orgasm. What happened that
morning? I wanted real bad for him to slide into me so I woke him up,
went on with some torrid foreplay, and—finally, at 21 years old—I gave
it up to a stranger who wasn’t really a stranger. 