My First Virgin

I was a pediatric resident in a large hospital in a major U.S. city. I'm Mexican with dark hair and brown eyes. I'm told I'm quite handsome. I've always had a need for younger women. Although married, I never wore a ring. I had my share of young nurses, but one stands out. She was my first virgin. It started as she was doing a pediatric rotation with a local LPN school. The first time I saw her I wanted her. I finally got her alone and asked if she needed help with the clinical rotation. I told her if she gave me her phone number, then I'd call from time to time to answer her questions. After a few phone calls, I asked if she wanted to go for drinks. Now, I knew she was underage and would be asked for ID at most bars, but the private club I belonged to would not. When we arrived at my club, she was delighted that she was not carded. We talked, and she told me she was eighteen. I told her that I was thirty-five and asked if that mattered. She said no, and I was sure I had my foot in the door. After a few drinks, I asked if she would like to go for a drive. She said okay, so I took her to a local park. She sat in the passenger seat. After we got there, and after more chit chat, I asked if I could kiss her. After that first kiss, I realized how inexperienced she was, but she was a fast learner. Eventually, I had her tongue responding to mine. I knew if I played my cards right I could have her for as long as I wanted. I decided not to push it. Even though my package was aching, I took her home. We went out again a few nights later. When I picked her up, she was dressed in a blouse, a skirt, and she was wearing no stockings. She immediately slid across the seat to be very close to me. I took her for drinks and asked if she wanted to go to the park. She did. Once there, we did some kissing and heavy petting. Then I told her I wanted to make love to her. She told me she wanted me, too, but she was a virgin. When I couldn't stand it any longer, I asked her to switch places with me and to push the seat all the way back. She eagerly did this, and I laid her down with her head near the steering wheel. I had one knee on the passenger seat, and the other straight in the passenger leg well. We undressed and began to have sex. When I called her the next day, she said she felt raw inside. I told her I was sore also from the tightness of her womanhood. I assured her it would get better. After a few weeks, I would just pick her up, drive eleven blocks, and enjoy a night of passion. This went on for several months until my wife got wise and had her brother follow me. The shit hit the fan, but I still think about this woman frequently.

— Craig, 62