Day Fifty-seven - Cities in dust

So Dora was my first girlfriend, and for about the next eight years or so, she would be my one and only woman. We were deeply in love with each other, we even thought we loved each other, but ultimately we didn't. But we still have a long way to go before we get to the bad, sad days - which weren't really bad (though they weren't good) nor were they sad (though they weren't good) - they were mostly just indifferent. It's a true saying, that familiarity breeds contempt, which in the end, was pretty much all we felt for each other.

Beginnings, and as things go, are always very exciting. You spend a seemingly infinite amount of time trying to learn as much as you can, you want to know anything and everything about them, and us still being quite young - I was seventeen when we started dating, and Dora, three years my senior, was twenty - none of us was very sexually experienced. Or, actually, not at all - we were both virgins. Dora, I guess, she had had boyfriends in the past, and she told me that she had tried to have sex with one of the guys before, but apparently it never happened for whatever reason. When we first started dating there was a huge sexual tension between us - as was to be expected - but for the first few weeks we just sort of fooled around. As we started dating in the summertime, we went to the beach quite a lot. It was during that time I first felt and licked her boobs, smallish though they were, but hey : I'm no porn star neither. It was also here that I got my first blowjob, something I honestly thought would never happen, and to this day I'm not sure where I came. I know I didn't do anything at all, I just lay in somewhat of a schock as it was happening. And then, as it was, indeed, happening, the floodgates burst loose. Now, I know where they burst loose, Dora swore up and down that it wasn't, er, inside her, but none of it could be felt neither on me nor on the towel. Ah, this also happened at night, not during broad daylight. Though soon enough we would be doing far more than that on broad daylight...

Our first time proper happened when we went on a trip together - also our first - and on the train ride I was already feeling like I was going to explode. Somehow, we managed to keep it under control, but as soon as we got to our room at the hostel we were staying, we immediately got to it. And it was... ok-ish. Which perfectly describes how our sex life was pretty much always. It was never great, it was rarely good, sometimes it felt much better than others. I don't think we really had that much chemistry betwen us, if I'm honest. But we had some fun. At least for a short while we did.