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The First Time

by H.G. Dowdell

The room around you is quiet. Well, almost, except for the visions of Guy Ritchie and some African villagers happily dancing around in your mind as a Lite FM music station belts out Madonna's monotone cry that she's: "Keepin' the babeee, so her papa shouldn't preach." Oldies from the 70s, 80s and 90s being the preference here, you assume, despite the black Harley-Davidson VRSCA V-Rod parked just outside. With that, certainly Metallica or Judas Priest would have been your first guess, if not some obscure post-grunge stuff judging by the flame licks on the side of the helmet, and the biker magazine on the table by the door. You stir and move a bit to the left so you can see this man's stern green eyes staring down at you. Still, he won't meet your gaze.

"Is it supposed to hurt like this?" you ask.

"Don't move," he pleads. "Ah, yeah, perfect."

"But!"

"No, no, don't talk."

"But I!"

"Stay still. Please. Oh, yeah, there it is!"

Trembling, you grasp at leather arms while beads of sweat hinge over your upper lip. The skin under your arms tingle.

"I want to get in a little deeper," he says, almost demanding.

Your muscles tighten as you open up wider, obeying what his words have already implied.

"Oh, yeeaah, that's great. Now once more, okay? Just once more, I promise."

A female hand moves in, stroking your brow, then your hair. You can hear her voice.

"Yes, yes! She's really taking it like a pro, isn't she?" you hear her say to him. Her hands are soft, her touch soothing, but only for a moment. Then as you feel him begin to probe deeper, the pain suddenly returns and your blood now pours. Your blood oozes, leaving a pattern of deep red spottiness. You suddenly feel the slippery awkwardness of the latex that was there primarily to protect you. You grimace then squirm as you sense it tightening with each probe, as if ready to burst at any given second. You even ask yourself if it will.

"Go ahead," the female voice says, giving your shoulder a slight nudge. "You know what to do, don't you?"

Meanwhile, his eyes now focus directly into yours, for the first time since you've been lying there.

"Come on, hon," he drones, his tone indicating a certain amount of his patience has now been lost.

"God, why can't he just be a little more understanding?" you ask yourself. "Can't he see it's not that you're unwilling (well, okay...given that right now you're practically pale as a ghost and scared turdless, maybe just a smidge), it's just that, well, both of you have broken a sweat and breathing a bit hard, and it's just all so damn...well!"

He adjusts his position, then offers you a casual grin. "You know I'm seeing somebody else, and as it turns out she'll be here any minute," he reminds you. And of course, you hate hearing this. Certainly, this is one of those things in life that you don't want to be rushed.

At the same time, you feel a pair of soft breasts now leaning in toward your shoulder as the female voice pipes in again. You can see her clearly now. You examine her face, thinking she's the exact type you knew he'd always have by his side for this. Inwardly, you even kind of wish you could look like her. Blonde, blue eyes, supple Botoxed complexion, beautiful. Her breath feels warm as it falls upon your face, smelling like a half-eaten peppermint Lifesaver as she moves in closer.

"That's right," she says, firmly agreeing with her male partner. "So look, sorry, love, but we'll have to finish this up with you as soon as we can, all right?"

You stare at the two imposing figures looming over you, their faces magnified by the sunlight streaming through the blinds of a corner window, and you nod.

Then leaning over, you rinse, then spit.

June 2007

***BIO*** H.G. Dowdell is a former freelance journalist and speechwriter from New York. Her flash fiction has been featured in Sister 2 Sister and Honey magazines, and other short stories can be found online at Hackwriters, The Copperfield Review, The Sidewalk's End, Skive Magazine, Ken*Again, Mannequin Envy Quarterly, and are forthcoming at Mindfire Renewed, and Void Magazine.