I'm 19 and I want my first time in hammock under the stars
I'm 19 and I've never gone all the way, but i can feel how ready my body is every time
we make out. tonight i keep picturing it happening in hammock under the stars: we kiss
slow, we talk, and we both say yes. he asks me if I'm sure and i tell him i want it,
right now, with him. we take off our clothes, touch everywhere, and I'm already soaking.
he slides just the tip in first and waits, eyes on me, breathing with me. i nod and pull
him closer. it’s warm, deep, and so real that i whimper his name. we move together,
steady and sweet, and it stops being scary—just intense and perfect. i tell him when
it’s too much and he listens, then pushes a little deeper when i beg for more. when i
finally shake and clutch at him, i can’t believe it’s my first time. i kiss his neck,
tell him not to stop, and feel my whole body open up for him.