I woke up and texted Anthony and told him I’d be over today after school. There had to be more to this ‘sex’ business than I had experienced on Monday, and I was anxious to ‘get back in the saddle,’ and give it another go.
After school, I snuck around the back of Anthony’s house and knocked on the door.
“C’mon in Mel, let’s sit down and talk, okay?”
We walked into the kitchen and I sat down at the table. Anthony got me a big glass of iced water, and then sat next to me.
“I know what we did wasn’t that great for you,” he said hesitantly.
I looked down shyly.
“It was okay.”
“Look, I was really nervous because of your brothers. I’m still terrified of them finding out about this, you know…” He paused for several moments. “I guess my point is, if I could do it again, there would be things I’d do differently.”
I took a deep breath and collected my thoughts.
“Anthony, listen to me. First, my brothers aren’t going to find out what we’re doing, so please stop worrying about that. We’re sneaky, and being careful. Also, they aren’t that smart, okay?”
We smiled at each other, and for the first time, I really felt comfortable around him.
“Second, that’s why I… I came back. So we can hopefully make this better.”
“Your first time should have been good, and I made it shitty for you, and I’m sorry.”
“Let’s just put that behind us and figure out what we can do, going forward, to make it better.”
We sipped our water, and I watched as he thought for several moments.
“My girlfriend says it’s better without a condom, but she won’t let me do it with her without using one, and there’s no way in hell we’re risking that anyway.”
If this is going to work, I have to be honest with him.
“I’m on the pill, Anthony.”
His jaw dropped open.
“Why would a virgin be on the pill?” he asked incredulously.
I took a deep breath and tried to figure out how to proceed.
“I don’t want to gross you out, but my periods were really, really bad. My mom took me to see my gynecologist and she put me on the pill to help regulate it, and make it less severe.”
“So I… I… Don’t have to use a condom?”
“Well, from what I hear, that’s the other thing the pill is supposed to do, keep you from getting pregnant.”
“Smart ass.”
We smiled at each other.
“There are other things I know how to do that will make it better for you, if you’re willing to let me do them.”
“Anthony, I trust you, and I’m willing, okay?”
He took my hand and we proceeded to the living room. I took a few seconds to look around. Their house was a lot smaller than ours, but it felt really cozy. The living room was very tastefully decorated with nice paintings and various pictures of Anthony’s parents, and Anthony, at different stages of his life.
“You were a cute baby,” I said softly.
“Of course I was, and I’m still cute,” he said, giving my hand a little squeeze.
This experience was nothing like Monday. I felt so calm and comfortable. Anthony was really nice and really sweet. I realized that even though we hadn’t had many interactions, but when we did, he was always sweet to me. I just never gave him a chance, probably because of my brothers.