The First Time Ever Part I
By Leonard Ojwang

Teresa, a vivacious 19- year-old, was a freshman at Texas A&M University in College Station. She had a stunning figure with well-developed firm breasts, a small properly created waist and good shapely legs. Even at 16, the promise of Teresa’s early beauty had been more than fulfilled. Now at 19, she had matured into an exquisite young woman; having all the feminine qualities Joseph so admired. 

At age 20, Joseph, another freshman at Texas A&M University, had grown up into a young sportsman with strong, rounded shoulders and neck. The properly fitting jeans he liked to wear usually accentuated his athletic figure coupled with the nice curve of his back. He was a tall, darkly tanned guy and a little heavy just around the waistline. His dark hair was usually kept straight back; and his black moustache was characteristically sleek as if pomaded.

Last Saturday Teresa received a call from Joseph asking her out to a movie. It was the first time Joseph ever did that. Teresa felt a vicious spurt of joy race through her veins, and she had to restrain herself from breaking into a wild mad jump. Maybe soon and very much soon, she would feel it in her body how making love to a man was like. How many times did she imagine Joseph sleeping with her on the same bed, holding her close and showering her with soft jasmine proto-kisses?

She had earlier called Joseph during the day to inform him that she would be visiting that night no matter what. It was about 10 p.m. when Teresa left for Joseph’s hostel. The smothering storm that had been pouring for more than 30 minutes now, was threatening to devour the sky with piercing lightening. Joseph, while waiting for her in his mezzanine hostel room had opened one of the windows facing east to let in whatever bad the storm cared to deliver.

He had kept trying every so often, looking into the rain to see if Teresa would be coming from that direction. But she was not. After waiting for what seemed like eternity, Joseph opened the door and craned his neck along the dimly lit corridor. Teresa was not there either. “How long it will be before she reaches here?”  Joseph wondered.

He then locked the door behind him, and moved to the far north end of the corridor, down the stairs, and to the lower corridor.  Then he saw Teresa, his beautiful queen, staring blankly into the amber lit corridor, shaking off the rain from the brown umbrella on her left grip.  Teresa was dressed in a white silk blouse and black tight mini skirt, which collectively emphasized the roundness of her contours.

As Teresa reached him, they threw their arms around each other and kissed. Turning clumsily like a playful kitten, she said to him, “It doesn’t matter a thing if I am coming to meet you … come darkness, light or the storm…. I don’t care, yeah, because I really don’t!”

When they reached his room, Joseph fumbled for the key from his side pocket, turned it into the lock and pushed the door open.  Welcoming Teresa, he got in and sat on the iron bed at the corner of the room. When she got in, her eyes quickly met the only sagging chair he had next to his reading table, a cheap blue towel hanging by its side and the so familiar white-painted walls.

The cheap smell of Yu perfume Joseph had used hit Teresa’s nostrils with an awakening thud.  She sat on the couch, right next to the door, beside his bed. To keep her mind busy, Teresa surveyed the chalky white ceiling, and as always, found solace on his wall paintings. Joseph stood up, crossed the floor in three steps and locked the door. He offered her coffee and provided her with a woolen wrap to keep her warm.

To be continued next week.

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