Hmmm...well, I got this virgin into bed and I promised I'd not take advantage. And being a gentleman, I was good as my word, although I'm fingering the fuck out of her, sucking her tits, and she's liking it.
And it transpires she's never seen a naked man before (again, we were both teenagers, and both inexperienced, although I'd had a few encounters by then so more experienced than her) so I hop out of bed, turn the light on in all my woody glory, and she does this deep, deep sigh thing.
'Turn the light off'.
So I do, and we go back to where we were. She's pleading with me to take her maidenhead. And eventually I do. Gently, sweetly, slowly, trying to make the experience as pleasurable for her as possible. I hope it was.
Anyway...we fuck a few more times but I'm a cruel, heartless bastard in my teens and move on (something I'm deeply ashamed of now, the way I would use women).
A couple of years later I'm at an art exhibition looking at this painting and someone taps me on the shoulder. It's a nun. A novice nun, but a nun nevertheless.
'Hi. Remember me?'
I didn't. Not because I'd find 'em, fuck 'em and flee, but because I don't recognise her with the headgear on.
She introduces herself and I almost faint. I could feel the blood draining through my face and down my body.
Thankfully I don't pass out and we then hold this surreal conversation about the only (!) sexual experience of the nun's life...with me.
It transpired that when she did her final school exams she decided that God was the way forward for her. I'm not knocking it. Everyone needs to find their own path in life be it as a lawyer, wife-swapper, butcher or nun.
'I'm glad I experienced a man before taking vows', she said. 'It makes me feel I can connect with people who might discuss physical love and relationships with me'. The conversation then took a religious/theological turn for about half an hour, but there was this twinkle in her eye when she talked about, in a strange, oblique manner, that night.
I didn't hear from her again after that night, but later heard she'd taken final vows and was at that time, the late 1990s, in a community of nuns in Italy. I even learned her nun-ly name, but I'll not add that to the post.
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