My Virginity

I should have listened to my parents when I had the chance, before the mistakes. They tried to warn me when I was young, the cause and effects of my actions, but I just wasn't trying to hear any of it. So I had to learn the hard way.

I was 15 years old when I lost my virginity. I did it just to spite my mom. We were always bumping heads. She knew how to drive a person bonkers. I used to think her mouth was going to fall off from nagging so much. No matter what you ever did, or how well of a job you did, she always found something wrong.

I was a teenager and I thought I was grown. My mom used to piss me off so bad and keep such a tight leash on me, I had to find a way to get out and experience life. So one Sunday, while my mother went to the flea market and her husband was out of the house, I began my thought process. I had to figure how I was going to get out of the house and have sex.

I came up with the perfect idea. I would say I had Pathfinder's meeting. That would buy me enough time to get out, have fun and report back home before anyone realized I had lied. So I told my mother the following week that I had a Pathfinder's meeting the following Sunday. On Sunday my mom left at about 7a.m. to go set up at the flea market. My stepfather wasn't a bother, because we didn't really like each other anyway.

With my plan in motion, I called my boo. I let him know what my plan were. He was down for it. He was 18 and driving so I easily could leave and be back without a problem. So that Sunday everything went according to plan. I met him at 10;30 a.m. we drove over to his cousin's house in Hampton. I was a little nervous, but he mad sure to take it slow. So slow I wished I had never planned the whole get away. So that is when I first learned the gift of faking it. Anyway when I got home, I took a shower and fixed me something to eat.

That first day I felt fine. Monday my privates began to itch. I never experienced that before, I tried to ignore it. Every time I went to the restroom, it seem to worsen and worsen. I realized I would have to go to the hospital. I told my mom I wasn't feeling good and we went to the emergency room. I was nervous more that my mom would find out I had sex, then to possibly think about what they would say.

As soon as the door slid open, it was instantly cold. We entered the emergency room that was over crowded as usual. The poorly picked rose color paint on the walls was not inviting at all. The small vinyl chairs were all facing different directions and there were two of the smallest televisions posted high above the room in two little corners.

As my mother signed me in, I tried to prepare myself for the possibilities. An hour passed and I thought my privates were going to fall off. We finally were called into the back. When the doctor came in, I racked my brain to try to figure out how to get my mom out of that room. I held my breath and whispered in her ear. She looked at me puzzled, but excused herself out of the room.

I explained to the male doctor, my symptoms and what had taken place the previous day. He explained to me that he would have a nurse com into the room with him and he would look at my privates. He gave me a gown and told me to undress from the waist down. Once the doctor left, I undressed and put on the gown. Nearly fifteen minutes later, the doctor and nurse were entering the room.

He told me to lay back and slide down so my feet would be in the stir ups and my butt would touch the edge of the bed. I did as I was instructed. All types of thoughts were bursting in my mind. I felt ashamed, dirty, embarrassed, scared and nervous, nervous because I knew I was going to get in trouble. I felt it down in my gut.

I had a flashback, all this discomfort was not even worth the time. What was so funny about the situation was that he thought he was the man! LOL I did not know it at the time, but he did not even pop my cherry. So technically, I was still a virgin. Technically!

I wish that my vagina was not in so much discomfort, I just felt the need to scratch. I felt like a scratch and sniff poster. Except the smell was not that of a sweet perfume. As the doctor was becoming more familiar with my privates, I was feeling more insecure, uncomfortable, and embarrassed.

Well as I awaited the results of my test, I think I bit my nails down to nubs. I put my clothes back on, turned to cartoons, sat, and waited. An unforgiving hour later, the doctor returned and said that I had tricimoneous. The good news was it was curable with a week's worth of pills. The bad news is the discomfort would last a little while longer.

The hard part was yet to come. I had to tell my annoyed mother what the doctor had just shared. It was bad enough that my plan to piss off my mother had backfired on me, now this. At this point, I swallowed my pride and shame and headed for the lobby. My mother was waiting for me impatiently, tired and hungry. She looked at me and with her eyes said "Well?" I waited until we got into the car and explained what the doctor had previously told me. With a look of disgust, she said, "How do you get that?" My head dropped. I knew at this point I would have to spill my guts and I knew I was going to be big trouble. "Ma, it's a bacterial infection that comes from having sex. The doctor gave me some pills to take and it will be gone away." There is no way on earth to describe how construed her face looked. However, my mother did not believe in handling things in public so she waited until we got in the apartment. I dragged my feet so heavy, my soles on my shoes, were crying. I knew that once I entered the door I would be getting a whipping.

To Be Continued................................