I arrived in United States of America when I was in my early 17 years of age. I was super excited about everything. The first thing that struck me was how the roads and streets from San Fransisco International Airport to my first home in USA which was Amador street in Hayward, California were super clean!
When I was living in Garden Estate located in Nairobi, Kenya I never had the guts to indulge myself into having sexual relationships since I mean….unless I was super! filthy rich, or had the right resources regarding proper healthcare, at least then I would feel more confident about it.
Anyways, when I came to America honestly speaking I felt like I was about to explore heaven on earth.
The first day my first boyfriend and I met ( his nick name will be Dickson ), it was at my home whereby he came to visit plus say a hello to me, for he was a very close friend to my father.
Dickson was 5 years older than me, he was a dark, okay looking, book smart, loved his sense of fashion plus his biceps ulala! made me to be drawn closer to him.
I thought I had found love in America! everyday after I returned home from Mt. Eden High school, Dickson would visit me in his old, beat up I think it was a ( 1995 grey Toyota Corolla ).
We therefore used to chill inside his vehicle, drive to an industrial area near by to where the former Heald College was located at in Hayward, CA. and would spend hours and hours just talking with each other.
I will never forget, for the first day he made a move, he touched my vagina whereby it smelled like ” hot sweat “. I still had a bush fire down there ( it was so long that I could actually braid it into a single plait ), yet on the outside I was still on point.
Don’t judge me 😂😂😂 I had no idea about pantiliners, douches, or gotten to that point of more self realization about my body, nor what surrounded me then.
I thought sex was supposed to be sweet; moreover, known to be a pleasure! As soon as his long, thick! 😂😂 I call it the ( vein dick ) ding dong tried to enter inside of me inside his car,…..oh my!!!! I felt the most excruciating pain till I couldn’t take it no more.
Since it was too much to bear, Dickson didn’t give up on me, for he repeatedly visited and tried his best for two more consequitive days until my cherry broke.
After a while, oh my!!!! sex became more favorable to me, thus enjoyed it afterwards. On the other hand since we didn’t use any means of protection, all his ” watermelon ” which I call it the pineapple juices oozed inside of me.
Don’t worry I was naive then, but all in all that was the past and have learnt much more about safe sex.
What I learned though from my past though is that: at least if you haven’t lost your virginity yet, please don’t lose it inside an old beat vehicle like I did, for that memory will always haunt you no matter how older in age you become.
It’s not too late to make wiser decisions too.
The best thing about it all was that I managed to get checked at my closest planned parenthood; furthermore, got more educated about my body and different STDs out there in order for me to be more aware in the future!
Thank you for reading by: Shiro Thumbi aka crownshi3.wordpress.com