Love & Sex

My First Time

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Illustration by Thomas Pitilli

Female • 25 • Los Alcarrizos, Dominican Republic

We met one night at a car wash — which, in the D.R., is really a car wash by day and an open-air dancehall by night, with bachata music blaring from six-foot speakers and ice-cold Presidente crowding the plastic tabletops. He asked me to dance and we stayed on the floor all night, shamelessly grinding and making out.

He had beautiful sable-toned hair; he was tall and lean with a huge white smile and smooth skin. His name was Argenis. I was a volunteer living with nuns, so sex was definitely off limits in my house, and discouraged in general. He would pick me up at the end of the block and we'd ride into the city on his motorbike and dance the night away. One afternoon, I snuck off to his house, roosters and street dogs fighting for space on the dusty road. His mother and his little brother and sister were hanging out on the couch. They were pretty amused by this tall gringa with her questionable Spanish that Argenis had brought home.

We met one night at a car wash — which, in the D.R., is really a car wash by day and an open-air dancehall by night.

He brought me into his room and undressed me head to toe. He pulled his shorts off to reveal the largest and most handsome penis I have seen to this day. I blessed myself and laid back on the bed. Wow, did it hurt the first couple of times. He had boundless energy and a mouth like an octopus. The song playing in the background was "Mi Primavera" by the salsero Michel, one of my favorite songs to this day.

He was sweet and lots of fun and I kept going back for more. We would romp around his room for hours and then play dominoes and drink Coca-Cola in the hot afternoon sun. I loved my little secret affair and loved my sore thighs on the back of his motorbike as he drove me back to the nuns' house. For the first time in my life, I felt like such a dirty, sexy woman.