Losing my virginity

Losing my virginity was a beautiful experience. We were both in high school and very much in lust.

We planned a sixteen year old's idea of the best night ever. We told our parents we were going to sleepovers. Then we enlisted our best friends for alibis. He reserved a hotel room. Not the Days Inn, not the Motel 6, but the best the suburbs had to offer us--the Hilton.

It was a great night. We didn't get a whole lot of sleep, but that was kind of the point. A couple hours in, we took a break and ordered Pizza Hut. How cute is that?

The delivery guy ended up being this kid from my European history class. So, you know, we gave him a big tip. Which in retrospect was probably a whopping two dollars. Sorry dude.

Looking back, I can see what made it wonderful. It was one of those rare times when a girl and a guy wanted exactly the same thing: sex, room service, and pan-crust pepperoni pizza with extra cheese.

Becoming a woman was a beautiful thing. Becoming a vampire was oh so ugly...

Coming soon:
Losing my humanity