José
He was my first. My first time, my first boyfriend. Not my first kiss though. That belonged to Jaime, a 18-year-old guy who kissed me, or maybe I kissed him; I couldn't remember clearly. That kiss was sloppy and...something new. I expected only that, but we advanced to second base. He fingered me and although it was painful and it felt weird, I could find a hint of pleasure. I didn't stop him because I wanted someone to hold me. He only stopped because he saw someone coming to the library. After that, I longed for his touch, anyone's touch to be honest. I was clingy and obsessive. Until he rejected me, saying that it was risky and he didn't wanted to get in any trouble. And so I walked away from him.
I was 14.