The Tabatha Diaries – Ch 6
It is surprising, and a little disappointing, to look back on my first time with Tabatha, and realise that a lot of details have been lost in the intervening years. I remember the feel of her wet skin in the shower; our first tongue kiss; my knees buckling as her soapy hand touched me between the legs; her pink bedroom, the teasing and the squeaky bed. Most of all I remember how she just switched off afterwards, as if it was nothing and I was nothing. I remember at the time thinking that sex did not feel as strange and new as I was expecting. Unlike my other firsts, there was no pre-cursor dream. And yet I had that feeling that I was doing something that I had done before. It did not feel like …