Angie rested her head on Peggy's chest. "So, who was she?"
Peggy played with Angie's curls. "Who's who?"
"Your first," said Angie. "Your first woman."
Peggy's fingers stopped running through Angie's hair. Angie looked to Peggy, waiting for her response. Peggy tried to pretend that she didn't hear her and continued to stroke her hair. "Well?" said Angie.
"Well what?" said Peggy.
"Well aren't you going to answer my question?" said Angie.
"No," said Peggy. "It's too late for me to argue with you."
"You've got it all wrong," said Angie. "I won't get mad, I just want to know who she was."
"Can we just not talk about it?" Peggy kissed Angie's neck, desperately trying to ignore Angie's questions.
Eventually, Angie got impatient and got off of Peggy. "Angie, don't leave."
"Sorry English," said Angie. "But I can't do this anymore."
"Look," said Peggy. "Would you like it if I told you my entire sexual history? I don't think so."
"That's not the point and you know it," said Angie. "You refuse to talk to me. It feels like you're holding back every time we're together."
"It's...it's just...there are things about me that I don't think you'd want to hear," said Peggy.
"I won't judge English," said Angie. "Honest. I just want to know more about you."
Peggy bit her lip. "I...I don't think you do."
"Okay," said Angie.
"I'm sorry," said Peggy.
"No I get it." Angie got back in bed. "We've all done things we aren't proud of and I understand if you don't want to tell me. I shouldn't of asked."
"No, you're right." Peggy kissed Angie's forehead. "Her name was Janice."
"She was your first...you know?" said Angie.
"Yes," said Peggy. "There were a few crushes before, but she was the first one I was...intimate with."
"Where'd you meet her?" said Angie.
"We were from the same town," said Peggy. "But I didn't even know her name until I was...I think we were fourteen."
"Was she pretty," said Angie.
Peggy smiled. "Do you really want to know?"
"Yes," said Angie.
"Fine," said Peggy. "She was very beautiful."
"How beautiful?" said Angie. "How'd she look?"
Peggy ran her hand down Angie's back. "She had long black hair and emerald green eyes. Sometimes they would sparkle if you looked at them right."
"Wow," said Angie. "I didn't know you were so...cheesy."
Peggy playfully slapped Angie. "I'm sorry I have a knack for poetry. I'm English."
"Thanks." Angie wrapped her arms around Peggy. "I know you didn't want to do this."
"No," said Peggy. "If we're going to continue like this, I'll have to be honest with you."
"Just don't act so closed off," said Angie.
"I'll try." Peggy kissed Angie. "Maybe someday I'll tell you more."
