We were awkward, that first time. I can't help grinning to think of it, and then of how we make love now, practiced and knowledgeable and sure in the way we touch one another. But that first time we pushed raggedly against one another, blind with heat and desire, until your legs were around my waist and I lay heavy and desperate atop you. Our mouths were melded together, hands groping frantically for purchase as our hips followed suit, and finally our arousals lay alongside each other and we found a movement that worked. Oh, did it work.