It's Pronounced Mrotek, Baby

"Are you saying foreign movies make you horny?" he asked. He winked and grinned all at once, looking extremely cocky.

Ignoring him, I said, "Do you have condoms?"

"Nope," he said it smoothly. "All out."

My jaw dropped before I meant it to, and my mind wandered to how far he had ever gone before.

"Tati, I'm kidding."

Then, deliberately he leaned towards me, wrapping me in his arms. As he kissed me, I lost thought of almost everything.

All I could think about was his mouth on mine, his fingers on my skin, our clothes laying on the floor.

I took note of everything I could, because this was my first time. It would never happen again. The pain that I felt would never be like this again. I had a feeling that Andy and I would never be the same.

As we laid on his bed afterward, his arms carelessly placed around my bare waist, my wonders were confirmed.

Andy seemed so careful. He'd been in no hurry to take the only innocence I had left, considering all the talk he'd made.

Now, as he held me, he hummed softly into my neck. Just mumbling a tune I couldn't place.

I liked where I was. I wasn't high; I was content and happy, all wrapped up in Andrew Mrotek's Superman sheets.