*Akriti, 25, is a media professional in Mumbai.
Himanshu and I had been talking about how hard it was to find compatible romantic partners, and I lamented that I had not yet even experienced myself sexually with another person.
‘Then come home’, he said, and I laughed hard. He laughed too. We both knew he meant it.
My pulse raced at the thought. We’d been friends for two years in a completely platonic way and now we were talking sex.
Himanshu was sexually active for nearly a decade but it would have been my first time for intercourse. I was nearly into my mid-20s.
I had been holding on to the idea of doing it with a special someone but had often desired him in my heart. We walked to the train station and took different trains to reach our homes.
We both lived with our families, so, there was no space to put our idea into reality for a while. But, we started to express our desires over texts and almost had our act planned to the T.
A whole winter passed texting and waiting. One night in March, he told me that his family was going to be away the next day. So we decided, it was time! I chatted with him on WhatsApp that night.
It was such a sexy thought and I felt good because he cared for my comfort.
We both took leave from work the next day and I travelled one hour to be at his place early the next morning.
I got off the auto rickshaw, stopped by at the medical store and stepped into the store to buy a pack of condoms and a bottle of lubricant. This was my first time doing this and dealing with all-male sales-staff was quite an experience.
Condoms were easier to pick once they were past the awkwardness of saying and hearing the word from a woman’s mouth. Explaining that I wanted a lubricant that’s used in sexual acts was the real struggle.
I finally had to name the brand of a condom company that also made lubricants, and that’s how they understood what I wanted. I stepped out the store with a sense of relief.
The rest of the way I felt as if I was carrying ammunition in my bag. I felt every eye was on me as if my bag was transparent and they could all see I was on my way to have sex! I hurried to his house.
We sat around for a whole chatting non-sexual things. Then, he put on the TV for some music and faced me while on his knees.
‘Should we break the ice now?’
His lips on mine felt like a part of me. I loved his touches. We moved to his bedroom from the living room. I unbuttoned and removed his shirt. He took off my top and unhooked my bra. Soon, we were naked. I had never been naked with anyone before.
We continued feeling each other while on the bed. After fifteen minutes, he asked, ‘should I enter you?’
As he reached out to the bedside table for a condom, I offered him the condom from my jeans pocket, and he laughed hard: ‘You thought I’d be so under-prepared?’
‘What’s the harm in being doubly prepared?’ I replied, smiling. We made love twice before falling asleep on his bed.
I woke up with a smile. My first time was a special one, not because I had waited for a special someone. But because I had felt so much at ease and so in charge of my very first sexual experience.
*To protect the identity, names have been changed and the person/s in the picture is/are models.