Oh, that brings back fond memories. We waited until New Years Eve when the fireworks filled the sky, it was our
moment, and it was great, despite the shyness and I always
treasure it as an good experience.
I did love the guy and he was ready to get married too,
but I wasn't and only 18 years old. A year later, we
parted on not so good terms.
Ironically, when I made love for the first time to my-husband-to be many moons later, it also was a New Years Eve night