Irisinecka

For the first time.......

It was August and a quiet, hot summer afternoon hung over the cottage. The air was heavy, as if something was brewing, and the sky was slowly clouding over. My boyfriend came to visit me, as always with a smile that could light up joy inside me. We spent the whole day together, talking, laughing, and just being together.
When evening began to approach and he was supposed to leave for the bus, a storm came. The rain started pouring heavily and thunder rumbled somewhere above the forest. I offered him to stay a little longer until it passed. There was a bit of tension in it, a bit of mystery, mainly because we didn't want anyone to see us.
In the end he came to my room on the upper floor. Outside, rain drummed on the roof and occasionally a flash of lightning lit up the room. We sat next to each other, at first a little shyly, as if we both felt that this evening would be different from the others.
I looked at him and in that moment everything else ceased to exist. I hugged him and he hugged me. That first kiss was careful, but sincere. Gradually the nervousness faded from us and only closeness, trust and a strange calm remained in the middle of the storm.
Time seemed to slow down. We lay next to each other, undressed, naked for the first time, listening to the rain and just sensing each other. It was something new, powerful and at the same time fragile, a moment that cannot be returned, but will remain in memory forever.
That evening was not just about touches, tenderness and the first time.... It was about the feeling of belonging to someone, of being with someone who perceives and understands you. About the first real step from childhood into the world of adult emotions.