Claire: Mark for my first Penis-In-Vagina

Ramya checks in several times after she leaves the next morning with little texts like "How’s the patient?”

Sunday, flowers arrive at my door. The card: “Hope you’re healing well.”

I laugh out loud in my hallway and text her thanks. Only I know she’s talking about my sore, torn-open pussy.

Me: The flowers are amazing. A girl couldn’t ask for a better deflowering.

Ramya: I needed to hear that (heart emoji)

I don’t see her until Friday after the gym. She invites me to her place for a change and has Indian food simmering on the stove.

“How are you feeling… down there?” she asks with a glance at my crotch.

“Sore as hell on Saturday, spotting blood for three days,” I grin. “I’m good now.”

"You're welcome," she replies. “Taken the new body for a test drive yet?”

“Not yet. But I’m thinking about seeing Mark again. I want a redo.”

I confess everything—the disastrous first blowjob, the puke, the anal when he couldn’t get in my pussy.

Ramya laughs harder than I’ve ever heard her.

"Can't believe I told you that," I mutter.

"That's awesome, Claire. Good on you for doing butt stuff. Guys love it. I went through a phase where I was very generous with anal while holding to unrealistic Indian culture virginity standards. I've taken it up the backdoor plenty." She looks at my phone. "Text him. I'll help."

"I got it. I think honesty is the best policy here."

Me: Hi Mark it’s Claire. Still have my number?

Mark (five agonizing minutes later): Hell yes. Didn’t think I’d hear from you. We had fun, girl.

Me: This is out of character, I swear. Booty call tonight? NSA, I promise. You just have to use a condom this time :)

Mark: Seriously? I’m in. Your place?

Me: Yes. In an hour?

Ramya kisses my lips when I leave. We've at least gotten to where that's normal. “Call me when it’s done. Be safe.”

Mark arrives on time. He's respectful with some conversation, a drink, no rush. The pussy is a sure thing, and we both know it.

He’s on top of me, condom on, thick cock nudging my entrance.

I’m wet and ready, until he pushes.

“Mmmphf!” I groan.

Fuck. It hurts.

Not hymen-tearing sharp like with Ramya, but deep, raw soreness from still-healing tissue and more tightness than I expected.

He slides in to the hilt in one slow thrust.

“Mark, go slow. It hurts,” I whine.

“It hurts?”

“I was a virgin last time. That’s why you couldn’t get in.”

His eyes darken with realization.

"It's okay, I'm broken in now, it's just... Yours is bigger."

He stills, kisses me soft. “I’ve got you.”

The pain fades fast, in seconds, and pleasure floods in.

He fucks me steady, deep and slow, perfect. Two orgasms crash through me before he flips me to my hands and knees and finishes with my ass in the air.

He thanks me sincerely, offers an open invitation, and goes. I'm more flattered than I should be at that.

Me to Ramya: It’s done.

Ramya: How was it?

Me: Bled a little, hurt at first. But I came twice :)

Me: You’ll always be my first. YOU took my virginity.

I add hearts, flowers, a cherry emoji.

Ramya: You have no idea how good that makes me feel (heart emoji)

My rear entry :)