Was it Too Soon?

Was it too soon? I mean, prom night her junior year? That was the question that flashed to mind when I saw Janice come through the door of my clinic with two children in tow.    
     
She smiled at me unrecognizing. “Can you tell me if Dr. Anthony's office is on this floor. I smiled and pointed silently down the hallway,  relieved that she didn’t recognize me.      
     
As she passed, I noticed her light, athletic sway and memories rushed over me with a blushing heat.      
     
It was a post-prom house party at a wealthy classmate’s home. We wandered into a bedroom determined to do what we’d desired for weeks. Within a couple of minutes, we were  bare-skinned on top of a plush bed.        
     
Janice was beautiful, pale, and thin. There was an angelic sweetness in her face. Anyone who didn’t know her might have thought she was frail, but her toned legs betrayed years of dance and gymnastics. Her blonde locks spread like a cloud on the bed above her face.      
     
I touched the edge of her ribs protruding from her thin frame and felt her silky skin only inches from her breasts. I didn’t move there, afraid that I’d cause panic, hers and mine.      
     
My fingers slid to her upper stomach where I felt the even pumping of her heart, rhythms that began in her mother’s womb. My head spun with a mix of excitement and fear. She was an only child and I was smart enough to know her parents worshiped her. They had beamed with pride while taking photos of us that afternoon. What would they think if they knew the end of the day’s story? God, what would my parents think? Would they understand the intense natural desires of their children?      
     
I didn’t have time to ponder these questions because Janice put her hand on mine and slid it to the mound of flesh below her navel. I was a little startled but didn’t resist.  I noticed her hips moving up and back as my hand rested there. My fingers found a moist opening that smoothed my path nto a clutching warm.      
     
She whimpered and her hand slid down to hold me in her soft, cool grip. We lay there for a few minutes as our hearts and breathing increased.      
     
When I rose, her face startled me. She gazed at me with adult eyes. Her expression was unfamiliar but sensual. Our eyes were locked as I felt her body sigh in acceptance and her legs silently spread below me. I felt my way and pressed into her virgin womb, blushing as I thought of her parents again.      
     
Enveloped in the prettiest girl I knew, I pressed again and again, lost in my natural desires. She clung to me as if falling away from me. I sensed no hesitation. I could tell she knew the moment I came. We pressed firmly for several seconds, our bodies welded into one piece of flesh.      
     
When we finally pulled apart, we quietly dressed and returned to the party where no one seemed to suspect a thing.      
     
From then on, there was awkwardness between us. We knew a side of each other that others couldn't know. I had seen her adult eyes. She had felt my lustful thrusts as I pretended to be a man worthy of her. It was inevitable that we part ways, exchanging only uncomfortable glances when passing in the school hallways.    
     
Had our love come too quickly? Yes.      
Did I still treasure the memory of that night twenty years later? Yes.      
Would I have done anything differently? Probably not.