Lizzie and Gordo's first time...

She hadn't planned it that night exactly. I had. Which had made it more awkward but whatever.

Anyhow, we were at my parent's when they weren't home. They were more chill, especially more than Lizzie's dad.

When we got to the room, my heart skipped many beats.

"Gordo?" Lizzie asks, drawing me in like the night we had in Rome except this kiss was it. This kiss would lead to the real thing called sex.

Excited but nervous, I accept her kiss slowly but surely. I feel like my stomach can't breathe, but my mouth does and works so well somehow. She peels off my shirt, and I accept. I'm scared she won't accept me wanting her shirt off, but she does. And now, she's in a purple bra, but I lose myself in more kisses with her until we make it to my bed, which has changed over the years.

"Lizzie?"

"Yeah, Gordo?"

"I love you, you know that?"

"Of course."

We kiss more and more until it "happens." I fumble with her bra and reveal those beautiful, young breasts. I get on top, pants still on, staring into her deeply.

She asks, "Am I big enough for you?"

"Lizzie, you're beautiful no matter what to me."

I take off my pants, then boxers. "Am I big enough for you?"

I could tell she was very impressed yet embarrassed. "Um...yes..."

I use the condom. Back and forth, I feel myself inside. Sometimes all the way. Other times, half way.

But I knew that it was the best time to do all of this. At 17. In a sacred place.