The Man Without a Soul by L. Grant Dodge
Sea St. Beach
14  Lost With All Hands
The second night she kissed me. This was the first time I had been kissed properly – if I’ve ever been kissed properly – and it was quite a revelation to me. What a magnificent ceremony we had discovered, this kissing. How, I wondered, could she imagine doing anything else?
I was ready to settle right in and see what my limit was, but she was restless. She kept getting up to make tea, rearrange furniture, or just pace around the room.
“This isn’t right,” she said.
It seemed pretty right to me, but as I said, it was her show. “Do you want me to leave?”
“You really should.”
“Do you want me to?”
“Yes.”
“Okay,” I said, though I didn’t get up.
She watched me intensely for a moment, to see what I would do. I opted for nothing. She responded by sort of attacking me, and my virginity went down with all flags flying.