It was 2008. You do the math.

I grew up in a tiny north western Iowa town. We had 2 bars, a church, a grocery store, a farm store, the basic stuff, and a small used car dealer. The kinda town where you know everybody and look out for them too.
It was the car dealer I have to tell you about. When things tanked he was being forced to close. I felt sorry for him and took him some of Mom's lasagna and some cookies I made. Hoping to let him know we cared.
He was getting ready to leave hoping for better luck in a bigger town. It all started with a innocent hug wishing him the best of luck. He held onto a bit to long. Than pulled me back and kissed me on my mouth. I don't know why but I couldn't pull myself away from it.
Before I knew it he was pulling my shirt up off me and I reached for his. He was in his mid 30's. Kinda chunky but a real sweet guy. A couple kisses later and my shorts were pushed to the floor to. I ended up on his smelly sofa on my back. My legs wrapping around him. It was there he claimed my innocences. No time to look for any protection. No rush to go fast either. Three times we ground our bodies together in sweaty deep passionate love making. I held his softness in me for hours after it kissing him. We both agreed no one should ever know. For both of our sakes in that town. It was just pure luck I didn't end up with a baby from my first lover.