First Love

by Judy Voss

“Who was your first lover?” David asked.

I studied him.  Remembered the intense teen-age attraction that went nowhere. But why ask today at a chance meeting, after all these years? Even now some very personal hang-ups?

“Do you mean the first man I had sex with?”

“Well, yes.”

“Oh,” I stalled. “That was Jeremy Martin,” a stranger to David. Fiction to me.

He smiled. “Would you have dinner with me Saturday?”

“Sure,” I answered, pondering the consequences. I smiled. I’d never be caught in the lie. My first lover was his brother, Steve, but dead men don’t talk.

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