Maylon had driven his white Chevrolet Impala to a deserted area where he had parked. Like many other girls in the 1950's, I lost my virginity in the back seat of a Chevrolet. The deed didn't last a long time, but I surprised myself by how much I enjoyed it.
Afterward, as we pulled our clothes back on, Maylon questioned me: "I thought you were a virgin?"
"I am, I mean I was".
"You didn't bleed, and you enjoyed it way to much for it to be your first time", Maylon sulked.
I was taken aback. I didn't know that I wasn't supposed to enjoy myself or that I was supposed to appear injured from something that I did enjoy. All I could say was: "Sorry". I didn't know what else to say. And I was annoyed that Maylon didn't believe me. I wanted to not care, but I did. After my initial shock, I firmly informed Maylon that I had been a virgin.
After a short spat, Maylon and I quickly recovered, and we climbed back into the front seat of the car. We made up and went on with life, and each other.