Ah...my first time, you ask? Oh the memories.
It was in the spring of '89...I was just finishing my first semester of college when I met her, there, in the corner of that computer store. She was sitting on a clean white table, looking like she'd been sitting there all day waiting just for me.
I sat down in front of her. God, I thought. She's so beautiful...so talented...too much for me to handle. I bet she can tell how nervous I am.
I felt bold. But not bold enough. I sat there next to her, and felt as if she was saying "Go ahead, silly. I don't bite."
I gently slid the mouse across the screen and opened her Deluxe Paint. Oh...oh God the things she showed me. I wanted her, then. I wanted to take her home and ... do things with her. I wanted to create new vistas and explore things as I never had before. But the price. It was more than I could pay. Or was it?
I considered the worldly things I'd been waiting for, and put them aside, mentally.
We went home together, and I laid her down gently on the bed, slowly removing every covering until she sat exposed in front of me. I traced every line with my fingertip, feeling the lambent power like scenting a heady perfume...
In the time we had together I saw more in those short years than I had in the decade I'd spent with others before her. Others came after her - younger, faster, sexier. But I'll never forget her, my first Amiga 500.
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