"It matters" friends told me;
They chattered,  they'd scold me.
"We're real women" they brayed,
"You just have to get laid."

Frankie grabbed me again
This time I knew when
To return his wet kiss
And pretend it was bliss.

He lifted my frock
And pulled out his cock.
I slid down my pants,
This was my chance.

He stumbled and fumbled, I helped him inside;
I laid back and sighed while he started to ride.
Just as I started to think this was cool
He moaned and stopped thrusting - I felt like a fool.

My passion, still building, was slapped in the face;
I felt so frustrated. Yeah, he'd run his race.
My maidenly status was lost to this kid;
I couldn't believe what I stupidly did.

But when I look back with middle-aged eyes
That loss was a gain, it helped me get wise.
Now I call the shots, I'm no longer so dumb;
I make f.....g sure I'm the first one to come!