1956

you and john had been getting closer and closer day by day, doing things like smoking together, going out, getting drunk..

but you weren’t too close. you didn’t know too much about him, and he didn’t know too much about you. it was complicated.

yet one day, it was different. things had gotten intimate, and one thing led to another. it was your first time, but you were beginning to regret it as soon as it finished.

john pulled away from you, panting, and wiped the sweat off of his forehead before getting out of the bed and picking up his clothes from the floor, putting them on messily. “thanks for that, love.” he grumbled as he struggled with his jeans’ zip, but eventually managed to do it.