A stream of consciousness remembrance of my birthday and the first time having sex with my boyfriend for several months. His hands are so big. When they’re touching me I walk on air.  They’re big heavy hands that take their time caressing down my body and slipping fingers under waist bands. “Can I take these off?” We’re going to have sex. He’s told me all week he was getting ready to make love to me on my birthday.  I always giggled like it wasn’t a big deal. Like I didn’t need it. But now he’s kissed me. Now his hands have set my skin on fire. “Yes” My shorts slide…