The first vagina I tasted was flavored with coconut sunscreen.  It hadn’t been that hot out, but she was pale and covered in the stuff always.  I honestly don’t remember much about it other than the taste.  She was sweet and salty and strong and tasted nothing like coconut.  She tasted like summer and salted watermelon.  She tasted like success and fear and joy wrapped up in an overwhelming sense that nothing would ever be the same.  She tasted like milkshakes and diner coffee and a clove cigarette bummed from a punk two hours before. 

The first vagina I tasted was flavored with coconut sunscreen.

—Guy New York