Where it happened: Hotel Room
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 7
Category: Straight
My first sexual encounter happened when I was at the late age of 20. I had been dating my boyfriend, Billy, for almost 3 years by this time, since we were seniors in high school. We got the chance to fool around a lot when we were together on weekends in high school, but never “went all the way.” He left for Marine Corps boot camp a few weeks after graduation and I only got to see him every 6 months or so. My first year of college I lived in the dormitory and he wanted me to get a hotel room then. But I was scared that my parents might find out or worse yet, that I might get pregnant. I was barely 18 years old. So a few years later we were engaged to be married, in the spring of 1994. New Years came up in January of 94 and I flew out to NOrth Carolina to spend a couple of days with Billy. We were sort of having problems at this time, things about credit and cars and furniture. Silly stuff that seemed important; I thought this weekend would be good for us to talk in person, instead of yelling over a phone. When I got there, we went to the hotel room and then out to dinner. We stopped off at Wal-Mart on the way back to the hotel room. Although neither one of us had acutally mentioned having sex, we knew it was going to happen. So we got the condoms and went back to the hotel. What followed was the worst and most boring night of my life, literally. It was over before it began. First we had problems getting the condoms on and making them stay on; then when we finally began to make love, there was almost no foreplay; it seemed like the situation of “get it up and get it in,” to be rather crude. I remember watching the numbers change on the digital alarm clock on the dresser across the room; I also remember that the actual act of intercourse lasted about 4 minutes; no earth shattering or fireworks going on here. I don’t know what I expected, but I honestly knew it wouldn’t be that great the first time. However, the next 3 or 4 times that weekend didn’t get any better. Billy seemed embarassed to talk about what pleased me and seemed mortified that I knew my own body; it was kind of sad. That weekend basically ended our relationship. He spent the next 6 months on a boat and ended up in a tropical port, fooling around with college girls there, but not having sex (so he said.) And I ended up realizing that I just didn’t love him the same way anymore. This was in late April. The next month I met my future husband, Tom. He had sexual partners before me and although not a sexual Romeo, he was more patient and took the time to learn my body. He was very open with me about what pleased him as well and this was a wonderful change. By August we were engaged and in June of 95 we were married. It will be 3 years next month. I’m scheduled to graduate from college soon with a BA in English and a BA in History and I want to celebrate my degrees with the birth of a child; one conceived in love between my husband and myself. Sex can be very gratifying when its with a person you love, respect, and admire. Maybe I’ll be adding a footnote to this soon announcing the birth of our first child, a little Morgan Alexis or Christopher DeKota. Hope I could help by telling my story.
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