Where it happened: at his best friend's house
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 6
Category: Straight
Well I would love to saythat my first time involved roses and sweet ideas for making love, but it didn’t. But i sure do remember it.
We were at his best friend’s house one night. I had just gotten off work and i was still in my white coat. I work at clinique so you have to wear them. He was in his jeans and shirt, that looked great on him.
I was nervous. We had talked about it before, and now it was real, it was going to happen that night. I was shaking and tense, and he knew. Since he wasn’t a virgin he knew what he was doing. I had no clue.
His friends were in the other room. One was on the phone with is girlfriend, and the other one was just in there. I didn’t really like the idea of it, but at that point I was ready, and so was he so it didn’t matter.
He got in the bed first, and got under the covers. I took off my clothes slowly trying to relax. PLus i didn’t want him to see me comletely naked (silly huh). I finally got into bed with the bare nessisties on.
I was starting to relax, and ready to find out what everyone had built this up to be. When he first started it hurt really bad. I know some people cry or whatnot but it didn’t hurt so bad that I couldn’t stand it. Ifinally got to the point when i asked him when i would enjoy this and he just kinda looked at me funny.
I made some noises because I really didn’t like it at first, it was uncomfortable for me. I guess his friends in the other room had heard me make noises and starting yelling things out. They starting singing a song about having sex. Mark just laughed and i didn’t know if I should laugh at it too, or be too embarassed to speak.
When it was over he got upand got dressed and so did I. I asked my self what all the bulid up was about. Itwasn’t the greatest thing i had ever done. I mean at that time I wuld have rather been eating pizza or drinkng some alcohol, instead of having sex.
I found out the next day thathis friend who wasn’t doing anything had watched the entire time. I was so mad at him I felt like some stupid porn star for his jack-off session. But things just blew over about it.
What is sad aboutt he whole thing is that, I had always heard it does get better. Mark and I continued to have sex, and it never did. I never felt some great explosion or anything, in fact I never felt anything. Sex was not what I had expected, and it sure wasn’t what i expected from him. But oh well on to bigger and better things i guess.
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