Where it happened: his bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
I was 18 and tired of being a virgin. He was 25 and had just broken up with his girl friend. He was just out of the Air Force. He was stationed at the Air Force base where I was born. That was what we first discovered about each other. He was older, tall, and charming. I met him one night when I was out dancing. We danced the entire night. I gave him my phone number and thought about him that entire evening. Needless to say that I could not sleep. He called me the next day. We went out twice. The first time we had dinner on Valentime’s Day in 1983. We studied each other all night long, but nothing happened. He knew I was nervous, but he also knew I wanted to lose my virginity. I was very intrigued. Our second date was on a Saturday. We spent the whole day together. He took my picture over and over again in this park. I never got to see those photos. I always wondered how they turned out. He has my picture, but all I have of him are my memories. And a Valentine’s Day card. After the park, we went back to his place. No one else was there. There was a leopard skin (fake) blanket on his bed. He put on this music mix that was very romantic, but the only song I remember now is Rosanna by Asia. I was so nervous. He took my shirt off and then my jeans. I took off the rest and watched him undress himself. He had a magnificent body. The first second I saw his penis I thought it was huge. (I’m sure it was normal size!) We had sex for about 15 minutes, but it was hurting me. So he stopped. I didn’t feel the Earth move, and all he could say was, ” are you sure you’re a virgin?” I didn’t bleed at all. I didn’t have an orgasm. I hate to break it to you men out there who think all these women had orgasms their first time. It just doesn’t work that way. That is something that only comes with experience. Anyway, he got dressed and that was the end of that. I got dressed in the bath room, and he drove me home. I never saw him again. Sometimes when I think of this experience I think it was a nice romantic way for my first time. Most of the time though I just get angry and wish that I was in love with the first man I ever made love to.
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