I’d been dating my girlfriend for about a month when I asked her to travel with me and my parents to Switzerland for a week of skiing and everything that entails. My parents paid for the flights and hotel, so it was a most enjoyable free ride.
The most we had done before the vacation was that she had given me a handjob through my pants…now our relationship was gearing up, so to speak. The first night we proceeded with the pleasantly familiar handjob theme, although this time she did slip her hand inside my briefs. I returned the favor, though her orgasm in turn was minute.
For most of the week we spent the days skiing and the nights getting to know each other better. The night following the first we were already showering together and pleasuring each other without any intervening clothing. The next night…
The day had been spent on the slopes just like the previous ones; we had had lots of fun, laughing together nearly constantly. That night we performed oral sex on each other, not a first for either of us. While we were lying in each other’s arms, we began talking at length about sex, and what we enjoyed and what not. I, myself hadn’t really had sex (well, aside from some drunken attempts at making love, the results of which are clouded in my mind), but I was able to carry the conversation admirably. After some time, she asked me: “Will you make love to me?”
Naturally I answered yes, since I wasn’t about to turn down a chance at sex with someone I truly cared for and also found to be most attractive. She fetched a condom and slipped it on me, then allowed me to get on top of her into the more or less standard missionary position. As she guided me into her for the first time, I thought: So this is what it feels like sober…the feeling of being inside someone is probably one of the sexiest in the world.
We went at it for some time, then we switched positions so that she got on top of me (I get quite a kick from women on top, for some reason or another…I suppose I’m attracted by the chance to watch your partner bob up and down while you yourself need not exert yourself at all). Her hair was all over me, and she put all of her experience into play, causing me to become extremely excited. After some minutes I climaxed with her on top of me. She did not, but I didn’t feel depressed since she had remarked that she rarely achieved orgasm in vaginal intercourse (I’m frankly surprised at either the amount of genuine good sex people have had as their first times, with both parties achieving orgasm, or then I’m just surprised at the amount of lies on this site).
Our relationship has become more involved since then, and I can with clear conscience say that I love her. I suppose this might not classify as a true first time, since I had had some dealings with sex before, but this was the first that meant anything to me because of the emotional envolvement (and sobriety). I suppose that’s what’s most important in sex…if it’s just sport-fucking, it can’t truly be much more than masturbation through an outside force. Though I have but dim memories of alcohol-clouded moments in several places, I suppose I’m willing to believe the worn-out slogan: You’ll never forget your first time (at least with someone you love)
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