... He was my first boyfriend. It was three months before I even had my first kiss and let me just say I was nervous about everything. We're talking a phobia. I had a phobia of his penis. He would try and get me to touch it and I was get so nervous that I would tear up and honestly want to go home... Lets be honest, I was deathly afraid of that thing. Anyways, it was a year and a half before we finally had sex. It was on a back road in our home town, I think it started with a T. We were in his maroon colored Honda Accord, a 1980 something. In the passengers seat of all places. It was possibly the most akward moment of my life. Not graceful. Not movie like. No music. It wasn't really romantic at all... I don't even remember wanting to. It was really just to make him happy. How sad is that? If only he knew what he started...