Shorty

I was one of those people who said that I was going to save my virginity until marriage. That all changed one evening on April 17th of 2006. We were at his house alone. We were on his bed, watching a movie. He was into the movie, but I wasn't. I kept kissing and touching him. I was unusually aroused and was trying to get him as horny as me. I wanted sex really bad. Finally, I succeeded in distracting him from the movie when I took my clothes off except for my panties. The next thing I knew, we were both naked and I was telling him to **** me. He put on a condom and I got on top of him. I was not expecting the awful pain that I felt as he was going in me. It made me want to cry. There were tears coming from my eyes, but at the same time I didn't want him to stop. I figured it would start to feel better after a while(it didn't). I didn't have an orgasm but he did and then we stopped. Now, this is where it gets kind of humorous. As soon as he pulled out, I started queefing, loudly, and multiple times. It went on for a few minutes. At first he thought I was farting and was asking,"Umm, do you need to go to the bathroom or something?". I told him what was going on. Maybe it's because we were both immature or something but we couldn't stop laughing. Anyways, I was disappointed my first time because it didn't feel good, like I thought it would and I didn't orgasm. However, the queefing did provide some comedic quality to the experience.