Where it happened: Boyfriend's Bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 3
Category: Straight
At fourteen years old, I knew more then my parents.
Out of insecurity , I rejected their
advice, their religion, and the morals in a delicate search
to seperate what I believed from they wanted me to believe.
George and I were celebrating our one year anniversary,
and I really thought I was in love. We had been intimate many
times before, but had never had intercourse. When his sister flunked
out of college,and returned to live with her family, George’s parents
turned the toolshed into his bedroom allowing easy access in and
out on any evening. Over the course of the month, he made several
suggestive comments, and I finally worked up enough courage to
spend the night.
Waiting until after midnight to make sure my parents were
sound asleep, I walked over to his house in the pouring rain.
He met me in the ally, and my first concern was how were we
going to sneak past his noisy dog. Thinking ahead of me, he
handed his nervous border collie a rawhide bone which slobbered
on while sniffing my wet crotch.We made a mad dash for his bedroom
door, gratefull that the storm made it difficult to see and hear
outside.
Once we were inside his room, we took our clothes off and
threw them in the dryer. His kisses were wet and salty from the
rain, and we dried each other off with a towel. It was two days
after St. Patrick’s day, and he pulled out a bright green condom
he stole from his sister. He explained that is was a party
favor his sister had won at a party. The sex was awkward
since it was both our first time, but afterward we held each other
and cuddled in bed.
Several hours later the storm subsided and he walked me home.
We gave each other a long kiss goodnight, and I knew I had to
hury up and sneak back inside before my father left for work.
I looked back to see him sprint in the direction of his house.
I easily slipped into my bedroom undected. As I ripped my clothes off
and climbed back into my bed, I fully realized the mistake I had made.
Even though I deeply loved George at the time, I knew that I was very young,
and he probably would not be the guy that I would marry. I knew that I could
never regain my virginity, and I wondered if it would destroy
my wedding night if I ever did get married. I remember wanting
to talk tell my mom what happened,but I never could come to break
her heart. Then, I cried myself to sleep.
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