Where it happened: Upstairs bedroom of boyfriend's house
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 7
Category: Straight
I’ve been reading these stories for a while, and always kinda wondered what my first time was going to be like. I was always the girl who wanted to wait til she was married or at least older though, but I guess things don’t always turn out like that.
As obvious as it is that some of these stories are made up and unbelievably glamorous mine is real, and while it may not spark anyone’s interest that much…it was special to me.
We started out as friends, went out for a week or so and broke it off…then a few weeks later I had a fight w my best friend and didn’t know who else to call. Anyways…that was over 8 months ago…
I’ve been with Matt for 8 months and a half months now..about two weeks ago we were at his house hanging out, fooling around the usual. We were both comfortable with each other’s bodies and at this point we’d done everything but have sex (I regret I became sexually active at least as far as oral sex too young). We were in his upstair’s bedroom and his parents were downstairs, I won’t go into complete details…but our clothes…well our pants came off. Making out led to him on top of me and his dick outside my pussy…we both knew what we wanted to do, but there had to be a condom. He told me he loved me and I asked him to get a condom and he repeatedly asked me if I was sure. When he came back he laid on top of me…and started to try and put his dick inside of me…the pain was terrible. I started crying and he asked me if we should stop. When we did, I realized I was bleeding. And I realized that my shirt was still on…
I felt really foolish that night, and we didn’t even have the chance to talk about it, because my mom was picking me up. Anyway my first time if you can really call it that was far from perfect, but it was with someone I love so completly that I’ll never regret it. I’m not exactly anxious to have sex again, but when I do there’s a lot I want to change, I don’t want to have to rush or be seretive because parents are downstairs and I don’t want to be half dressed. I learned your first time isn’t the glamorous orgasms or what happens with your bodies it’s giving a part of yourself to someone who you love and while it might be clumsy or embarassing…if the motives and time is right it’s special and it will always be remembered.
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