I met my boyfriend (He’s 17.)about a year and a month ago. We have our problems, but so far, we’ve actually been together for 10 months. Before I met him, I had always wanted to lose my virginity to some1 who I truly loved. But I wanted to wait until I was married. Sure, it may seem a bit old fashioned, but that’s what I wanted. Anywho…I was instantly attracted to him that April morning when I first saw him. Blonde hair, blue eyes, sexy as all get out. And he had this bad boy thing that I can’t help but love. We started talking, calling each other, blah blah blah. Then on June 26th at like, 1:30 in the AM, he asked me out. So duh! I said yeah. About a wk later, on July 4th, we kissed for the first time. It was wonderful. And so very sweet. But it was like, that kiss let loose sooo much. The rest of the evening we kissed and cuddled every chance we got. I guess it was the “raging” teenage hormones. That night, in the car w/ my parents, we started making out. My shirt might as well been off. And his pants might as well have been too. We were all over each other. With my parents w/in arms reach!! But we didn’t care. Things stayed about like that for a while. We started doing other stuff at my house. Almost got caught quite a few times too. But…I wasn’t completely ok w/ the idea of sex. I knew I loved him w/ all my heart, but sex? So soon? I had my doubts. And I tried to tell him that. But it was like he didn’t care. In a way I feel like I was pressured into it. Because in September, every chance he got, he brought up sex. Finally I gave in. On October 2nd, both my parents gone, I called my boyfriend and asked him to come over. He did, and we started kissing and stuff, and then off came our clothes. He asked me if I was sure, and I told him yeah. I know I could have told him no, but I didn’t want to. When he entered me, it hurt like soo much. But I wouldn’t let him stop. We went at it for like, an hr and a half. After a few minutes, the pain had stopped, so that wasnt it. But that night, I didn’t get off. I faked it though. For him. Cause I knew that it’d really hurt his ego. I was his first, and of course, he was mine. So I can’t blame him for that. We were both just inexperienced. But still…When he got off, that was it. No cuddling, nothing. Just him putting his clothes on and leaning over to kiss me and then leaving. I was a bit disappointed at that, but oh well. Since then, we’ve made love like, 30 some times.
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