Where it happened: My Best Friend's House
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I’d been in love with Sullivan since I was 5. We were childhood friends; he was the boy I chased around the back yard trying to kiss. He was my first date. He took me to the local Rennaisance festival, gave me a rose and a kiss that day. When he transferred to my high school sophmore year, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.
I planned my first time with the passion of an artists and the precision of a surgeon. I stole one of my older sister’s hottest dresses, with buttons all the way down the front. I spent the night at my best friend’s house. It was summer, and so her dad went off to work in the morning, and our two boyfriends arrived shortly after. We watched cartoons and hung out until I gathered up the courage to drag Sullivan into my best friend’s bedroom.
Note to all Virgin Girls: If he won’t let you see it, he’s not ready to use it.
He made me close my eyes while he stripped naked and put on the condom. I was cold, and scared. And it hurt. It felt like a bloom of razors. I don’t know about all these other stories where the girls have rocking orgasms the first time. That was not the case for me. It hurt and I was cold and sweating. And then it was over.
I ran into the bathroom and took a shower. I was laughing and crying. My best friend came in and comforted me. Told me it would be okay because Sullivan loved me. We had true love.
Not so much. He cheated on me just 3 months later. He slept with 3 different girls. Couldn’t control himself, he said.
Here’s what I know: He lasted 3 minutes, our relationship lasted 6 months, but my best friend and I have been there for each other for the last 20 years.
What I mean to say is, Sex doesn’t equal Love. And Love doesn’t equal Sex. Because I love her, with all my heart.
Much love, pal!
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