Where it happened: Home
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
First off, it wasn’t long ago that I read through all these stories wondering what my “first time” would be like. I was seventeen and feeling as though it might never happen. Most teenagers are like that though. They second guess themselves and look more on the negative side of situations than what could actually happen, when in actual fact their “first time” could be closer than they think..
Anyway, I totally didn’t expect to have sex when I did. It was completely random, unplanned and not the slightest bit awkward. Years ago I decided that before I would give up my virginity, I’d be in a stable relationship so it would genuinely mean something to not only me, but him as well. I’m sentimental like that. The funny thing was… I’d said I would wait 6 months before actually have sex. I was probably around 15 years old when I decided on all this, so it was only now that I realised those things made an impact on me without I even knew.
I’m going to speed this up a bit because it’s getting a bit boring. I lost my virginity on the 3rd of July. That was 2 days ago. My boyfriend & I decided to go a drive for dinner because it was such nice weather. After finding a nice place to get a take out, we went to the top of a hill that looked out towards the sea. It was beautiful. Once we’d finished, he drove us to this place a bit closer to the beach and went for a walk along side the harbor and ventured into the sand dunes and threw rocks in the water. It really was lovely. The sun started to set a little bit so we started heading back so we weren’t going to be caught in darkness when the tide was creeping closer & closer towards us. Instead of going straight back to the car, he took us to the place we had our first kiss. It was sort of sentimental because it’s near our 6th month anniversary and we haven’t been back since. Well, we sort of have but not on our own like that. After we left though, I remember heading home and holding his hand while he drove. I don’t think it was very safe but he insisted on doing it. I guess he’s just as soppy as I am.
Later that night, once we’d managed to pick my uncle up from a night club (I know, it sounds weird but it was a club that had mixed age groups, lol)and get him home safely, we got into bed ourselves. We cuddled up and messed around for quite a while, it was totally innocent and normal for us. Before we knew it, the sun was coming up and I’ll admit, I was pretty tired. He never asks but I knew he was wanting a blowjob. I usually don’t mind giving them but after making him cum once, I’d had enough with them that night. He already had a condom on so I’d been very vague and said “you can do anything you want, I just can’t be bothered going down on you again”. I know, not very romantic but it was the tiredness talking. Secretly I was saying “just fuck me” though. I just don’t like showing a guy what I want sexually, I get embarrassed easy. We got our underwear/pj bottoms off and before I knew it, he was on top of me and thrusting. It was bloody sore! I don’t know if I can explain the pain. It was totally something I didn’t expect anyway. The best way I can describe it is a surge of pressure that had pain following it every time he moved inwards. He took a few minutes to finally cum but it wasn’t all pain for me. I did actually like it, but having to try and deal with the pain distracted me a little and ruined it for me. The one thing I remember saying to myself was, “holy crap he’s cute” and that was him having a “omg i’m actually having sex” face on.
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