Where it happened: At the beach
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I met this guy at the beach the day after graduating from
high school. He was handsome. He was 22 and a college
student and seemed very clean cut (just my type). He was
very funny and very nice and a perfect gentleman. We layed
out on the beach and talked and drank beer for a few days.
He seemed like someone I could really trust. He had a
great body and was very tan.
We went out one night with a group of people and I had one
drink and he had a couple of beers. We came back to the
hotel where we were both staying and went for a walk on the
beach.
It was a beautiful night and the moon was full and shining
brightly. He kissed me and then we made love on the beach.
The next day we had breakfast together and his friends
joined us at Waffle House. They made jokes about it and he
gave them dirty looks, but laughed nonetheless.
He apologized later for their behavior. It seemed that he
had already told his friends before we even finished
breakfast.
We were together a few more times and then went our separate
ways. We promised to write and keep in touch and he even
invited me to come to his home town. We talked a few times
on the phone, but soon realized that we really didn’t know
each other well enough to put forth the effort to keep a
relationship or even a friendship going long distance.
One year later I met the man of my dreams. He was 23 and
everything my mother always told me to look for. We were
just friends for two years. He was there for me through
good times and bad and I the same. He was a true friend.
He confided in me one night that he was a virgin. He was
embarassed that he was 23 and still a virgin. I was
surprised because he is so handsome and is a really “cool”
guy. When he told me this, I thought I was dreaming. He,
I thought, must be the deepest person I’ve ever met. He is
the real thing.
I began to feel cheap around him. Clearly, he cares more
and feels more and is more careful with people and himself
than I am. He just seemed deeper. I felt like he had a
higher self esteem than me. He was so independent I thought.
We became more than friend and began dating. He told me
that he had been waiting until he met someone like me whom
he loved and knew very well. I felt terrible. Why had I
not waited? I felt so shallow, but I had to tell him that
I’d had sex already with some guy in Florida that I’d known
for three days. That was the biggest mistake I ever made.
He told me that he loved me and didn’t care. He just
accepted me. The problem is that I couldn’t get over it.
When we made love, it was the best experience of my life.
There was no comparison between our making love and my past
experience.
I always felt guilty afterwards about my past. Even though
he completely accepted me, I couldn’t forgive myself. I
felt that he was too good for me and eventually found ways
to ruin our relationship.
Don’t make the same mistake I made. Wait until it’s with
someone you love and know and trust and then you have
nothing to feel bad about later. Don’t EVER have sex.
Just make love with a friend and companion that you can
count on and who loves you. There really is no comparison.
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