Where it happened: boyfriend's bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 4
Category: Straight
I usually choose not to remember much about it. John was a sweetheart, always telling me he loved me, but I always refused to repeat the oath to him because I didn’t feel all that strongly for him. Most of my friends at the time wouldn’t have believed I was a virgin still, nor did John himself. But, despite all my outward sexuality, John was to be the first.
It started the way we always did: he lived alone with his father who left us alone in John’s bedroom. We were screwing around as usual, and I took off my clothes. I didn’t even think about protection, because I wasn’t planning on having sex, but when he got up to get a condom I didn’t know what to say. I guess I figured that if I refused, I would be a tease. I at least am thankful that he was prepared, if I wasn’t.
So he latexed up, and what I mostly remember is that feeling of intense fullness. My favorite part, or actually the only part I enjoyed, was the brief tearing pain. Other than that, I feigned enjoyment until he finished up panting. It was my first time at sex, and my first of many faked orgasms.
John and I never fucked again after that, nor did I return his phonecalls for much longer. That might make me a heartless bitch in the eyes of many, but despite faking the feelings of pleasure, I couldn’t fake the emotional attachment that I didn’t feel. He’s married with a kid now, at 19. Glad it isn’t me.
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