Where it happened: dorm room
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
My first year of college had just come to a close. And what a year it was. There was probably not even a quarter of the student population left on campus when it happened. Anyway, there was this guy, Ben, who was more an associate than a friend, but he was easy enough to get along with. In the beginning of spring semester, we had fooled around but that was it. He was not a virgin, that was for sure. So, a bunch of us (he, I and our friends) were hanging out and watching movies. Ben and I had been flirting most of the evening, and I decided to go take a shower so I went back to my room. After I got out of the shower, Ben approached me in the hallway and invited me to his room. I knew that this meant fooling around for sure and I was up for it. I got dressed and went to his room. Right off the bat, he asked me what my limits were. I remember saying that I didn’t want to have sex (at that time I was terrified that it would hurt like hell and I’d automatically wind up pregnant). He said that that was okay. So, we started making out and soon enough the clothes were being shed. I wasn’t totally inexperienced at the “tender” age of eighteen. I had both given and recieved oral sex before. Anyway, Ben really knew his way around a woman’s body, that was for sure. He was fingering me and going down on me at the same time and nothing had ever felt that good. I began to change my mind about whether or not I wanted to have sex. When I brought up the idea of us doing the deed, he said that he did have a condom, but he wanted to make sure that I was sure. I decided I was, so he put on his condom (for those that care, he was probably between 7 and 8 inches). The next thing I know, I feel him pressing into me. It never really hurt, it just felt a little uncomfortable until I got used to it. He gave it to me inch by inch. I remember being surprised when he told me that it was all the way in. Then we started to move. It felt great (and so was born another nympho). I know I’ll never see this man again (he’s since graduated), and I also don’t regret losing my virginity in a fling. He was very good to me and went slow. He didn’t pressure me at all and was very respectful. It wasn’t overly painful and it wasn’t messy at all (I didn’t bleed). Since then, I have had a couple good lovers (okay, one of them was great) and have had the pleasure of deflowering a virgin as well. Sex can be a beautiful thing, especially when you’re with someone you’re very comfortable with the person you’re with and if you’re smart about it. So, that’s my story.
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