Where it happened: an apt
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 4
Category: Straight
First time… who can ever forget it? Although it wasn’t
the best ever, I still remember it pretty well. So here it
goes.
I was just 15 and young and naive and madly in love. He
was three years older, slept with a lot of girls by then and
didn’t love me then. It seemed all he wanted was to have
sex and I was scared to no end, resisted, postponed, made up
excuses, etc… It just happened one day… It was january
the 11, and there was a disco at the skating rink. We were
both there and it was a month after we broke up. I was quite
upset and he could see it very well. He danced with every
girl but me and I was feeling so hurt. It was downstaires,
in the basement. And at some point one of the girls in the
disco came up to me and said HE wanted to talk and asked her
to tell me to come to the hallway. But there were people
going through it eveyr now and then, so I told her, I’ll
wait for him upstairs, in the lobby, and so I did.
He came and as we approached each other I was about to
burst out crying. He looked at me and asked why was it I
was so sad… I couldn’t really say anything, so he just
hugged and kissed me. We came up talking, out to the rink,
rather above the rink, where the seats were. We were standing
there, he held me and I was telling him just how much I loved
him and missed him this month. We started kissing and it
felt so good… or was it just love? And at some point I
just thought… I thought I wanted him, so I told him I wasn’t
a woman and he has made me one. A woman in my mind. I might
have been wrong. So he looked at me and asked me whether I
wanted to have sex… I said yes.
He proposed that we go up, to the very top where the large
and most “comfortable” seats were. I started refusing, I
got scared. Oh how well I remember the place, the large
windows and the moonlight coming in the window, and us,
standing in this moonlight, kissing.
No, it wasn’t so romantic as it may seem so far. He was a
little drunk, I was a little too nervous. He unzipped my
jeans and pulled them down… making love while standing
up for the first time wasn’t the best idea, probably… he
couldn’t get in, I was getting worried and scared. He then
laid me down on one of the seats and got on me… it didn’t
hurt. Not at all and he didn’t even realize whether he
really got in or not. After just a short while it was all
over and he stood up. I stood up, too, dressed… wanted
to kiss him. The worst thing he could’ve done, he turned
away from me and told me to go back down, so noone would
think anything ’bout us or just come up to see, whether we
were still here.
Of course, noone did. I was quite understandable and tame…
I turned around and started walking down the steps, but, boy,
was I hurt by him being this way. After I gave everything
to him, I could have, and in fact I did, expect at least
some attention! I turned around couple times and finally,
pissed, he came after me and said “okay, okay, I am coming”
and went down the steps with me…
Afterwards he didn’t call for a couple weeks, I didn’t see
him nearly as often as I wanted to. It wasn’t only after
significant amount of time that he started loving me, but
everything he did — breaking up with me, treating me this
way after the first time — I couldn’t forgive. I broke up
with him almost two years later, and I haven’t seen him ever
since, although we stayed “friends”.
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