Where it happened: my living room floor
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I had just turned 16, and my boyfriend, who was 17, had taken me to Underground Atlanta to celebrate. There were a few bars down there where they didn’t ask for I.D., and it was the first time I got a real buzz from drinking. This was the 70’s, and I was wearing a slinky flowered maxi dress with a low-cut neckline; I don’t remember what he was wearing.
The only clear memory I have of the evening is of us lying on the living room floor of my apartment, all the way over near the sliding doors. Everyone in my family was asleep. My boyfriend must have said something which convinced me that the time was right – we had dated for a year and a half, and had only done a lot of heavy making out.
He was on top of me, kissing me, and it’s a sweet, but not particularly hot, memory. I thought I was so in love, and I was drunk and he was pulling my dress up around my waist. I began to get wet, and then he was inside me. It was his first time too, so it didn’t last long, but it felt good. I remember it wasn’t too painful, only an odd feeling, like being impaled on something hard, but liking it. He pulled out when he was ready and came on my flat belly, warm and sticky. I didn’t come, but I was too young or ignorant or drunk to care. He lay on top of me for awhile after he finished, breathing heavily. He may have said “I love you” – I don’t remember – and I looked up at the streetlight shining through the curtains. Wetness began to seep out from between my legs, and I felt a sort of twinge of sadness, a vague emptiness, and I thought something like, “That was it?” But it was sweet to lose it to someone I loved, even though it didn’t last.
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