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It was ten days after I had met him. It was the first time for both of us, we were both 18
(he was 18 plus 21 days, me 18 plus one day), freshmen at a rather well known, highly ranked college.

So the first night at college, there’s this gigantic get-to-know-
as-many-people-in-your-class type of event that has everyone in your class
on the football field running around doing silly things a la Simon Says and
constantly getting into and getting out of groups of all sizes. At the very begining
we got into groups by birthday month and I introduced myself to a bunch of
people, including this rather attractive guy. Then, about 2.5-3 hours later, towards the end of this thing,
I wound up paired with him. We talked a little- superficial get-to-know-ya stuff and then it was over.
So my roommate is the only person I really know so far, so I hook up with her and we head to another part
of campus where they’re having this outdoor dance party. I notice this guy looking kind of lost and
more-or-less following us, so when we get there, I start talking to him again.
My roommate disappeared, so we moved slightly away from the party to a place where we
could talk without yelling. Anyway, we got to know each other and the next day he asked me out to
dinner and afterwards completely surprised me by kissing me! (at that point in time, I was in a dying
relationship, had thought that perhaps it could be saved, and was NOT looking for a boyfriend). So, anyway,
we moved a lot faster and farther than I had ever had before. My pitiful few boyfriends up until then had
moved very slowly and were more friend than boyfriend… I had yet to have a guy remove an article of clothing.
And yet within a few days- less than a week!- I was nervous but okay with him taking off my shirt and bra and
kissing my chest and back. During the week of orientation, after an industrial makeout session in his room,
(and after three days of knowing him- although seeing him constantly, it was three DAYS) he asked me if I
would like to go farther. I was having my period, so I had a convenient excuse not to, but I was completely
caught off guard. I mean, he was the first guy that had shown any great interest with being physical…
not to mention that he was great in every other area as well- but he was the first guy who had ever shown an interest in
“going further”- and he had gone the furthest until then! So I had some time to think about it. We spent almost
all of our free time together the first week of classes and celebrated my 18th birthday by seeing “Apocalypse Now”. The next day- Friday-
my roommate went home for Labor Day weekend and wasn’t coming back until that Monday. Friday, a grup of my new friends wanted to
celebrate the first week of classes by going out. So I called my boyfriend and asked if he would like to come. He did. We walked
and had a great time at this cool restaurant. On the way back, he was making comments about how I was a smart ass and other ass-realted comments.
I remarked on how much he was commenting on my ass. He just smiled and said maybe that’s because I like it so much. I laughed it off. We got back to my dorm and he
came into my room. We were kissing while standing, and it was very quiet. I turned to fiddle around with something on my desk
when he said I don’t mean to sound forward, but am I staying the night? I said do you want to? He nodded and said yes, very softly. I said
okay. He went to get some things from his dorm, so I got undressed and changed into a teeshirt and flannel pants (romantic, aren’t I?),
rationalizing by thinking, well, this is me and if he does not like it, then he must not like the real me… trying all the while to not think too
much about the implications of what might happen that night, that I was going against everything my parents and education and even logic
said. I guess you can say I was following my heart.

So he came over. We lay down and kissed for a while and slowly my tee shirt came off. And after a terribly long time of kissing and caressing, he asked again if I wanted to
go further. I said that I had to admit that I had never been further. He said that neither had he. So my pants came off, then his. And a long time later, my underwear.
He used his hands so skillfully that I had to wonder if he had told the truth about never going any further. I had so many feelings- shock, pleasure, worry- even things like what will he think of my naked body/
Then he removed his underwear and put on the condom I got from the infamous sex talk. He tried to be gentle, but it was excruciating. So he used his hands, showed me how to use mine, and then I
learned by doing how to fellate. We then tried again, but again it hurt too much, so he finished with my hands. The next morning we tried again, this time successfully. I also told him that I loved him- the first time I said I love you
to anyone- and he said that he loved me too. We spent a great deal of that weekend gently making love (I was _very_ sore) and cuddling and just being together. I’m also happy to say that my worst fears-
that I would regret it all, that he would drop me, etc. were entirely unfounded. We’ve been going out for almost an entire year now and couldn’t be happier.

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