Where it happened: college dorm
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I was a sophomore in college, with a new job and a fresh perspective. I was pretty busy and wasn’t necessarily looking for romance, but Mr. Right doesn’t exactly announce his arrival. I met this great guy, James. We hit it off right away; for me, the attraction and connection were inseparable and instantaneous. Within two weeks we confessed our mutual feelings to each other, and within a month we were exclusively dating. It was a whirlwind experience for me; I had never even been KISSED before, and here came this guy completely out of nowhere that sweeps me off my feet. He was smart and funny and just got me. I had my first kiss during that month, after our first date. He was no virgin, but I had absolutely no idea what I was doing. It made me pretty self conscious, but he was patient with me and we practiced…a lot. Shortly thereafter, kissing turned into much more than that. About a month into our relationship, he came over one night. We were watching a movie in my bed and it was getting really late, both of us feeling really sleepy. I felt so comfortable and natural with him, so I felt completely at home with him in bed next to me. I turned off the lights and snuggled next to him. I asked him if he would kiss me, and he laughed and said of course. He kissed me slowly and all of a sudden I felt this fire ignite within me. I began responding to the kiss, still slow, but really intense. His hand reached under my shirt to unhook my bra and then he cupped my breast. Without hesitation, I took my shirt off. With my pants still on, I straddled him and we kissed for a few more minutes. That was as far as we got that night, but the nights that followed we got just a little further and further each time. I was at his apartment one day and we were playing a card game together. It was going on forever, so I suggestively told him maybe we should take a break. In his room. On his bed haha. He got the picture, and we went into his room. Within minutes, all clothes were gone. His roommate actually opened the door and I had to hide behind James’ body. Luckily the lights were off, and his roommate didn’t see anything and left as quickly as he came in. We continued to mess around. He went down on me and it was the most incredible thing I’d ever felt in my life. He asked if I would return the favor, and that was the first time I gave head. It was fucking empowering. I loved it. It made me feel sexy and strong and just…fucking great. Another two weeks later was going to be THE NIGHT. I had gotten us tickets to a show in the area, we were getting all dressed up. Afterwards, he was going to come over and it was going to happen…except. I was on my period. The worst timing possible. He came to my room and started taking my clothes off and then I stopped him and said, “no, just let me go down on you.” He asked me why, and I admitted to him that I was on my period. He was a little bummed, but I was like fuck dude I’m telling you I want to give you a BLOWJOB, don’t complain. About a week later, I asked him if he was free one night to come over. He knew exactly why. He said sure and he came over. It was really painful, but it was also really great. It was consensual. I was so attracted to him. I felt comfortable and safe with him. I trusted him. It was everything I could have asked for in a first time. Of course, it was a major bummer when he broke up with me two months later. And then half a year later got back in a relationship with me, only to break up with me AGAIN after 5 months of fucking me.
But in all honesty, I don’t regret anything that happened. What’s really important isn’t the first time. It’s the next time.
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