Where it happened: my bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 7
Category: Straight
It was a week after our one year anniversary, which was also my eighteenth birthday. I had just graduated from high school, and we celebrated our newfound adulthood and commitment to each other by deciding to lose our virginities to one another.
My family went out of town for Labor Day weekend, so after dinner with some friends, we returned to me empty house.
We had seen each other naked countless times. We had started dating the previous summer, and with crazy hormones and too much freedom, we’d spent a vast majority of our time undressing ourselves and familiarizing ourselves with each other’s bodies. But it was still nerve-racking as hell.
We had talked about this decision, as it was monumental for both of us, and I was sure it was him I wanted to give my virginity to. We were madly, passionately, completely in love with each other and we wanted to do anything possible to feel closer to each other.
We started out kissing nervously on my bed, undressing with increasing gravity as each article of clothing fell away from our bodies. And as we were laying naked with each other, a situation we had been in a thousand times before, it came down to it.
He’d brought condoms and lubricant, because we were both nervous about how it was going to feel for me. He sat back and I placed the condom on the head of his penis and unrolled it down his shaft, an action I’d performed only once before in a bout of curiosity. He squeezed some lubricant into his hand and rubbed onto me. I wanted him, but I was too nervous to be as wet as he usually made me.
I laid back and laid between my legs. It was an innocent and amateur struggle to get my body relaxed enough to let him enter me, and if he ever questioned my virginity, the tightness of my body at that moment erased all doubts.
It didn’t hurt as badly as I thought it would. I don’t know if that’s because he was so gentle and loving, or because girls talk things up. I guess I would describe it as mildly uncomfortable but after a few thrusts, I felt comfortable with him in me, and then it even started to feel good.
We maintained eye contact through the whole process and it was the most intimate, loving thing I could ever imagine. He pulled out when he came, and we tried to have sex a few more times afterwards, but I was pretty tender from our initial endeavor.
Despite its awkwardness and discomfort, I would describe this night as one of the most special nights of my life. We are still together, still in love, and we make love to each other about three to four times a week. We plan to get married once we graduate.
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