Where it happened: His House
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 9
Category: Straight
Well, we had been dating for a good eight months. It was exactly a month after I’d turned fifteen, and he was eighteen. The school year had just started and I was a sophomore. He was a junior.
We were “in love”, or so we thought. Now looking back on it, we were both pretty immature, but our first time having sex was kind of sweet in its own way, but very awkward. We were both virgins at the time and we thought since we’d been dating such a long time, that we should have sex. We’d done just about everything but, anyway.
I called this “Playing Sims” because he’d just bought The Sims 2 for his PlayStation and we would stay in his room for hours playing it when I would come over. His mom hated the door being closed but his dad never really noticed or cared, he’s legally blind anyway. So one night, on our eight month anniversary, we were playing Sims, and then got a little distracted with each other. We were laying on his bed and breathing hard, and I think he whispered in my ear that he wanted to have sex. I told him I did, too. He asked me if I was ready, because I was younger than him. I assured him that I was, and then he left the room to go get a condom and to put one on. He never did put a condom on in front of me, and I never thought much of it until after we broke up…
Anyway, he came back with the condom on and closed the door behind him. His mom wasn’t home from work yet, so it was a perfect opportunity. I took off my jeans, and he took off his, but only pulled down his boxers. I never thought much of it until I gained a bit more experience. We didn’t take off our shirts or anything, and I don’t think we ever saw each other completely naked. We weren’t THAT comfortable with each other yet. I was extremely nervous at that time, with him laying on top of me and breathing in my ear and I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect. I don’t know if I knew I was completely ready yet, but I knew that it was going to happen anyway. He asked me one more time if I was ready. I told him yes. And then…he just pushed in.
It was so much pain. So much pain. It felt like I was being broken apart. Like something completely huge had just shoved its way in when there was no possible way it could fit. It hurt so much. I made him stop and then I caught my breath and the pain faded a little. I told him I was okay again, and he began again, very slowly. It really wasn’t pleasurable at all for me, it felt like there was a small fire down there. It burned. I was starting to think that maybe he could go a little faster, but I didn’t tell him that because I was just trying to get used to this new sensation. The pain kind of dulled, but it didn’t ever go away and it didn’t feel good at all. Finally, he finished, and it was kind of an awkward thing. Neither of us really knew what to do. He just pulled out, got up, and went to the bathroom. I pulled on my jeans (very gingerly of course) and sat on his bed and thought about what we’d just done. When he came back into the room, I went to the bathroom and peed (which hurt SO MUCH!) and washed my hands and just looked at myself in the mirror. I guessed that I didn’t look any different at all, even though I was no longer a virgin anymore.
I went back to his room and I think we might have talked about the sex we’d just had. I don’t really remember. I think he just talked about how it was good, and I probably lied and said it was good too. Even though I had some weird feelings about it, as time passed during that night I was kind of glad that we did it, or at least a little excited. His dad called us down to dinner, and then that was that.
I guess I don’t really regret losing my virginity to him, he was my first ever boyfriend, and the first person I thought I loved. Even though I wasn’t sure if I was ready then, I’m still having sex and I know that I’m ready now. Now, almost two years later, I have a new boyfriend who I love very much. More than I ever thought I could imagine. We’re having sex and it’s such a difference. I’m just glad that I could make his first time much better than mine, because I don’t think there is anything better than being able to be so very close with someone you love so much. I hope that many more people have better first times than I did, but that was mine and there’s not much else I can say about it other than even though it wasn’t the best or with the best person, I don’t regret it because it showed me what sex should NOT be like.
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