Where it happened: my bedroom in my parents house
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
Well I just turned 15, and I had been with my boyfriend for about 7 months and obviously we were totally “in love”. While he had a bit more experience than me, we we both virgins, although we had been doing “everything but intercourse” since very early into the relationship. Now neither of our parents would leave us alone for more than 10 minutes at a time (now, if they ever knew or ever were a teenage boy they’d know this was more than enough time, but regardless….)and we did not want to be rushed our “first time”. They would leave us if they walked down the street or ran to the store, but a longer period of time alone was not acceptable.
On this particular day, my boyfriend’s mom was dropping him off at my house in about 40 minutes (neither of us had our liscence) and my 8 year old sister wanted to go for a bike ride. So knowing there was a bit of time before there needed to be a chaperone at the house, my dad decided to take her out to ride for a bit.
20 minutes passed. 30 minutes passed. 45 minutes passed.
then my boyfriend showed up, we were upstairs making out, but not wanting to do anything more as my dad would be home any minute. Another 20 minutes passed. the phone rings.
Me: “Hello?”
Dad (on phone): “Hey, Shell. I dont want to freak you out but I need to bring your sister to the hospital.”
Me:”What??! Is she okay? what happened?!”
Dad: “She will be fine, she fell off her bike, and smashed her head open, she’s definately going to need stitches. She’s more scared than anything else. But obviously there was a bit of a detour, so we won’t be home for a while.”
Me:”Are you SURE she’s okay?”
Dad: “yes.”
Me: “Are you POSITIVE?”
Dad: “Shell, I promise you, she’ll be fine. I have to go, we’ll see you later, bye.”
*Hangs up phone*
Me: “Well my sister smashed her head open, so they are going to the hospital.”
Boyfriend: “So….Do you want to?”
Me: “Yeah, sure.”
Now he’s still freaked out that someone could come home, so we take off the minimal amount of clothing (he may have actually even still been wearing his boxers). So he sits on the side of the bed and I straddle him (in my inexperienced mind i didnt realize that this was a “good penetration” position and that it may not be ideal for my first time). So i bite my lip in pain for the next (luckily few) minutes to follow, until it was over.
*Silence for a minute or so*
Boyfriend: “that was awesome.” *looks at clock* “Oooh! Pinky and the Brain is on!”
He then jumps up and runs downstairs, leaving me half naked and sore, sitting in my bedroom.
I have told my sister this story in recent years, apparently using her trip to the emergency room as an opportunity to lose my virginity makes me “a huge asshole”. Who knew?
I still giggle everytime I see the scar on her forehead.
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