Where it happened: In Frankie's Bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 6
Category: Straight
Dear Readers/Whomever It May Concern,
Thank you for sharing your experiences. I enjoyed reading them very much; it doesn’t matter whether they were real or not though smiles. Anyway, I’d like to take this opportunity to share my experience too, and this is a REAL story about how I lost my “precious gift from God” for the first time. I hope you will enjoy it.
I was born and grew up in a conservative minded (Buddhist) family. My father passed away when I was 10. My mother who was a very strict and conservative minded person was the one who supports the family since then. It is definitely against our culture and religion to have sex before marriage. I live with this believe that a girl must preserve her virginity for her only legal husband to ensure a happily-ever-after marriage life. If she couldn’t wait until she got married, then in future she must marry the guy who took her virginity away. If she marries another guy, her marriage life will be filled with pain and misery.
I started dating Frankie, my 2nd boyfriend in early January 1993. He was 6 months older, handsome, caring, kind and rich. We were so very much in love with each other and went on steady ever since. Frankie was the first guy whom explores me to my first kiss and petting. Unfortunately, about 2 months later, he had to go to another town to further his study and work (at his uncle’s company). There’s nothing I can do to stop him from leaving. However our relationship still go on through the phone.
2 months later, I met Richard at my new working place. He was a year older, charming and has a nice athletic body. He works there as an instructor and has a lot of admirers. After knowing each other for almost 2 months we started dating (without Frankie’s knowledge).
Richard and I just couldn’t resist from being attracted to each other. He was a one great kisser. His kisses are heaven needless to say his touches. Everytime when we touched he will make my wildest fantasy came to reality. But somehow, I always knew where to stop when we have gone too far. I always thought that Richard might not be the right person. Richard however understood, he never pushes me to do anything without my own will.
We dated for a short 5 months before I have to bring our relationship to an end as Frankie returns. I knew I’d break Richard’s heart by going back to Frankie’s arm. But I also knew that I made the right choice and decision. Richard was nice, but he was too beautiful. He was desperately wanted by a lot of other girls. I even heard rumors about his relationship with numerous rich-middle-aged ladies. We never really talked about it though because I didn’t really bothered to find out about how true was the story that his own bestfriend told me.
Richard was hurt terribly that he cried as I told him about my decision, but there’s nothing he can do. About 3 weeks later, he resigned. He told me that he’s going to work as a diver in a resort on an exotic island out of town. His bestfriend told me that he would make me regret for breaking up with him. After he left, I never saw nor heard from him again until now.
The relationship between Frankie and I went on really well. Although we cannot see each other as often as I could with Richard (since we were working in the same company), and although he’s not as capable as Richard was in petting, still he’s more caring and respectful. He paid a lot of attention and respect to my conservative-minded family and my strict mother. He loves me unconditionally. It makes me love him more and more and makes me feel really happy and proud to be by his side.
One day, 4 months later, somewhere in February 1994, I took a day leave from work without letting my family know. I wanted to spend the whole day with Frankie. Frankie was so happy and excited about it. He fetched me up rather early that cloudy morning. We then had breakfast together and then went on shopping. We had our lunch at a seaside restaurant and then spent half of the afternoon walking hand in hand along the beach. Frankie then invited me to his house so that we could have a good rest before taking me home in late afternoon. I could imagine what he wanted. I can see it through his eyes and feel it from the way he holds me as we kissed. I needed him too, so badly I must confess, but will I be able to guard my virginity this time, is he the right guy?
We eventually reached his house in that rainy afternoon. I remembered the time was 3:00 something and there was completely no one in the house. He led me to his room and made me sit on his bed. I’ve been to his house several times occasionally but we never spend the time alone in his room like this. I guess God must really want it to happen this time.
He put on the song I recorded personally just for him for his Valentine’s gift. We sang along together, laid on the bed side by side, holding hands. As the first song finished, he looked deep into my eyes and told me how much he loves me. We started kissing and caressing each other’s body. I feel so comfortable and I got aroused immediately. We went on farther and farther. Soon we were both naked. I felt rather embarrassed as my naked body revealed completely before his eyes. But it was only for a little while as soon as he went on caressing me gently and telling me about how beautiful I am. He kissed and caressed me all over my body, from head to toe. I couldn’t stand the passion and the heavenly feelings I felt that time, I wasn’t that strong enough to stop it from happening either. I was enjoying it completely and was giving my automatic responses (except for touching his penis). My body shivered with pleasure, I can feel his body was shivering too. I couldn’t open my eyes, as it seems that I was flying and dreaming. But soon, as he tries to penetrate me, I was shocked, I feel pain; it was so painful that I wish he would stop. I pushed his body away a bit hoping that he’ll understand what I wanted. He then looked at me and smiled. He apologized. We were sweating all over as if we already had hours of intercourse. I bleed a bit. The clock shows 10 minutes to 5 in the afternoon, which means we’ve been petting/trying to have sex for almost an hour! Normally, I have to get home by 5:30 p.m., which means I have to get ready to go home immediately.
Frankie might feel frustrated by our first time, but if there’s a first time, there will be a second time.
One night, 2 days later, I went to Frankie’s uncle’s party. It was such a lucky night because my mother gave me permission right away without grumbling a bit, provided I have to get home by 11:00 p.m.
The party was pretty grand. All of his family members were present. After dinner and hanging around for little while, Frankie then again invited me to his house to spend quality time together. I didn’t reject his invitation, as I knew that I would get those heavenly feelings I missed again (not the pain though).
Frankie didn’t switch on the light of his room, instead he leave the light of the corridor outside of his room on. Without words we already knew what we wanted, what we really needed. We started kissing and caressing each other. We both had seemed gotten hornier and wilder than we were 2 days ago. Every touch seems so good and heavenly. He licked me all over my body, which drove me crazy. I’d rather stay this way without making any intercourse when I remembered the pain. But Frankie won’t leave my virgin pussy alone. He again for the second time tried to penetrate me. It felt as painful as it was 2 days ago but Frankie seemed had gotten smarter. He’ll stop for a while and proceed kissing and touching me when he finds out that I’m in pain. He tried again and again until finally I can feel his penis shoved inside me. It felt so weird. I imagined my hole was filled with his long penis and the worst thing was when I realized that I had lost my virginity! I felt so sorry for myself. I felt very guilty and the only person I thought about was my mother. I cried, as if Frankie was rapping me. He was shocked, stopped and switched on the light immediately. He hugged me and asked what was the matter, I told him that I am now in a dilemma. He consoled me and told me that no matter what happened he’ll be by my side giving me unconditional support and love. He’ll prove it that he is the right guy for me.
He then led me to the bathroom to clean myself. We found blood spots on the sky-blue bed sheet. It hurt so badly when I wash my vagina. Frankie shows me his skinned penis. It bleeds! I guess this is not only my first time but also as well as his too.
We made love many times since then (when there were opportunities). My mother didn’t know that I had lost my virginity since I was 19. After my 22nd birthday, my mother never stops me from seeing Frankie whenever I wish. In fact she likes him a lot. We weren’t really staying together but I’ll stay at his place during weekend and sometimes will have my dinner at his house after work. Frankie’s parents are great and supporting persons.
Like all normal couples do, we did encounter a lot of temptations along the way, but we managed to maintain our relationship in a good shape. We got married recently on January 16th 1999. However still we didn’t plan to have kids. Frankie and I preferred pulling out method as a way to avoid pregnancy. Our sex lives has gotten better and better, even better than it was before, so does our relationship. Thanks to maturity giggles.
I am glad that I’ve made the right choice. Frankie is the real Mr. Right. He is the love of my life, my first kiss, my first sexual partner, my husband and my bestfriend. Thank God for leading me along the way.
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