Where it happened: My house
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I had gone to a private school for my whole life up until the eighth grade, and it was only a month later when I had my first kiss and my first boyfriend. After that I was never single for more than two or three months. I was always in a relationship. I was so young, but I certainly had been through a lot romantically. I had had abusive relationships and perfect ones alike, but it wasn’t until I had met Mike that I really had fallen in love.
We met in March over the internet, when I was 15 1/2 and he was 16, and at the time I had around 5 or 6 guys interested in me. After three weeks he asked my father for permission to ask me to be his girlfriend (which is something that both of our families strongly believe in). My father, mother and brother all loved him, and on April 2nd it became official. After two months I knew I loved him, but it wasn’t until the end of June that I showed it.
Medically, I wasn’t a virgin. I had broken my hymen horse back riding when I was little. I knew it wouldn’t hurt very much, so it was just the emotional decision I had to make. WE had done everything except sex and had talked about it extensively. One day after school he came back to my house, and my mother went food shopping. We had alone time for two hours (which we very rarely got). WE started kissing, making conversation in between like we always did. Then things progressed and after an hour we laid naked in each others arms panting softly. We knew there was just one thing left to do, and the question hung in the air without ever being spoken.
He put his hand on my cheek and I looked into his eyes. I wanted to tell him I loved him but I wanted him to say it first, so those words were not said that day (he did tell me two days later, after driving an hour back from his vacation just to give me flowers and tell me). He opened his mouth, and closed it again. I asked him what he wanted to say and he insisted it was nothing. But a little bit of teasing later he sighed and gave in.
“I have a sexy, beautiful girl naked in bed with me right now, and she is all mine. She’s my girlfriend. I care about her so much and all I want to do make her happy.” I blushed and he wrapped his hands around me and kissed me. I could feel him growing yet again, his length temptingly pressed into the inside of my thighs. He suddenly went quiet and I asked what was on his mind. he basically repeated his previous speech and added “What do you think is on my mind?” I didn’t answer him and then he quickly added “But I would never push you, you know that right? We can wait years if you want. I will wait as long as you need, as long as you want.” It took me twenty minutes to make the decision. I looked into his eyes and said “Top drawer, left corner.” (That was where I kept a few condoms, just in case; and he knew that.) He looked at me and questioned me: “Are you sure? You know we don’t have to, you know I only want it of you’re completely sure.” I assured him that I wanted it.
Then I got up and got a condom and handed it to him. He put it on as I checked the time, the door, the driveway; just in case. Then I laid down in bed and he positioned himself on top of me. We only had half an hour so we didn’t waste any time. I was already really wet and he was ready. He kissed me to distract me and pushed in halfway. It hurt a little, possibly because he is very big. Then he looked at me and I nodded, and he pushed in all the way. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. He slowly started thrusting in and out, all the while asking if I felt okay. At first I wasn’t really enjoying it so me stopped and ate me out a little and we tried again. This time it felt a lot better, so he went faster. Then I was on top but that didn’t work out too well. I asked him what his favorite position was and he said he loved them all so we tried doggie style and it felt absolutely amazing. I guess the angle wasn’t right for him because he slipped out and we couldn’t get the angle back, so I flipped over on my back again.
He looked down and jokingly said “Wow, these don’t have much room.” He took the condom off and got another one. I watched, playing with myself to keep the mood up and thinking “Wow he’s got staying power.” He came over and pulled me to the edge of the bed and pushed in softly. He let out this sigh and I just went crazy. After ten minutes of hard pounding the alarm went off and we saw that he was already very late. We both sighed, and he pulled out. I wouldn’t let him leave until he was taken care of, so I gave him a BJ and he came quickly. I hid the condoms in the very bottom of my trash can and walked him to the door. We parted and I watched him walk down the block. Then it hit me. I had just lost my virginity. I cried a little and went upstairs to my room to get the smell out. When I lifted my pillow I saw a small envelope with my name on it in his handwriting. When I opened it, it was a poem he had written for me. The closure was one word: Amore.
I knew it was not a mistake. I knew I would not regret it. It might not have been the most romantic, but it was perfect enough for me.
I turned 16 in Sep. and he turned 17 in Dec. Our relationship isn’t perfect, but it’s us and that’s all we need.
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