Where it happened: His House
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
Well- Who would have thought I’d be sharing this with a web site? But hey, all in good fun… I have read through some of these and they don’t at all seem like “first times,” but who am I to judge? In comparison, my “first time,” wasn’t really sweet, or tender. There wasn’t any real passion. And I’m probably not as descriptive as half of you out of there. Let’s face it, some of you could write for nude magazines.
The “first time” I had sex I was 16, and so was he. But he wasn’t a virgin, not that that made him experienced. I have since then had “real” sex, with far more experienced people. Not that I want to bash the poor guy either, after all, he was 16, and everyone knows the old adage about being young (and a little quick on the draw). He was my boyfriend, and we had done all the little things you do to one another short of actual penetration, during a relationship. Gosh- He use to get me so hot! And most of that was just from kissing… Come to think of it, I think the kissing was more erotic than anything. Except for having to come home and explain to your mother (who knows you’re a virgin) what you’re doing with bruised lips (facial, for those of you thinking pervertedly) and hickeys on your neck.
So we had kind of come to the point, where there wasn’t much else we could do to one another but “it.” And he had definitely been trying to get into my pants for some time. He gave me the big spiel the first couple of months we dated… He loved me so much? He wanted to be my first. I would remember this forever. Oh yeah, I sure would. I can’t say I really look on it as one of my fonder moments. But hey! You never forget your first time. To be honest, it really didn’t matter to me what he said. Sure, I liked to think he loved me, and that he really wanted to be with me, not that he was just trying to get laid, but honestly I think I just wanted to get laid too. All my friends were raving about how great it was! And heck, I was 16, I wanted to know! So the guy is starting to sound like that’s all he wanted right? Well, he wasn’t that bad of a person. He did just want to get in my pants at the time, but we did have a relationship with one another for six years following “our first time” together, so I guess after a while, he really did come to love me.
I’ve been trying to get this point, but it’s taking me a while, eh? Okay, so one day we come home from school and we go over to his house, and we’re all alone. His dad is at work. And I’m ready to do it. I’ve already resolved myself. About a week before he had bought some color condoms from the store and told me when I was ready to just whip them out. I always laugh about that. Imagining him going down all sheepish and embarrassed buying those condoms. Kin to the first time a woman has to buy tampons… Whew! But I guess that’s reserved for the “my first tampon shopping experience.” So we’re at his house and I just do it, I just whip out those Trojans. Kodak moment… You couldn’t have put a more surprised expression on a guy’s face. So we go into the bedroom and I lie down in the traditional “What now?” manner. So we get undressed, and I’m terribly modest, but I must not have looked to bad, because his eyes are really bugging… He lies on top of me, and he starts kissing me, and he is rock solid at this point. And he did have nice size, too bad about that, still no clue what to do with it, throughout our six years of dating… And it was such a turn-on, the fact that he was hard, it still turns me on to this day. Although I don’t generally associate that with him. Well he puts it in, just the tip at first and then he kind of inches his way in, I must give him credit, he was able to hold back for that minute or so, and it’s burning! I’m scorching with pain! But there’s no going back now… We have penetration. So he stops and waits, asking me if I’m alright… (touching, isn’t it?) And then I just kind of say “Sure.” So he pulls it out and puts on the green condom and then he’s back in and off to the races. So I’m just getting banged up against the headboard, just kind of flopping about, and before I even realize it’s not hurting as much, although I’m not feeling much of anything, except excitement that this is actually happening, he’s done and just laying there on top of me. Smothering me… And then he pulls out and looks down with this expression of horror. Okay, what’s that look for? So I kind of feel down there. And there’s this rubbery thing at the entrance to my cootch… That’s not the condom is it? Ding! Ding! Ding! We have a winner! It is! At this point I’m really wondering to myself, “This is what everyone’s talking about, this is what’s so great?” So I pull it out, icky, sticky thing it was and throw it away, without shuddering openly as if this happens all the time. The bed is soaked, I’m assuming it’s mostly from me. Small moment of embarrassment, but believe me, it couldn’t top his. But hey- At least I’m not a virgin anymore. That’s a good thing right? So that’s it! My first time… Ah!! Yep, I’m never going to forget that.
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