Where it happened: Summer cabin in Maine
Langauge: english
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
We were playing music at a festival in Maine. I had just turned 19, she was a year or two older. I had pursued her all summer; she was blond and cute. Eventually, she let me kiss her and touch her breasts, and we would sleep together, but never actually make love. She had had at least one lover; I had come close but never really had a sexual relationship. She was still with a boyfriend back home, but clearly had her doubts about him. One night, I think we both got tired of frustrating each other and ourselves. I remember she asked me if I was serious about her. I actually wasn’t, and I didn’t exactly lie, but I said what I needed to to get her to take off her panties; I’m not real proud of it. I remember I tried to enter her too soon and she chided me, “I’m not ready yet!” I pretended to be more experienced than I was. It was very relaxed and easy somehow when it happened, I lasted long enough and pleased her. I remember being overcome with sleep afterwards, trying to listen to her talk about the wonderful feeling overtaking her but going unconscious–typical man! I started growing a beard right after this; I guess I had proven something to myself. One last weird memory: after I got out of bed I had to urinate, and the urine had a powerful hormonal smell that my urine had never had before. I had a memory flashback from early childhood of noticing that smell in my father’s urine.
She was a very nice person; I believe she lives in Prague now. I was too young and too much of a punk to treat her as she deserved.
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