Where it happened: Israel
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
At age 19 my college roommate and I decided to take a car trip from Florida up through the Blue Ridge Parkway, to Pennsylvania and back to Florida. When we were at the end of our trip we stopped in Daytona Beach. I was a virgin, she was not. We rented a motel room on the beach and hung out at a beach bar. We met two guys. One went back to our room with my roommate and the other, Bob, took me back to their room. I was very naive and a little scared. I sat at the bottom edge of the bed, thinking we were watching TV; Bob was lying in the bed and asked me to join him. I did. Then he told me to take off my clothes, that we would be more comfortable. I did. He promised nothing would happen. When he started to make sexual advances, I reminded him of his promise, but he was drunk and ignored me. I was soooo not ready and uptight that I don’t even know if he was hard enough to enter me. All I know is that he tried so hard that he tore my perineum open and I bled profusely. I didn’t say anything about it. He walked me back to my motel room. The next day my roommate informed me she changed her mind about coming all the way down to South Florida and was leaving me and my baggage in Daytona to take a bus home. The day after I arrived home I ended up at a free public clinic – lest my parents find out anything. Seven doctors examined me and determined that I was ripped and to let it heal itself without stitches. It wasn’t until 31 years later (last December) that I finally had my perineum repaired surgically. I don’t really consider this my first time because it was more like date rape, even though that concept didn’t exist 32 years ago.
My real first time could not have been scripted better. It was three weeks before my 21st birthday in 1977. A girlfriend and I were on an extended 3-month trip to Israel. We camped wherever we could as we traveled the country, hitchhiking (called tramping) the entire time. We made our way to an army base at Mt Massada. We got friendly with a couple of soldiers who were scheduled, in the late night, to do guard duty in an army tank way out in the desert overlooking the Dead Sea. They sneaked us into the tank where we traveled over some very rough terrain in the bottom of the tank. We were tossed around mercilessly for what seemed like forever! We landed deep in the desert and my soldier, Kobie, and my friend’s soldier took turns doing the guarding from the gun turret. While the other soldier was on duty, Kobie grabbed a large blanket and took me deeper into the desert behind a sand dune. There was a full moon. You could see every star and constellation in the sky. There was no light and no sound. It was as if we were the only two people on earth. He made love to me and it was heavenly. He had to bury the blanket in the desert – due to evidence that the first attempt by my date rapist had not penetrated me.
A short time later, the other soldier spotted a light heading toward our position and my friend and I were sent off into the dark into hiding behind a sand dune. It was the base Commander looking for the two American girls who had been seen with them and disappeared. They feigned ignorance, he left, and we went on to enjoy the rest of the evening with them.
I did see Kobie again before I left the country and I left with very sweet memories. No regrets!
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