Where it happened: My dorm room
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I had just begun a semester-long study abroad program with my university. I was 19 at the time and it was my first time living on my own, away from my parents.
In early September, I had met Paul. He was 23, and completely charming. Best of all, he seemed completely into me. I had no idea why – I didn’t see myself as anything special. Our first date was in the middle of September. It was my first date, and my first kiss. We moved incredibly quickly – by our third date, he had gotten my clothes off. By the end of the month, we were officially a couple and he started spending weekends and some weeknights sleeping in my room. We would engage in making out, oral sex, and mutual masturbation during these nights, but ultimately we would stop before getting too into things.
I made a conscious decision that I would lose my virginity on our one-month. We were supposed to attend a dinner that night, but it ended up being cancelled. Instead, we went into London to a show and came home to get suitably smashed. After stumbling back to my place from the pub, we drunkenly launched into a make-out session. We both helped each other out of our clothes.
I began touching him and rubbing his cock, taking him into my mouth, sucking and playing with his balls. He was grasping at my breasts, squeezing them tightly. I could feel he was getting ready to cum, so I stopped. I laid on my back and he began kissing my breasts and my stomach, working his way down to my clit, which he licked and flicked with expertise. I was so drunk out of my mind that every touch felt intensified. I knew I liked him so much and I wanted him to be my first.
I reached over to my night table and opened the drawer. I had been keeping three condoms that I had picked up at the pharmacy. When Paul saw them, he looked surprised. I kissed him deeply and told him I wanted him in me.
At first, he was hesitant, asking if I was sure. I told him that I was very drunk at the moment and I wanted to do it. When he heard that, he replied, “Oh, don’t say that!” He didn’t feel right about taking advantage of me in my state. I looked him straight in the eyes and told him that I had gotten so drunk in order to have the confidence to have sex with him for the first time. I didn’t tell him that it was my first time, period. Again, he asked if I was sure, and I answered, “Absolutely.”
He took the condom from me, and ripped open the wrapper. I kissed his chest as he put on the condom. Then he gently took my in his hands and lay me on the bed. He pressed his chest to mine and began kissing my neck. I could feel him rubbing the outside of my vagina, rubbing around my opening to be able to guide himself in. He inserted his thumb and forefinger, creating an opening. He shifted his knees and body forward, until I felt the tip of his penis touching my vagina. Slowly, he attempted to penetrate, but the angle of my body was off. He pulled me closer to him, and tried again. This time, he forced himself in me with one gesture. It was an excruciating pain initially, though I know he tried to be gentle, as he thrust in me. I held his neck close to mine, our heads close together, and my legs wrapped around his waist. I closed my mouth and tried to seal my pained cries, but whimpers emerged. I assume he thought they were sounds of pleasure because he couldn’t see my face.
He continued for about five minutes before he let out a loud groan and raised his body from mine. The pain had number slightly, and I could feel his easily going in and out of me. He held my waist up by his hands and gave it to me hard for half a minute before cumming and collapsing on top of me.
When he caught his breath, he kissed my forehead, full of glistening sweat, and got up to remove the condom and throw it in the garbage. After he’s finished, I went to use the bathroom to pee. As soon as I could feel my urine, I felt intensely sharp pains in my vagina. I looked down to find that I was bleeding fairly badly. I thought I had started my period, but the blood was so red. I figured it must have been from the breaking of my hymen. I pulled on my underwear and a pad to collect the blood. I joined Paul in my bed where he lay naked.
I bled for three days, but I didn’t mind too much.
Despite the intense pain of my first time, I don’t regret anything about it. It was with someone that I cared about, and who had treated me like a gentleman. We continued to casually sleep together for some time before he declared he loved me. We’ve been together since.
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