Where it happened: My Parents House
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I had just started dating this Guy, and the relationship seemed to be traveling at a pretty fast pace. The relationship came about out 2 parts boredom, 1 parts attraction, and 1 parts teen angst.
I had been dumped by a guy before because we never had sex, and I thought I was okay with that until one day while making out with My Boyfriend. I asked him if he wanted to take things slow, have each step be meaningful? I could tel after I said those words that I didn’t really mean any of them. I was fine at the pace we were traveling for the most part, I was just worried about what to do when we got to the part where we get naked and “hug violently”. He said he wanted to take things slowly, and apologized for being too hasty.
About a week later we were at my parents house both of us reading books. For some reason or another I decided, or he decided, I don’t really think it matters, but one of us decided that it would be a good idea to make out. My parents were gone so in true teenage fashion things got a little carried away. (somewhere in all of this I guess I made it my mission to have sex with him, and it was going to happen today.)
The shirts came off pretty fast, Pants? that’s a different story. at first he resisted, and without words I continued to to work at the belt and button until he helped me. I did what any girl would do at that time, and played with him for a bit before moving to phase two. He saw me take my own pants off and sat up and covered himself. He told me that he thought we should wait, that we were moving too fast. “no we aren’t, trust me, you’ll like it” was all I said to him before putting a condom on him and sitting on top of him. he fought me for a little while, then decided to help me, then when he realized there was nothing to help with, he sat there and enjoyed it.
after he came I said “see? was that so bad?”
we got dressed and disposed of the evidence and cuddled for a bit. I remember thinking to my self that I wasn’t too impressed with what happened, I thought maybe I should have waited, maybe there was no amazing first times, and maybe I just did it wrong. Then I told my self I was over thinking it and went back to just enjoying the closeness.
7 months later it turns out that neither of us were really in love, and our curious infatuation had ended.
(I assure you I’m not a sociopath)
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