Where it happened: boyfriend's house
Langauge: english
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I was nicknamed “the virgin” in high school because I never drank or smoke or had sex or anything like that. It wasn’t really because I didn’t want to but because I wasn’t one of those people that was invited to do those kind of things. Yeah I’ll admit when I was younger I had planned to wait till marriage, as I got older my resolution slowly broke down from marriage to long relationship, to guy I’m in love with, to whenever I feel like losing it. A few months after I graduated I met this guy and the first time we hung out I drank vodka, which to me just tasted like soda so I’m not very impressed with alcohol so far. the second time we hung out I ended up having sex with him. Let me just go through how i THOUGHT it was gonna be, and how it really was. It wasn’t my wedding night, I didn’t love him, and it definitely wasn’t romantic. There weren’t any softly lit candles, slow music or sweet words. There was a couch in his basement, a strong taste of cigarettes, faint smell of wet dog, and the awkwardness of being a virgin doing it with someone who had done it a LOT before. It was painful, and although it started to feel good for a bit, it became really uncomfortable and I had to stop. So we relaxed on the couch while he smoked a cigarette. Now don’t get me wrong it wasn’t horrible and I don’t regret it. But it wasn’t exactly how I imagined giving myself away. He was sweeter than a lot of other girls’ firsts though. He continuously asked me if I was okay and still texted me days after without ulterior motives. I guess to sum it up I was simply old enough to know better, but still too young to care.
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