Where it happened: My boyfriend's dorm room
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
My first time. This is weird to write about. He wasn’t my first boyfriend. He was my first real, serious, committed relationship, and my first true love; to this day, my only. We had been together for about seven months, and had been talking about sex for a long time. It’s not like we hadn’t been very close to doing it before; we went to different universities and had a long distance relationship, so instead of going months without seeing each other, he would come spend some weekends with me and stay in my dorm. I’d been ready to have sex for a while before he decided he was ready for it, and I was perfectly fine with waiting until he wanted it as much as I did.
The first time we had sex we were both virgins, and very clumsy; I was 19, he was 23, and we were in his dorm room. I was visiting him for a long weekend at his school, and it was St. Patrick’s Day. I’m not sure why I remember that. We had been hot for each other all day. While showing me around the art studio and fine arts building on campus, we found a tiny, dark hallway, and proceeded to have a very hot make out session that lasted almost an hour hidden away in the corner. During dinner, we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other under the table and kept making sexual jokes and innuendos. When we got back to his room, we started kissing and clothes came off pretty quickly, as per usual. I don’t remember exactly how it happened, but at some point he stopped kissing me and told me he had every intention of grabbing a condom from his desk drawer, and making love to me that night. I was excited at hearing that, but it was also the first time it occurred to me that I should be nervous about it. After making out for a while longer, he got up and put a condom on. We were perfectly comfortable around each other, but at that moment we were both nervous and a little awkward. After a bit of fumbling, I guided into me and he pushed up inside; or tried to. It was much more painful that I’d expected. I told him to go very slowly, and he made sure to be very gentle. I almost had to ask him to stop because of the pain, but, almost suddenly, it lessened and then it started to… feel good? It was nothing like I’d expected. He lasted longer than I’d thought he would, and I felt our relationship grow stronger as we learned to move together. I didn’t orgasm, but I absolutely loved every second, and didn’t seem to mind that I didn’t finish. Feeling him stiffen, his rhythmic thrusting become more sporadic, and hearing his soft moans near my ear as he came inside me was the most thrilling thing I’d ever experienced! When he was done, he relaxed and stayed inside me as he went flaccid, and I remember those few moments being absolute bliss. We were hot and out of breath, he was relaxed and laying on top of me, and we had our arms around each other. To this day, that is still my favorite place in the world to be: naked, skin to skin, with his penis still inside me as we recover from the best exercise ever! After a bit, he rolled off of me, took the condom off, and we drifted in and out of sleep for the next hour or so. Then, out of the darkness, I hear, “You wanna do it again?” Hell yes I wanted to do it again!
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