My first time had been long awaited. I had teetered, for a long time, back and forth between waiting for a boyfriend to have a romantic, awkward, first encounter with, or to instead find someone who’s skills had been a little more polished and try to really enjoy myself. I decided to go with option two.
Him and I had hooked up many a time before, but never went “all the way”, this time though was going to be different. After carefully choosing the right outfit, I stepped out of my house knowing I wouldn’t be a virgin when I came back. He scooped me up in his black coup and off we went to “catch up”. After smoking a little pot to become somewhat more relaxed I waited as he disappeared upstairs to set up our make out spot. Moments later, I found myself on a mattress on the second story porch overlooking the ocean and a vast dark sky sprinkled with millions of stars. It was incredible.
There wasn’t much talking that went on from that point. Within thirty seconds he had his hands all over my body and his tongue massaging mine. He was an amazing kisser. I knew that I would have to be the one to initiate so I gently pulled his hard on towards between my legs. He instantly knew what I was requesting to rightfully ask, “Are you sure?” I replied with a nod and he got up to get a condom. I lied under the stars waiting for him overflowing with anticipation. He returned and positioned himself between my spread legs and I let him de-flower me. There was no blood, no pain, and no tears, just pure pleasure. My body experienced a euphoric state that it had never reached before, and he was enjoying himself for damn sure. We both finished simultaneously and he softly collapsed on top of me. I opened my eyes and had an epiphany; I needed to do that again.
