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14 in a playground, with my boyfriend who was 15, I'd told him I didn't want to, but I didn't press the issue *wishes she could go back and beat some knowledge into both of us*
He, of course, then went to school and told his best friend, who told everyone. I denied it all, and broke up with him.
My second time was at 14 too, he was 18, and while I should have been smarter, I was madly in love with him. Then we broke up because his ex was pregnant, man I hated her. Looking back I am almost amused at how dumb I was, and how grown up I thought I was.
My third was at 14 too, gah. This one was with a friend the 2nd had introduced me to, but I hadn't gotten to know until the summer, at, of all things, a church ski camp. Another one-off /sigh.
Wisened up a bit, and didn't have sex again til I was 16, and Jon was 17, we dated for a year and a half, but the sex was only in the middle of the relationship, but that's another story.
If we were allowed to change who our first was, make all the irrelevant ones disappear, Jon would have been the first.
Wow, that was a mountain made out of a molehill of a question. I'll stop there as the next is my husband.
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