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Let me see if I can help shed some light on your situation. I was born and raised Catholic. I waited until I was close to 19 before I lost my virginity. I came from a very restrictive and authoritarian household. The guy I lost it to had been my boyfriend on and off since I was fifteen years old. Part of the reason I held back was for one, everything I had been taught. For two, I was terrified of my parents, and believed that they would somehow know. Three, the friends that I had at the time would have looke down on me if I had. I was afraid that if I went off to college and things didn't work out between myself and my love, that I would be spoiled goods.
That was fourteen years ago. Once I moved out of my parents house, was exposed to divergent view points, made guy friends (therefore gaining perspective into the male psyche, and learning that most men would rather have a woman that knows what she's doing in the bedroom and is confident in her sexuality) and had a few experiences of my own....I came to find that I'm a very sexual person, and have embraced my sexual nature with gusto.
That said, give her time. Wait until she is in a different environment, and you have proven that the distance thing will work. Then she may be more comfortable giving herself to you. Also, there is a difference between f*@%ing, having sex and making love. When you've been around the block a few times, you'll recgonize the difference. While all three are great, for a virgin with her background, make sure that the first time is special. Don't just decide one night to get it on on the couch with the TV blaring in the background.....When she says she's ready, plan it out and pull out all the stops...Flowers, candles, a picnic dinner...whatever, it will help make that first time smoother, more memorable and special. For a woman the difference between a good first time and and uncomfortable first time can make all the difference as to how she views sex down the road.
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