I remember my first time very well. It was March 5th, 2001. I was 19 and a sophomore in college. He was 21/22 and working as a temp at an office at my college where I was a student worker. He was not a virgin, and the biggest piece of evidence was the fact that he was a father to a one year old.
We flirted for a couple of weeks and I decided I wanted to get to know him outside of work. I was dogsitting for a friend and asked him to come over for a movie and some cous cous. We made out on the couch while watching
But I’m a Cheerleader. Hands were exploring and he discovered my lacey underwear and was thoroughly turned on. It was purely by accident because I had no intention of sleeping with him. After some light begging by him and an inner dialogue by me I caved and led him to the guest room.
I hadn’t told him at that point, so right before he entered the uncharted waters I blurted out that I was a virgin. He took a moment to think about, but he was up to the challenge.
It was very weird. I was SO tight and he had a very hard time getting in. When he finally did, it hurt like hell. I was convinced that I wasn’t going to have sex again if it felt like that. He told me that most women enjoyed it, so after 20 minutes or so, we tried again. This time I was on top. I didn’t know what I was doing. He assured me that I would get better with practice and he would be willing to help me.
We dated for 4 months and had a lot of sex. It didn’t hurt, but I never got on top again because I was so self conscious about it. I was taking a class called Human Sexuality. Our final project was to write a paper about our own sexuality. I wrote about losing my virginity that semester...and got an A!
I only saw him once or twice after we broke up. I have no idea where he is. He was paranoid about having his personal information online, which is why a little google stalking didn’t produce much. I would like to see him again because I am definitely not self conscious about being on top anymore.
