was somewhere between 6 and 9 to my cousin, is hazy and it doesn't come up in family conversations, though drug use has helped me tell friends to their delight.

Wow, I'm almost embarrassed to say 21. I had a crush on a girl at school and threw this huge hotel party at a Knight's Inn had a conference room and the 2 adjoining bedrooms, one was mine the other was for drunks so they didn't have to drive. I did this hoping she'd come. (She did with another guy....)

Around 4 AM the party ended and I went into "my room" that had been invaded by a lady I barely knew naked on my bed. We ended up having sex until checkout. We stayed friends but never talked of that night.

She was damn good and could do this vagina twisty thing with me in her..... that I have never had another woman be able to do. Hard to explain.... it was like she twisted her vagina around my dick and pulled.... course being the first time maybe it was just my imagination.

I was 18. I waited two years past the legal age, and gave it to someone I thought was special who turned out to be a rat. I wasn't that upset though, I just wanted it over with.

Still got it at 23.

17, i had no idea what i was doing.

I was 18, she was 18. Five and a half years ago now. We're still together.

-Tamerlain

I was 15 at the time with my 15 year old girlfriend, who I'm currently dating.

21. She was getting frustrated because we'd been going out for awhile and I was hesitant, so we got a little tipsy one night and she just grabbed it and jumped on top.

I was 22. smooth was fresh out of prison and I was tired of waiting. besides, he convinced me that if God was all knowing and knew the future and the present and the future were the same to Him, then He saw us as married (since we were definately getting married) and it wasn't a sin.

yeah, well it worked anyway.

together for 9 and married for 5.

I lost it just last October to the girl I'm going to spend the rest of my life with. I wouldn't want it any other way.

18.

sweetpea

Somewhere in all the posts, there is one about me still having mine. That's not true anymore. I lost mine at 23.

Same still goes...though with a couple more partners and a bit more perspective, I've had much better sex since then...even since that post...

I think I was 13. (I'm 73 now and the past is a little fuzzy.) First I tried in on my bed while my mother was in the kitchen. I was not able to gain entrance. We tried it again in the basement and finally I managed. It wasn't a loving experience though we told each other we were in love. It was many years before I learned how to provide pleasure for the girl.

So...this was 60 years ago, or around 1945.
I just wanted to point out, for the benefit of the "youngsters", how little things have actually changed over the years. The more things change...the more they stay the same.
I now return you to your regularly scheduled thread.

[edit] Damn...I started this thread almost 3 years ago?

Bill...it makes me think of the stories my grandfather told me about his young sex life (some very funny stories, including one about how my great-grandmother looked the other way when my grandmother stayed over)...and the tales my mother told me about doing it on her parents' couch while her folks were asleep upstairs...

Yeah, things haven't changed a whole lot, that's for sure.

I was 18, very close to turning 19. She was 23ish. Awkward as fuck. It's kinda fuzzy now.

The day before my 18th birthday. He was 18 at the time. It was romantic and everything I had hoped for.

I think I was either 16 or 17... it was boring as hell. The girl was a year younger than me. We did it a couple more times and it did get better. She was my last, since then I have decided to wait for someone special (I think I have a good friend who might take that position if she wants it). That plus the fact that I am paranoid about STD's and would never trust doing it with anyone other than a good friend, but if they are a good friend I also dont want to ruin that by sex. But all in all I am pretty satisfied with my current position and don't feel like I am missing out on anything.

Oh, yeah.

I'm gonna bump this one. This was the first thread that I had ever started. A lot of the "old timers" will remember some names of some very prolific members that haven't been around in ages.

I was 18 he was 19, and one of my closest friends.

He had a huge cock, so I am really glad my hymen wasn't intact when I lost my virginity.

I always get a strange sensation of loss whenever I read really old threads like this one (or some others which have been recently bumped). Maybe loss isn't quite right. Maybe it's more curiosity or nostalgia or something. Anyway, I wonder where they are and what they're doing and why they left.

Just so it's not a total threadjack (and because I inexplicably missed this post), I was 23 and it was with the girl who would become my wife. We'd known each other a few hours when it happened. Our compatibility has really never been a question. :)

I'll contribute to the bump, since it was done by the author :)

I was 17, a freshman in college, and dating another freshman. She was the first girlfriend I ever had, was a dancer, and had the most incredible body. Anyhow, we dated for a couple weeks, with some pretty hardcore make out sessions and petting. Finally, she told me she wanted to do it. I told her that was fine with me, but she would have to guide me through it because I was still a virgin.

I think she really liked that idea, so we proceeded with the act. I was nervous as hell, and while I performed adequately, I did not have an orgasm. I was too worried about where things went, how fast to go, etc. :)

Anyhow, we dated for about 6 months. She was nominally a good Catholic girl. so there were plenty of things she wouldn't do. I did convince her that me giving her oral was a good thing, and she never had a problem with me doing that. To this day I love giving head to my wife :P

Ahhh, the memories!

I was 16 she was 15 and we are still together 12 years later.

I was 17 she was 16 and we are still together 10 years later. Our relationship is the best it's been and the sex now is insanely good!

I knew I was in there somewhere...back on page 7 :) Wow, that was kind of a blast from the past.

On my 23rd birthday, he was 22, both virgins; married since August.

It was kind awkward but not in a bad way since we had no clue what we were doing but after much practice, we are better now!

Fun BUMP

I feel like such a slut around the average TFPer :uhh: I was almost 14. Things were different back then in the 'burbs.

I had been "going steady" with this 16-year old for months and after intolerable badgering about how I would if I loved him and lots of foreplay, I finally gave it to him in his convertible MGB with the doors open (he was over 6' tall) and the stick shift somewhere under my lower back.

All I really remember is that 2 minutes later I was thinking, I don't get the big deal about sex?. :lol:

jewels, we keep finding things in common...I was 13, too.

It was in the apartment of a friend of a guy that I had a mad crush on (we were both in the ninth grade). We were not then nor were we ever in a relationship - I was just really, really curious to know what it was like and he was very, very persuasive. It was physically painful and then consequently it ruined my reputation...not that I really had a reputation to ruin. I was pretty much invisible to everyone in that school before that time, lol.

I have regretted in the past that I didn't 'save myself' for something more meaningful, but not in a long time. It's what it was...can't say that it wasn't what I wanted at the time. I had been thinking about having sex as long as I could remember.

19. She said, "Are you sure?" I nodded. So we did it in the back of my dad's car at a park. It hurts, we both bled. When it was over the first thing on my was, "So this is how sex feels like..."

She was 23 and I was 21, just graduated from college, just married. We'd never had full intercourse before our wedding, but we'd done just about everything else you can imagine.

In May 2003 when this thread was started, I was married to the girl who took my virginity (and I hers) in 1987, both aged 17.

In June 2003 she started her affair.

In July 2003 I found out and kicked her out (having in the previous years left her over previous infidelities twice, but gone back).

But back in 1987, we'd been together for a few weeks, and we planned it like a military exercise. My mother was away, my father was at work, her parents thought she was doing homework at a friend's house.

She bought condoms, and a pamphlet from somewhere about "choosing the right time" or some such crap.

We went into my (single-bedded) room and undressed each other (helping each other, and stopping to giggle).

She slipped under the covers and said it was too quiet, so I put on the stereo (Equinoxe by Jean Michel Jarre) and rolled on a condom.

We had sex.

It was OK, but not fabulous.

Turned out that "the cake was a lie" - over the next 16+ years together she only ever traded sex for favours, and as I found in the end, the kinkier she was the more she was trying to atone for.

The first time was tender and intimate.

Every other time was ugly and combative.

18th birthday, in a wood. (and my bday is in February)

This is some funny shit!

Heh...the album with all the voyeurs on the cover.....good choice...

http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/a...20Equinoxe.jpg

I was fifteen. He was nineteen. We broke up in March after seven years of dating.

Not a single regret. He was great to me.

12, everything but. 13 for reals. Different girls. I was too young, and in retrospect, I kinda wish I'd waited-- especially with girl #2, who I actually went "all the way" with. We had a long fling where we basically used each other for sex, and told no one. She was a cheerleader, I was a loner, who hung with the losers: neither of us wanted our friends to know about the other, but we dug the sex, and we both knew we could count on each other's discretion. It was unhealthy as hell, but what did I know? I was a kid, and I was doing all my thinking with my dick.

I hadn't really thought of that - it was what I had on the turntable at the time. For younger viewers, a turntable was a music reproduction device famed for it's ability to play a LONG PLAYING ALBUM, so called because one side could last up to 25 minutes - uninterrupted!

I was 22. With my boyfriend Martin, who was 25 at the time.

I was a sophomore. He was a senior. I knew nothing about him or his past - just told a friend one day I thought he was cute. Next thing I knew, we were in a 'relationship,' if that's what you want to call it.

My parents were out of town. My brother was gone for the day. A friend, her boyfriend, this dude and I skipped school and went to a state park. The couples separated. He and I made out in several different locations. Then made our way to the top of a picnic table lol. It happened there. It hurt like a bitch. Apparently I kept pushing his legs back, trying to get him out of me. He was like 'you have to let me in.' So I gritted my teeth and let it happen. lol@the next family that ate lunch at that table.

We all met up and left the park. Headed to my house. My friend and her bf took off, leaving 'him' and I home alone. We then went at it for about 4 hours. I'm not lying there. All I knew what to do is what I saw in porn movies in the past. So I just went with it, even though not a damn thing felt good.

He left. Went to the bathroom and saw I was bleeding. And omfg I was so sore. Inside and out. I crashed. Didn't wake up until the next morning when it was time for school.

I get to school and I was like a leper. No one talked to me. Not even my friends. No one really even acknowledged me. I didn't know wtf was wrong. He and I usually met after homeroom by this locker. He wasn't there. As the day went by, I would pull aside the occasional 'friend' and ask if she knew what was going on. FINALLY, one told me later in the day, that everyone knew I slept with Daryl. Everyone knew it was going to happen. For there was no 'relationship.' He never cared. It was all a fucking bet between him and the rest of the soccer team on whether or not I would give it up. He won.

I can't really tell you how hard high school was after this. It was all more or less a fog. It's not like what happened haunted me or anything, but I did have problems. My first bout of rehab was my senior year. So anyways - I hope the fucker's penis is riddled with std's today. It unfortunately wasn't romantic or even remotely pleasant. bah.