[Jayla2251]

my first time wasnt bad. wasnt that enjoyable. i had already been doing other stuff with guys just not sex. i just turned 15, litterally days after, had been dating a guy that was 18 for a month or so. we were hanging out with some friends one night in a barn. I drank quite a few beers. We ended up having sex. Then like a week later I had to end things with him because my parents wouldnt stand me seeing someone older like that.

[Honey Bunny]

I was 17 when I lost my virginity. He was my first boyfriend, as well as my first kiss. We had been friends prior to beginning our relationship. Once we had started dating, I wanted to make sure that we were level-headed about how we progressed (he had been kissed before but nothing else), so we decided to hit and be comfortable with all of the bases in order. A lot of sexual tension had built up during our friendship, so things heated up at a pretty rapid pace. Almost four months into our relationship, we started planning to have sex. The day it finally happened, we had just come back to my house after he had joined me for the weekend at a family reunion. He had to go home soon, but I felt ready at that moment. We laid down a dark blanket on my bed so I could take it down to wash without any noticeable stains. It was painful, and I bled, but he was very gentle and kept kissing me and held my hand. It was kind of cute, he was really hesitant to do it because he didn't want to hurt me. He kept apologizing and asking if I was okay. Afterwards we had to drive him home. He and I were sitting in the backseat of my mom's car, and sitting HURT. I was trying to diguise my discomfort, but it was hard, and my boyfriend (terrified my mother would catch on) leaned over and asked me if I could try to be a little more discreet. I was really emotional and sensitive because of what had just happened, and refused to talk to him or let him kiss me goodbye. He left me a message on my phone apologizing for his nervous comment. I called him back later and asked to meet him the next day to hang out. He thought I was furious, and ended up talking to his older brother for advice. Of course, I wasn't even remotely mad, and we laughed about it later. We're still dating, and we still fondly look back on the event.

[vagreer10]

and he tried to enter me and it didn't work. I tried sitting on him to get it in and then he just looked up at me and said oh oh... I said what what? HE told me it was too late. He was so wound up he had cum before we even got to intercourse. .

EXACTLY what happened to me

[Chantalemma]

WOW! I thought these things just happen to me... I guess not.

LOL


EXACTLY what happened to me

[jada]

I was raped. Really. So my first time could be the last one, cause i began to hate men...But time cures and now i have a boyfriend who doesn't hurt and insult me...

[vagreer10]

WOW! I thought these things just happen to me... I guess not.

LOL


EXACTLY what happened to me

I know, i was thinking that i was so weird for having a first time like that, but i feel better now :]

[ren_07]

My first time wasn't too awesome either. Shocking!

I was one of those girls who wanted to wait it out as long as possible in a long-term relationship. I had dated this guy for almost three years with doing everything but sex and it was fine and wonderful. Sex was special to me and I didn't want it to get old between us, so we agreed to wait it out.

Long story short, we broke up his second year of college, I was still a senior in high school. He immediately found another chick within a month and was sleeping around with her like crazy. He came back to me after she left him and wanted to give us a try once more. I missed him and agreed, I had no idea this chick had slept with him until later. We were living like the old days snuggling and watching movies in my basement when he kept pushing for sex. I was so shocked, this wasn't like him. It hurt my feelings. He knew what it meant to me and was just willing to lose it in the heat of the moment. And that night he told me he loved me, but he wasn't IN LOVE with me and that the only way to fix that was to not talk to me until he felt it again. What a blow. What if I had slept with him that night? I would have given myself completely to him and he would have vanished.

Two weeks later with still no contact, a guy in my English class passes me a note saying "Will you be my valentine?" I laughed and made a box that said YES with an X in it and passed it back. Then he passed it back jokingly saying "Ok so does that mean we're doing it?"

We'd been somewhat of friends, I'd known him since elementary school, and he was very very desired by women in my grade. I ignored his flirting or joking or whatever it was for a little while until he got my number from a friend and started texting me. I played along joking, and at some point, the jokes ended and we were making plans to seriously have sex.

I wasn't even completely down for it. I was expecting my ex to contact me within a couple weeks confessing his love for me. But when that call never came, and this new guy kept pressuring me, it was all too much for me to take. I wanted to be wanted and the idea of it seemed so thrilling. I knew I wasn't going to be in a committed relationship with anyone else for a long time and I knew it would not keep me as hung up on my ex to have a fling with someone else.

So the day before Valentine's Day (Friday the 13th) I drove to his house to chill and as we were talking on his bed, he just pounced on me. It was rough rough rough. No intimacy. Just dirty horny trashy sex. I came home very sore with scratches and bruises because we were all over the place on his bedroom floor. Every position you could imagine. All during my first time. It hurt like .

We did it once more and always tried to make plans to do it again but his ex came back into his life ironically and he went to her, not even explaining to me anything but just ignoring me. I felt so stupid. A few weeks after this happened, I heard from my ex who claimed to love me once again. He said he would have told me sooner but the girl he had a fling with thought she was pregnant. However, the fact that I had finally had sex empowered me to tell him we're done and that he was an for what he did to me. I somewhat blame him for my actions because he drove it out of me to an extent. I was so hurt from him that I did rash things like lose my virginity. But in the end, it taught him a lesson and myself as well. I grew up real fast the remainder of the year.

I only half regret what I did because I know it happened for a reason. And the guy was really attractive so it made me feel flattered. And the fact that it happened more than once made me feel justified and as if I wasn't a horrible lay. However, when this guy stopped finding interest in me, I began doing the "guy hopping" thing to replace the absent feelings and emptiness. I had bootycall sex with a couple other guys before finally meeting a guy who didn't want that from me and actually wanted to get to know and court me. He really saved me from myself.