Last night we threw a party at my house for my younger sisters birthday. (I’m a recent grad, and I had to move back home after graduation) Her friends from college and high school, as well as some of my friends came to the party and it was really fun. All the kids slept over because drinking and driving is strictly prohibited.
Her one friend—let’s call him Matt—he’s my little sister’s good friend and We’ve always gotten along really well whenever he was hanging out with all the other kids at my house. He’s the nicest kid. He’s 20 and I’m almost 23. He’s a flirty kid and we’ve always had a flirty banter going, he facebook chatted me a couple months ago saying that “we never get to talk or hang out enough”
Let me preface this with saying that I was raised in a rather conservative household. I wouldn’t consider myself a goody two shoes—or prude. I am inexperienced but this is from a lack of opportunity. I am a tad overweight and rather self-conscious about my body. I’m not saying I have zero self confidence--pretty is not the problem, I know I’m a pretty girl. I’m also 5’8 with blonde hair, blue eyes, but just a bunch of extra weight that’s holding me back—hence the hesitation to have had other experiences.
So come 2 am when people are starting to go to sleep Matt texts me saying “text me maybe” a play on the song “call me maybe” which, I think is hilarious. The dialogue is as follows:
Him: text me maybe
Me: whatttt?
Him: do you want to hang out with me after everyone bums out?
Me: Shhhhhhh (sidenote, this is a hilarious response. I was being ambiguous because I didn’t want to say yes or no directly, but rather let him interpret it as he wanted.)
Him: I can be discreet. You wanna hang?
Me: What do you have in mind?
Matt: Whatever you want…should I come upstairs?
Me: Do you, bro. (another vague and ridiculous response.)
Ten minutes later, there’s a knock on my door and he comes in my room. We chat for a few minutes, and then we start making out. Remember aside from making out, I have no freakin idea what I’m doing. Virgin, never blew anyone before, you know.
I will spare gory details, but give a quick overview of what happened—so I can give a clear picture of what went down.
Next thing, we are fooling around, and out of nowhere, I’m giving him a bj, (Which, thanks to previous highly detailed girl talk sessions and instinct, I semi know what I’m doing.) There were no problems on his part, but I didn’t finish him off because then the atmosphere shifted. Next thing I know a condom is coming out, I stop him there, straight up inform him that I haven’t ever done this before. But this doesn’t seem to stop him, and I do not object. I figure why not? I’m almost 23 never done this before, feel like it’s time. I am in a situation with someone I know—we’re safe so, we proceed.
Then after a few minutes of flopping/poking around, there was some penetration. I’d say for like 2 minutes. Then I guess it fell out and he couldn’t get it back in? I can’t really be sure, but all he said was “your ****’s too tight” Very romantic--I know. There was another few minutes of him trying to get it back in and I did everything I could think of to assist. Then he asked if I wanted to get on top.
Since I literally had no idea what the f I was doing, why the f would I want to get on top? At this point is was 4 AM and since sex was backfiring, I kind of just wanted to finish this up. So, I went back downtown to finish the job. Now, if the rest of it wasn’t awkward enough this is where it really got weird. I don’t know if the alcohol played a factor but this kid couldn’t finish. It took like 15 minutes. I kept saying things like “tell me what you like” and “what do you want me to do?” because THAT felt appropriate. Hilarity. He kept saying “I don’t know…its like 5 am I don’t know…I don’t know.” Eventually it became a team effort and the deed was done. Then we awkwardly half-snuggled for a few minutes before he left. And per my request that this be kept a secret, before he left, he said “this didn’t happen---well it did but, it didn’t” he kissed me and left.
Now, here are my questions: Is it normal that during a girls first time that he can’t get it in? He’s fairly well endowed. He is 6’2 and lanky. He had no problem keeping it up, but getting it in and keeping it in was a failure.
Also, why did it take so long for him to finish? Was it me? Was I doing it wrong? Was it a case of whiskey ****? Was he not into it? He didn’t really say anything.
He’s 20 years old, he’s been with other girls but I doubt he’s a seasoned professional. I wouldn’t imagine it would take him very long.
We couldn’t tell ANYONE about what happened (I of course, told my friends) but my sister would be so upset so I made him swear that he wouldn’t tell anyone that we hooked up. Is it normal for these things to be awkward?
Now the girl in me is questioning his intentions. Did he have his eyes set on getting some and I was the only available option, or was this pre-meditated and he actually wanted to hook up with me? If so, WHY is he interested in me? OR my biggest fear is that he did it for the story. Hooking up with his friend’s older sister and BONUS having it be her first time? I’m not an expert, but that sounds like a trophy to tell his friends about.
Most importantly, what do I do next time I see him. Should I expect him to text me? There are a few parties coming up at my house in the next few weeks. (We do an annual beer Olympics and my birthday is coming up) So is he gonna expect this to happen again? Was it really as awkward as I think—or is this weird stuff normal? Have I embarrassed myself to the point that he’s telling his friends and they’re making fun of me?
I’m so confused and sorry for the excessive information and questions but any feedback (please respond!!) you could give me would be MUCH appreciated.
Thanks in advance.
but that never been bad enough to hold me back from sexual exploration.
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