Background: I am 23, and just the other night I lost my virginity. I know, it sounds insane that someone my age (especially a girl who went to a large state school with a drinking reputation) would still be a virgin. I don’t really have a big explanation except that I never really had a good, non-sketchy opportunity. I don’t do commitment, and I don’t like douchebags, so my options were slim.
I graduated from the aforementioned university this past May and just recently went back up for a big football weekend. On Friday night I went out with some friends (started at a house party where I made the horrible mistake of drinking a four loko) had a few more beers, went to a bar, drank more and danced and sang, then went to get the key to my friends apartment I was staying at from her work. She works at a bar, so when I showed up to get the key, one of her coworkers that I had met before and had just gotten off of work invited me in to grab one more drink with him. A few shots later…he’s asking if I wanted to go and smoke at his place. For background: I don’t smoke too often, but with job searching after college I had to quit for a while. I have a job now, AND I was pretty drunk so I was SO in.
We went back to his place and chatted and smoked and smoked and chatted and really got to know each other. Then he started to kiss me, and it was clear he did not intend to stop there. I quickly told him no and that I needed to go home. He asked me why and I just said I had to go. He looked me in the eyes, and said “Look, you are more than welcome to leave, I’m not going to make you stay, but can you tell me what’s going on in your head?”
We had already shared quite a bit about ourselves, and I think I started to realize that I most likely will never see this guy again, so why does it matter if he knows? I explained my situation, and he was baffled. He couldn’t believe I had gone this long in life without having sex. We talked some more, and smoked some more, and kissed some more…
I don’t know when my mind flipped, but all of the sudden I was in. I was alllll in. We moved into his bedroom and he kissed me as I stripped off my clothes. He threw his clothes around the room and kept kissing me so intensely. He laid me down on his bed and kissed my tits and played with my nipples. He asked me if I wanted this, making sure, and I moaned “YES!”
He slowly entered me and I felt so full, and slight pain, but not nearly as much as I expected. He slowly moved in and out and I started to feel more comfortable, he got quicker and quicker and before I knew it I was gasping for air. I grabbed onto his hair and kissed him hard as he pounded into me. I couldn’t pull him close enough, I just wanted more.
He kept pounding and started to say that we was going to come and began to pull out. I knew he was wearing a condom and I’m on birth control so I looked him in the eyes and said, “No. I want you to come in me.” He asked if I was sure and I started kissing him harder. He got the hint and came inside of me with loud moans of pleasure. (Good thing he doesn’t have roommates).
We sat there naked, smoked some more and talked some more, and went for round two. I looked at the clock after that and realized it was nearly 7am. I grabbed my clothes, said my goodbyes and walked home on my “stride of pride” (fuck the walk of shame shit). I took a quick nap and was out on the tailgate fields by 10 am ready to drink all day and watch an amazing football game (we won btw).
I saw him that night at the bar he works at, we had a quick conversation and he asked “are we good?” I said “hell yeah.” I don’t have any plans to see him anytime soon, I don’t even have his number, and I prefer it that way. It was an awesome first time with an awesome guy, and I have no regrets.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/59s9ik/my_first_time
Good for you! :)
Who even thinks of pulling out if they have a condom on?