When I was 19, I was dating a really hot guy that I’ll call Tommy. He wasn’t the first guy I’d had sex with but he was the first guy that I had been with that I just couldn’t get enough of. More accurately, we couldn’t get enough of each other. However, we were both living with our parents, so sometimes we had to get pretty creative to be able to have sexy times. Maybe I’ll post some of those stories some other time.
At the time, my sister and her husband (that were a decade older than us) had purchased their first home. They remembered what it was like to be young and kind of had the mentality of “it’s going to happen anyway, I’d rather it happen under my roof”. My parents and Tommy’s parents did not have this same mentality, so my sister’s approach and hospitality was greatly appreciated. She had even offered to buy condoms for us if I was too embarrassed or didn’t have the money.