I am 32 years old now but was 18 when I had sex for the first time. This story means a lot to me and I don't make a habit of telling everyone all about my sex life. I think it will feel good to tell this story 14 or 15 years later.
I was raised in a conservative home and started to have doubts about a lot of things in high school. So the summer after I graduated I rented a cabin in the Adirondacks to be alone, to hike and to see if I could figure some things out. I had met a girl in the previous year while on a retreat and had exchanged info so I figured I would take a weekend trip to see her now that I was on my own. Now, being a good Christian boy for so long, I didn't know what to expect. I hoped that maybe we would make out or, if I was really honest with myself, that sex would finally happen. I show up for a party at her house – her parents were out of town – and she turns out to be a total B. She ended up with another guy and only said a few words to me the entire night.