I was 21 when I had good sex for the first time.
Up until then it was mostly quickies or clumsy and drunken.
When I was a sophomore in high school Dana really liked me. She was pretty with a long, lean body. Great ass and legs from running track. We hooked up a few times. Even though she was a grade behind me, she was far more experienced. And we did things I had never done before.
But I had always had a crush on Mandy. Since fifth grade she just strung me along. We were really good friends, but I could never break through.
Once Dana and I started getting together, Mandy suddenly changed and told me she wanted to be with me. I guess it was a case of wanting what you can’t have. So I bailed on Dana, without any maturity or grace, and jumped right in with Mandy.
Mandy was far less experienced and things were not as sexual. But I thought she was the one. It lasted about a month and she was on to someone else. Broke my heart at the time, but in hindsight, it was even worse because Dana had moved on and was a bit bitter about the whole thing. And the things I could have learned from Dana. My first good sex could have been a regular thing years before it was a one-time event.