How did you do the deed?
youasked
Feb 11, 2009
For me, it was in a shitty apartment an hour's bus ride away on two mattresses piled one on top of the other. For the sake of the story, we'll call him Classy (simply because he was anything but.) I met him in October through a mutual friend. She was (and still is) hopeless in love with him. Classy and I clicked instantly. I talked to him on behalf of my friend multiple times, and we grew close over the following months. We spent secret saturdays together playing videogames, occasionally cuddling and goofing around, but it was all innocent fun, and my friend was well aware as it was usually in her basement. At first she was miffed, but I assured her I was no threat, that it was like a brother-sister relationship. Which it was, at the time. But the longer we talked, the harder I fell without even realizing it. We talked daily; at school, on the phone, online. One night, a few days before his 17th birthday (I was 15 at the time) we were joking around when he asked what I was getting him for his birthday. I replied with something along the lines of "Well what do you want? All I really have is myself...;)". His response came five minutes later:
"That's exactly what I want."
Our conversations usually took this jokey turn, so I lol'ed and winkey-faced and that was where we left it. His birthday was on the Monday, so we made plans to hang out, just the two of us, at his dad's apartment the following saturday. It started out as it usually did; listening to music, him playing guitar, watching videos on youtube. There are no chairs in his room, so I was laying down on his bed. After a slightly shakey version of "Sweet Child O' mine" by Guns N Roses, he put down his axe and laid beside me. Closer then I was used to. I could smell his delicious cologne and feel his sweet breath on my cheek.
"You know, I never got my birthday present..."
Next thing I knew he had his tounge down my throat and his hand up my shirt. After 15 minutes, I could feel his excitment poking my thigh, and instinctivly reached down to stroke it through his jeans. He moaned, and as a girl whose of the average standard, making a "hot" boy moan was definantly ego-boosting. I had told him once that I wasn't a virgin, just because he made it seem like still having your cherry wasn't attractive. While I had touched myself once or twice, this was as far as I had ever gone sexually.
In other words, I lied. Oops.
After teasing him through the fabric for a few minutes, he somehow managed the take off his belt while not removing his hand from under my shirt or breaking the kiss at all. (I must applaud him, as this had to have taken some skill. Or practise, at least.) He slid off his jeans and now it was obvious just how serious he was. Nerves and hormones were fighting for top position within my heart and stomach. Eventually, they decided they could live with each other, and, as nervous as I was, I could feel my heartbeat in a place I had never felt it before. His hands moved to the waistband of my black yoga pants, and I instinctivly let out a small little squeak.
Attractive or what.
"Are you okay...?" He asked me breathlessly. I looked into his eyes, searching for some kind of sign that this was what I wanted. All I could see was smoldering desire that I was sure was echoed within my own gaze.
"Uh...weneedprotectionbecauseIdontwannagetpregnant." I let it all out in one quick breath.
"Don't worry. I've never fucked without one, I dont plan on starting with you." That comment meant nothing at the time, but stung a little afterwars. Did he think I was unclean? What the hell?
Anyways, I dont wanna get too fanficy on you, so I'll leave out the play by play. Needless to say, I gave myself to Classy that day. With his little borther playing rockband in the next room, and my friend thinking I was at a family function.
AND IT HURT LIKE HELL.
To anyone who has been told sex the first time doesnt hurt, they're LYING to you.
I'm still best friends with the girl, and she has no idea. I see Classy once in a while seeing as I am currently leading his best friend on to get Warped Tour tickets. But thats another entry.
Hey, you asked.
"That's exactly what I want."
Our conversations usually took this jokey turn, so I lol'ed and winkey-faced and that was where we left it. His birthday was on the Monday, so we made plans to hang out, just the two of us, at his dad's apartment the following saturday. It started out as it usually did; listening to music, him playing guitar, watching videos on youtube. There are no chairs in his room, so I was laying down on his bed. After a slightly shakey version of "Sweet Child O' mine" by Guns N Roses, he put down his axe and laid beside me. Closer then I was used to. I could smell his delicious cologne and feel his sweet breath on my cheek.
"You know, I never got my birthday present..."
Next thing I knew he had his tounge down my throat and his hand up my shirt. After 15 minutes, I could feel his excitment poking my thigh, and instinctivly reached down to stroke it through his jeans. He moaned, and as a girl whose of the average standard, making a "hot" boy moan was definantly ego-boosting. I had told him once that I wasn't a virgin, just because he made it seem like still having your cherry wasn't attractive. While I had touched myself once or twice, this was as far as I had ever gone sexually.
In other words, I lied. Oops.
After teasing him through the fabric for a few minutes, he somehow managed the take off his belt while not removing his hand from under my shirt or breaking the kiss at all. (I must applaud him, as this had to have taken some skill. Or practise, at least.) He slid off his jeans and now it was obvious just how serious he was. Nerves and hormones were fighting for top position within my heart and stomach. Eventually, they decided they could live with each other, and, as nervous as I was, I could feel my heartbeat in a place I had never felt it before. His hands moved to the waistband of my black yoga pants, and I instinctivly let out a small little squeak.
Attractive or what.
"Are you okay...?" He asked me breathlessly. I looked into his eyes, searching for some kind of sign that this was what I wanted. All I could see was smoldering desire that I was sure was echoed within my own gaze.
"Uh...weneedprotectionbecauseIdontwannagetpregnant." I let it all out in one quick breath.
"Don't worry. I've never fucked without one, I dont plan on starting with you." That comment meant nothing at the time, but stung a little afterwars. Did he think I was unclean? What the hell?
Anyways, I dont wanna get too fanficy on you, so I'll leave out the play by play. Needless to say, I gave myself to Classy that day. With his little borther playing rockband in the next room, and my friend thinking I was at a family function.
AND IT HURT LIKE HELL.
To anyone who has been told sex the first time doesnt hurt, they're LYING to you.
I'm still best friends with the girl, and she has no idea. I see Classy once in a while seeing as I am currently leading his best friend on to get Warped Tour tickets. But thats another entry.
Hey, you asked.
