My first deflowering was far from tender, taking place in public, and the only music was from our lust.
My second deflowering must have been either to a Live or Oasis album, although given the circumstances Enigma might have been more appropriate.
Seriously, I first achieved penetration to the sounds of “Somethin’ Stupid” by Frank and Nancy.
Unprotected too, to add to the stupidity.
Presumably the background music of The Princess Bride.
Ringo Starr’s drum solo from “The End”… is what my heart was doing. No actual soundtrack playing, though.
Hail to the Chief.
No music, it was about four of the morning in December and not really what I’d been expecting when I went to bed or any time before.
Though I always thought there would be music involved, it was actually quiet.
And I thought Gary Lewis was bad. Wow.
In my defence it wasn’t planned. We had stayed the night together before but not had sex. We were cooking in the kitchen whilst listening to a Nancy Sinatra collection and, well, things “escalated”.
My first time with a girl was sans soundtrack. My first time with a guy, we were halfway through the movie Dark City.
Letterman was on for me too…a little research indicates that it must have been Friday, October 17, 1997, as I distinctly remember the band Smash Mouth as the musical guest at the end of the show.
I’m guessing she doesn’t remember this particular factoid. She may have been my first, but I was far from her first. 
Ironically enough, Peter Gabriel’s “Don’t Give Up”. I could lie and say it was “Sledgehammer” but that was playing during round 2.
It was the Alan Parsons Project, “Fall of the House of Usher.”
I did, however, conceive my son to “Led Zeppelin II.”
God thank you, nothing. I can’t stand it when chicks insist on playing music. Even if it’s good. Big distraction – I like to think I make my own music. With my rod.
Power chord!
No, I’m not kidding – none playing when I first got “in,” and if I always had myself to think about, none since.