Where was the first time you had sex?
Realizing now that your first time is “memorable” do you wish you would have had it someplace else?
In a hotel room with a girl I’d known for 3 days.
Would I do it over?
Probably; it got the whole virginity thing out of the way. I had the problem of “hey, I’m finally having sex!” overshadowing the actual pleasures of the act.
Mine was in the back of a blue station wagon in the woods.
I wished I would have had it in a more romantic setting.
Passed out in the basement of a party.
I kinda liked her, and we ended up dating, so it was a very pleasant way to wake up. I wish I could wake up that way every day.
Mine was in the house of my then girlfriend listening out for her mother’s return from work. I wish it had been in the back of a blue station wagon in the woods;).
In a car outside of the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum in Boston. With a hooker. I barely noticed the people walking by.
I guess I would have liked to have been in a bed at least. And not having to pay for it would have been nice, too.
In the shade of a big oak tree that grew on the bank of a creek beside a swimming hole.
It was August then too, mid-afternoon, and HOT. Maybe that’s why I’ve always liked sweaty sex. 
In my room of my parents house.
I’m married to him now and have no regrets except that my mother came home shortly afterwards… I would have liked a little more post sex snuggling.
We were going to rent a hotel room for the occasion but I panicked in the parking lot … I expected the first time to be a little awkward and it was but we’ve worked really hard at perfecting our technique since then 
I was 16, and it happened outside, on the ground, behind my friend’s garage, at midnight, in DECEMBER, with a guy I’d met approximately two hours before. I don’t think I ever knew his last name.
I definitely regret not waiting for someone more special but (self-pity party approaching) since the next guy I slept with ALSO slept with all my friends and forgot to tell me he had a fiancee, I would prefer Mr. No-Name in a gravel driveway.
The funny thing is, all I remember clearly about it was thinking This is IT??? This is what I’ve been waiting for? Well, I’m highly disappointed.
In my friend’s bathroom.
Then in his bedroom until his mother walked in on she and I.
Then in his side yard.
Then in the front seat of my car.
Then on her porch.
Best.
New Year’s.
Ever.
In my bed, watching the digital clock flash over his shoulder.
Yeah, it wasn’t that great.
I was in a band and this girl really thought that was cool. Anyway, I suggested we get a hotel room because we all had roomates. She agreed and so off we went for what I thought was going to be sexual but not the whole show. Well, she came out of the bathroom in this . . . slip(?) that looked like 1920 and proceeded to climb on top of me.
Me too.
Anyway, after that she showed me how to mash up Ritalin pills and snort them which kept me up all night snort and so we did it for hours. We repeated this the following weekend and then I never saw her again.
L. Stanberry, if you’re out there, give me a shout.
Night after wedding in a nice hotel, the wedding was exhausting and nerve wracking. I was still a bundle of nerves for the “encounter” as well.
AbbySthrnAccent you waited until you were married? How admirable!
lieu, mind if I ask you a question about your friend?
Daniel
My first time was in his bed in his apartment. It wasn’t anything memorable for me… I was just glad to get it over with.
Ditto.
I think the feminine pronouns refer to his lady friend, and the masculine pronouns to the friend whose party they were at.
Mine was Valentines Weekend last year (2002) with a girl I’d just started going out with that same weekend. We broke up a month ago, but definitely no regrets.
17, me and a girl I had met about an hour before, both of us drunk as hell, never saw her again and I remember very little about her or the experience.
It was not what you would call a tender moment or even that fun.
My place. I don’t wish I had done it some place else, but I would have been just fine doing at a different time, say about ten or so years prior to when I actually did it.
The first time was OK, but a lot of that was beating out my personal fear that I’d be a virgin at 30. And that I did it with time to spare.