In an apartment, 3 sheets to the wind drunk.
Yeah, I dug it. 
I was drunk, 16, with my friends 18 year old ex-girlfriend and on another friends couch while he was asleep next door. She and I were crashing out in the same room after a party and she just came over without saying anything and we went at it. I wasn’t really that keen on her but on the otherhand I was 16 so what are you gonna do?
Age 18, dorm room.
Could have been better, but no regrets. It was time to get rid of it.
I was 19. I was slightly drunk, she was moreso. We started kissing. After a while, she made up some excuse about how her ex-boyfriend was also there and could we please go somewhere else. Miraculously, I got the hint, and took her home.
It was pretty bad. She was disappointed. We never really talked again and I don’t even recall her name right now.
Of course I’d like it to have been better but beggars can’t be choosers.
hee! common! there’s loads of us that wanna hear about this! 
Mine was shite. I was 15 or 16, he was early 20’s? I forget.
I’d been dating him for a while, and I stayed over at his house one night.
At some point during the evening, could have been in the pub, car, or even in bed, I don’t remember, he said “I hope you’re not a virgin” I didn’t say anything, I don’t know why not.
It hurt like hell. He dumped me and I didn’t have sex again for a least a year, and the next few times I did I was so scared that it was still extremely painful.
Ah well, sometimes I don’t mind have such a poor memory.
Age 20, sophomore in college, one spring night in my then-GF’s dorm room. We’d been together about a month at the time. It was quite excellent.
Also age 20, also a sophmore in college, his dorm room (The Dillard complex at William & Mary, to be quite exact). It was okay… about what I expected, really. Not horrible, not great.
Sorry, my story’s a little underwhelming.
Just want to point out that that was the first time I had, you know, intercourse, but it wasn’t my first sexual experience.
I was a college freshman, and really had the hots for a guy I had met. I knew he was gay, but didn’t have a clue about how to let him know how I felt. He finally got the hint, the night before my Calculus final, and took me back to his rooming house. We made out for an excruciatingly long time, and he finally went down on me. Just as I was about to cum, he pulled away, and I shot all the way to the ceiling! (Remember how it was when you were 18?) There was cum dripping back down on us. He got on the phone right away, and told all his friends about it. We spent the rest of the night trying to repeat the performance.
Sure enough, one of his friends came over the next day and painted a bulls-eye on the ceiling. For all I know it’s still there.
Though I never did cram for that Calculus final, I aced it anyway.
I was a senior in college, and it happened in my dorm room. I’d struck up a friendship with a first-year who surprised the hell out of me by grabbing me by my collar one evening and pulling me down into bed on top of her. We were both virgins, and we both found the whole thing to be quite enjoyable.
We split up a few weeks later, but on good terms. We still keep in touch occasionally.
I was 18, he 23. We were so very much in love. I think he wanted to wait and create some faerie tale encounter. He was so sweet and respectful, I reckoned he earned a good shagging! I basically molested him, in his parents house. (He lived 200 miles from me, but his folks lived in the same town as my family.) We’d been dating about 3 months. He was much more experienced than me. A month or two after our first time together, I moved in with him. I married him 3 months after that, and six years later we’re still happy as clams.
I remember thinking, okay, this is pleasant, but ooooh, I bet it gets lots and lots and lots better! And I can remember just getting really excited there in the middle of sleeping with him , thinking about all the years of lovemaking and then pillowtalk and pisstaking and then and fighting and just, well, life I thought we’d have stretched out before us. And we have had.
He did get a bit, uhm, adventurous, which made me feel a bit queasy to be honest. Being replumbed is just a weird feeling. All the love and tenderness and naughty patience in the world cannot change the fact that all of a sudden youve got this sudden, bouncy, hairy man looking down/over/up at you. But we loved each other so I was able to laugh and say, “Oi! Watchit buster!”
(Blushing and wishing like hell he was here right now for a educational demostration or even reinactment.)
My first time with a woman went off withouta hitch and was hot, but lacked a bit of love, really.
Sept. 18, 2001. Not a “comfort me in this time of great national tragedy” thing - it was a Jewish holiday of some sort (a Tuesday or Thursday) and we had the day off. Remarkable things: I spent 45 minutes in an Eckerd in North Fort Myers trying to buy condoms just as the churches got out and all the little old ladies came in. Thankfully, no one seemed to notice or care about my purchase. The actual event was kind of nerve-wracking and funny in retrospect (“Don’t look at me!” “Well, don’t look at me, either! Turn away while I put this on!”). It was kind of a cloudy, hazy experience, thinking “This is sex? Oh… er, well, that was sex?” She says she came, so everyone wins, I guess. It’s gotten a bit better since then.
I was 19 or 20 and at college. I was drunk as a skunk. I had just vomited in fact. She helped me clean up as I recall, then took me back to her place and had her way with me. I only remember flashes of the night and I remember having rug burn the next day. I assume it was pretty wild, but that could be my imagination at this point. I think we did it a couple more times and that was it.
I don’t regret it. It seemed pretty sweet at the time and I was ready not be a virgin anymore.
Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t actually intend to leave that cliffhanger over the weekend. I had intended to come back to tell the tale before the end of my workday, but oddly enough, I spent the rest of it actually working. Since it’s kind of off-topic (my second sexual encounter), and because I’m pretty long-winded, I decided to stick the story in a seperate thread. You can get the whole disastrous tale here.
Well considering I haven’t met my “soulmate” :rolleyes: I’m still a virgin
At a cast party for the outdoor drama I was working at for the summer… I was 17, she was 23… We were both really high (as were all the other people at the party)… First some necking and fondling on the porch, then the actual act on the bathroom floor. Had a great time (The BAD part of the evening was the fifty mile drive home, while high…OY)
17 with my very first serious boyfriend, also 17. I was also his first girlfriend, even his first kiss! Been going out for just two months and we did lots of catching up. We cut class one day after school, went back to my folks house and one thing led to another on the floor of my black room (extra bedroom my parents actually let me paint totaly black). It was great, no pain, no blood… actually makes me a little nervious. I’v always heard that a person can never say “I havent been molested” just “yes” and “I dont know for sure”. I truly don’t think Im the kind of person to block things out though…
anyway, we married 4 and 1/2 years later. Still prefer doing it on the floor. And I am so glad I did NOT wait untill our wedding night. I couldnt have taken the extra stress.
Originally posted by emilyforce
Sometimes I wish I could wrap up that beautiful thing and give it to folks like October and Aries28 and Kiki and Jessity. It’s not like I deserved it more.
I actually got a lump in my throat when I read this. This is the kind of thinking that gets people into heaven, if there is one…
Why would you think you were molested MDM President? The lack of blood? Hymens don’t always break in a bloody mess. Some are broken by gymnastics, bike riding, cheerleading… others are just stretchy and never break really.
I also think that quote’s a little flaky. I’m sure there are people who can say no they have never been molested.
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There are other reasons. Nothing very disturbing or concrete. But the lack of pain and blood only flamed the fire, ya know.
The way I understood that quote was that people so often block things out. Some remember later in life, but for every one that does remember are there others that never do?
I truly don’t ‘think’ I was molested. It’s just something I worry about from time to time when I can’t get to sleep.
I have no idea what that first part means but I wouldn’t worry about being molested unless you have more to go on than not suffering when you lost your virginity.
Some people do block out their memories. I refuse to forget what happened to me - my abuser wanted that very much though.