Monday Memories: Losing It

I actually found some time this morning before class to write this week's memory. Yeah me!

Source: softmovements

The first time a girl (or guy) has sex is supposed to be magical, right? Or at least memorable. :) Alas, my first time was neither really. I may be one of the very few, but I don't really remember much of my first time.

I was twenty, a junior in college. I'd recently decided to leave behind the religious teachings of my youth, and I'd been dating A for a couple of weeks. Even back then, in my naivete, I moved pretty quickly. He was a year younger than me and much more experienced sexually. We had good chemistry, and I wanted to try sex. For sure.

The very first time we tried, it just didn't work. I don't really remember what happened. Perhaps I was too nervous (I do believe his roommate was asleep in the same room. Damn! We were inconsiderate). Or simply not wet enough. Either way, I think I must have complained about it hurting or something because he (being a gentleman) stopped. We probably continued to make-out, and I probably still spent the night wrapped in his arms.

We tried again a few days later. Much more successfully. I don't really remember that time, either.

Must have been good, though, because I moved in with him a few months later and continued to date him for more than 3 years.

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How about you? What was your first time like? Do you remember the sounds, the smells? Was it magical? We'd love to hear about, so please link up and/or leave a comment!