I was a late bloomer across the board growing up. No boobs, ass, or sexual experience. So when it came time to have sex I obviously had no idea what to expect all I had to go was moves from watching Dirty Dancing and the horror stories from my whore bag friends because they were getting it on in middle school while I was always curious I was the last one in the group to “lose it”.
I started dating this guy freshmen year and even though I ran with whores I didn’t even do hard core sucking face till a year after we were together. It would take another year to pass before I actually went “all the way.”
I knew his parents hated me so when he invited me over I was ify about being in his house while they weren’t home. I did all that I could just to be accepted by them, nothing worked, so I really didn’t have nothing to lose! So I thought.
I walk in and it was straight out of the fucking movies. Trail of rose petals leading down the stairs, into his bedroom, scattered across the WATERBED! Candles lit, and the cheesy fucking music playing. My heart starts to pump out of control; I’m freaking the fuck out. I want to run.
I don’t. I loved this guy and he’s been good to me. Hell he’s the quarterback of the football team! No, I’m not the cheerleader bitch. I’m the “why is he with THAT girl?”
As paranoid as I am, I go with it anyway.
Interesting first time let alone experiencing it on a fucking waterbed. I can’t seem to concentrate on him or the romantic music because right by my head is the water swooshing back and forth….back and forth. The blankets start to creep so now not only do I hear nothing but the water, heavy breathing, my back is now against the cold ass bed. It lasted an entire 3-4min tops. I couldn’t help but think “is that IT?” This is what my friends have been doing for years now! WOW.
Aside from the pain I wasn’t told about the blood! So what do I do…FREAK! It’s everywhere! The condom looks like it was dipped in cherry pie, the blankets are a mess, and poor ME! I swear I thought I was going to die, and it was his fault. Of course he asks if I’m okay, but I can see the look on his face that he is pleased with the outcome. Bastard.
Over all “IT” was the best thing to happen to me, after that I was no longer the virgin of the group, I now understood all the jokes. I wasn’t like the rest of my friends either; I actually had a “good” experience according to them. It wasn’t in the backseat of a car.
If I knew it would only take a few minutes out of my life I probably would have had sex sooner, BUT I would have had to trade the experience for a shittier one. No thanks. I will keep the cold waterbed, swooshing water, and bloody aftermath. Best thing to happen to any 16 year old girl right.