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My first time
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My first time I've been doing a lot of reading, and it seems that a lot of people have been writing about their first times and sharing their stories. It got me to remembering my first time, and in all of that remembering I thought it'd be best to share it here instead of a comment on someone else's blog. So here it is, this is the story of my first time. I needed some money to take drivers education, and to prepare for my senior year. My parents felt that in order to appreciate things like a drivers licence, and the cost of a class ring, senior pictures, graduation invitations and all of the little things that go along with it, I had to earn the money myself. So I applied for my first job. I had no skills yet, but my oldest brother and his girlfriend were going to travel over the mountains to do some housekeeping at a resort and I could ride with them. The first resort we worked at for a few weeks until we realized that they were keeping our first paychecks, as if we hadn't punched in for worke at all that first week. I was a mouthy little thing and told my boss off while quitting. A quick call to the labor board and I got the money I'd earned. The next resort was much more ethical. I really liked my new boss, and as she showed us around the complex I knew that this would be a good place for my Summer job. And then I saw him. The first time he smiled at me I felt sparks go off in my head. A jolt of insanity raced through my mind. I knew that this was the man I was going to marry. I was going to have my with this man. We'd do everything together, we'd be inseperable. We would live happily ever after. What the hell does anyone really know at 17? I went home and told my mother I had met "Him", my one, my destiny, my future. All for that one smile, and the word "Hi". I had no doubts, I didn't know why or how I was so certain, I just was. I just knew. I was incredibly shy. He was 3 years older than me, and extremely outgoing. He pursued me in a way that I'd never experienced before. We spent every break together, we went out after work, he called every day. My parents insisted on chaperones and he never raised an objection. I felt like we'd always known each other. If I needed something he was there, no matter what it was. He was constantly surprising me in little ways, with little gestures. I'd never been more happy. We'd been dating for 2 weeks when he asked me to marry him. I said no. Not because I didn't love him, not because I'd changed my mind about what I "knew", but because I didn't want to be that cliche girl that got engaged so young. He then asked me every day after that. I kept saying no. After two weeks of his asking, I asked him if he was going to keep asking me every day. He then told me no. He said he'd stop as soon as I said yes. And so I did. Shortly after this my brother and his girlfriend quit their job, and I had no way of getting to and from work. My fiancee volunteered to drive across the mountains to pick me up, and to drop me off before and after work each day. There were no chaperones for these trips. There was no official time that I was supposed to work for, I simply could punch out when the rooms assigned to me were all cleaned and inspected. I busted ass to get done as quickly as possible so I'd have more time with him before I had to be home. We'd get done by early afternoon most days and have time to go out to eat, maybe catch a movie, play mini golf, go swimming, whatever we wanted to. There are a lot of hiking trails and national forsest land over there and we'd go hiking and take picnics out on the trails. We became more and more affectionate physically as time went by, and even though I had origionally wanted to "save myself" for marriage, I was with the man I was convinced I'd spend the rest of my life with. I decided that a piece of paper wasn't going to make that much of a difference. I had experienced different things with different boys previously, but not the official act. I read a lot and so I knew a lot, what to expect, and what I'd need to do to protect myself. I'd been masturbating for many years, I knew how to bring myself to orgasm, and I knew how my body liked to be touched. Nothing could have prepared me for my first time though. We pulled off into one of several scenic picture spots alongside the road near the top of a mountain. The view there is spectacular. We got into the back seat of the car and began to kiss each other passionately. It wasn't long before I was sure about what we both knew we were about to do. We undressed each other slowly, kissing here and there, caressing and touching each other along the way. I remember being a little bit nervous, fearing the pain I'd read and heard about, but there wasn't any. there was just this intense pleasure and feeling of being filled completley. It wasn't long before I felt the first waves of orgasm take me over the edge. I remember being afraid that it was over already, but I was pleasantly surprised. I didn't realize at the time that my orgasm didn't necesarily mean that he had one too. We made love for close to 2 hours and I came more times than I remember counting. I realized that we needed to get going soon, as I didn't want my parents to get suspicious and not allow me out any more. I asked him if he was close to finishing, not because I wasn't enjoying it, but because I wanted to be able to continue doing that with him. I found out later that he was relieved. He'd wanted to make my first time memorable and filled with as much pleasure as he could, and so he'd been concentrating on things like baseball to keep from finishing himself. I was pleasantly sore from so much activity, and I'm afraid I walked a little bit funny for a bit, but I don't think I could have asked for a better first time, even though I didn't get my happily ever after. Anywho, that's my story, what's yours? If you've already blogged about it, or plan to, leave me the link.   |
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2/9/2010 1:38 am |
I'll spare the details, lets just say it was a cross between a train wreck and a school shooting.
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What a beautiful story! And yes, I did happen to blog on my first time, just this past Sunday. [post 2227883] "Shall I tell you the secret of the true scholar? It is this: every man I meet is my master in some point, and in that I learn of him." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson  
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I remember the first time I had sex - I kept the receipt.  
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Thank you everyone for sharing. 
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2/23/2010 5:40 am |
I've written about it someplace. It was fine. It was fun, it was quick, and we fucked like rabid monkeys the entire weekend. And I am still in touch with her (in a platonic way) after all these years.
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