Post by mercurial on Aug 23, 2012 0:20:12 GMT -5
A friend of mine set me up with a friend of hers, and a larger group of us got together to attend a music festival. That was the first time we met, and we clicked instantly. He was a summer romance, home in my state for only around 45 days on military leave before his next tour... I went into it, intending for it to be casual. I --obviously-- was a virgin at the time, but I wasn't new to dating around... I was 18 when we met; he was 20.
About a month in, I got into a huge fight with my father. I don't broadcast my family troubles, but it happened to be over the phone, and I was with the same friend who had introduced me to this guy at the time. My phone's speakers aren't stellar, so she heard every word. She got together a group of friends, including him, and they decided to get me out of town for the evening. We had driven two hours south when we reached this antique-looking, kitschy town where we stopped to explore. When night fell, they surprised me and bought out a penthouse suite of a very nice hotel, their treat, for the night in the town... My friends were so sweet to me. It was a
nice summer with them.
Here is an excerpt from my diary which I wrote after I woke up and we went home the next day. I looked for it because I was curious... I'm glad now that I decided to write about it then, actually, and I suggest anyone who hasn't had sex yet, to write their feelings down about it once they do. It was interesting rereading this entry. (This is not edited but obviously I omitted some paragraphs to condense, by the way. )
When he first gestured for me to get up, I'm not sure if I mentally knew what was going to happen, but I think, in my heart, I did. We went into the other room. And we played around until... it happened. He had a condom, which he wore... It hurt a lot, but I think because I was waiting so long [until I was 18], I was also ready for it, so it was kind of a nice hurt. I did bleed a bit, although I'm not sure if he really noticed. He was good to me and went really slow. I told him that I'd had sex with one other person before. I felt like at 18 I should have had sex before then, so I did lie. I don't know if he really believed me, but he was good about it anyway. We do get along well... I feel like sex is really not the sexiest thing in the world... but maybe it will get better?
We fell asleep cuddling and didn't have sex again before he left two weeks later on assignment. But we did continue to date and hang out almost every day before then.
With the exception of lying about my v-card, I don't have any regrets. Some friends have judged me for giving it away to someone I didn't know too well or for very long, but I'm pretty happy with my decision still, even though there's not even much of a friendship left with him anymore. I can still smile about it. It wasn't good sex, but it was a good situation with a good man.
About a month in, I got into a huge fight with my father. I don't broadcast my family troubles, but it happened to be over the phone, and I was with the same friend who had introduced me to this guy at the time. My phone's speakers aren't stellar, so she heard every word. She got together a group of friends, including him, and they decided to get me out of town for the evening. We had driven two hours south when we reached this antique-looking, kitschy town where we stopped to explore. When night fell, they surprised me and bought out a penthouse suite of a very nice hotel, their treat, for the night in the town... My friends were so sweet to me. It was a
nice summer with them.
Here is an excerpt from my diary which I wrote after I woke up and we went home the next day. I looked for it because I was curious... I'm glad now that I decided to write about it then, actually, and I suggest anyone who hasn't had sex yet, to write their feelings down about it once they do. It was interesting rereading this entry. (This is not edited but obviously I omitted some paragraphs to condense, by the way. )
When he first gestured for me to get up, I'm not sure if I mentally knew what was going to happen, but I think, in my heart, I did. We went into the other room. And we played around until... it happened. He had a condom, which he wore... It hurt a lot, but I think because I was waiting so long [until I was 18], I was also ready for it, so it was kind of a nice hurt. I did bleed a bit, although I'm not sure if he really noticed. He was good to me and went really slow. I told him that I'd had sex with one other person before. I felt like at 18 I should have had sex before then, so I did lie. I don't know if he really believed me, but he was good about it anyway. We do get along well... I feel like sex is really not the sexiest thing in the world... but maybe it will get better?
We fell asleep cuddling and didn't have sex again before he left two weeks later on assignment. But we did continue to date and hang out almost every day before then.
With the exception of lying about my v-card, I don't have any regrets. Some friends have judged me for giving it away to someone I didn't know too well or for very long, but I'm pretty happy with my decision still, even though there's not even much of a friendship left with him anymore. I can still smile about it. It wasn't good sex, but it was a good situation with a good man.