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| MY FIRST TIME She was my cousin's best friend. We were at my house one night and started watching VH1 behind the music, The Lynard Skynard story. There is nothing like banging for the first time to the background music of Free bird. We started making out on the couch then went to the floor. After things got heated up, meaning I got a boner, I realized this was going to be it. I was going to get some ass, FINALLY! I thought to myself now maybe my friends can shut the fuck up and lay off me for a while. Not to mention I can engage in their frequent babble of current sexcapades. All that raced through my mind was that it was finally going to happen, but internally I had a fear of getting her pregnant. I didn't even start screwing yet and I was already letting my paranoid thoughts seep from the recesses of my mind into my conscience. I paused momentarily and realized that I didn't have a rubber. I scurried off like a gorilla up stairs to my brother's bedroom. I proceeded to pound on the door and wake him up, desperately needing a rubber. Thankfully enough, my brother practices safe masturbation and he had one. After he opened the door and let me in, I grabbed the condom and vowed I'd give it back when I was done. I then ran down stairs only actually coming into contact with 3 steps. When I returned back downstairs to the living room I laid down next to her and started making out again Yes, this is what a guy does when his penis goes limp. So when a chick thinks we are being sincere or romantic, nope, we are just waiting to get hard again, sorry! I proceeded to get her pants off, which were harder to do than pull off a CD wrapping with your fingernails. They weren't tight but I had limited experience taking women's pants off with one hand, the other one was grabbing at her boob. My paranoid mind started to run wild again. I repeatedly asked her if she was ok. Are you ok? You sure you want to do this? You are ready? You're sure? Ok, you are sure? This went on for about 10 minutes. She probably thought I was going to send her into space rather than sleep with her. All systems go. I think I was trying to talk myself into being ok with it rather than her. Let's just say I started to perform, after getting her expressed written consent, missionary style. I would have done it another way but I figured that style worked for my parents when I walked in on them before so I might as well give it a try. I couldn't just start busting out all the cool moves I've watched in porn for the last 5 years. I could have slipped, pulled a muscle, or shot my eye out. It felt good but I know it could have been better without the condom. I mean if fucking with a condom was suppose to feel good I would of fucked all the sandwich and garbage bags in the house when I was 13. I think I lasted an hour, then again it was daylight savings time and we set the clocks ahead so it was probably only a few minutes. Either way I get to add that hour. It happened to be April Fools morning. After being deflowered I gave her a ride home. I can recall seeing the flowers at the end of the street start to bloom, much like I did. I know that sounds gay, but not as gay as when I got home I played guitar for 10 minutes, jerked off, and went to bed. We did proceed to have an on again off again relationship- I'd get on her again and get off every now and then. |