My first time
I was raised in a religious conservative home. Most social experiences were at church activities. Sex wasn’t something that was ever talked about. Like most, I learned to masturbate from friends (check my bio) as a young teenager. I always was made to feel I wasn’t very attractive, so my experiences with girls was limited, even when I got to college. Finally, in the summer before my senior year I met a girl at a party who seemed a little more “open” to adventure. After a few dates, the big night came. We went to a movie and afterwards went to our favorite parking spot. After some fumbling around, the moment of truth arrived. As I hovered over her naked body, my erect penis was ready to explode. After years of imagining the feeling, I was about to finally experience it. I slowly placed the head in and started easing the rest of the shaft into her. The feeling was more than even I had imagined. As we began our awkward rhythm of sex, I realized that even though this was everything I had hoped for, I didn’t want to get her pregnant. (In those days condoms weren’t easily accessible). After what seemed like an eternity, but probably only a couple minutes, I pulled out, unable to cum due to my nervousness. She seemed happy from the experience and I was ecstatic from having finally entered a vagina. Eventually there were more times with her (once eight times in one weekend), but the first is forever burned in my memory. That experience occurred exactly 50 years ago as I write this. I wonder whatever happened to her.
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