I had my first sexual intercourse during the summer break, after finishing compulsory schooling. I was fifteen. I wasn’t ready for it, but the older I get, the more I’m glad it happened the way it did.
How did I enjoy my first time?
At the beginning of the summer break, I met an interesting guy. He was a few years older than me; I was impressed by his uniqueness—he was an interesting, striking, wild type. I liked him at first sight (afterward, I couldn’t stand guys with that look, and honestly, they still don’t do anything for me).
Dark eyes, dark hair, a goatee, a mafia-style look. He wasn’t actually from where I lived—he just had a cottage there—but that didn’t change the fact that we still spent quite a bit of time together, as is often the case with those sketchy summer flings.
As luck would have it, he…
One hot summer evening at the cottage, threw a party in grand style . The whole gang gathered there; we were having fun, drinking, and that was the crux of the matter. David’s mixed drinks were stronger than they seemed at first glance. I remember my first—and probably last—drink, which proved to be my undoing.
My head spun, my knees buckled, and before I knew it, he was carrying me to bed. I don’t remember anything from that point on, except for a sharp pain, somewhere in the midst of that jumble of sleep, delirium, and fainting spells.
The morning after sex wasn’t so positive…
I woke up in the morning and he was overjoyed that he’d finally gotten what he’d been craving all summer, and I hadn’t been willing to give it to him. At first I had no idea what he was talking about, but it soon dawned on me because the blood on the sheets clearly indicated what had happened. A few days later we broke up.
Or rather, I broke up with him, right after I found out from his sister that I wasn’t the only one. Well, to set the record straight: their neighbor told her he’d seen David bring a girl home whose description matched me exactly. But it wasn’t me…
Nothing Lasts Forever
And so our entire relationship ended—or rather, our two-month summer vacation romance, which began as passionately as it ended abruptly. A few months later, I found out he was engaged and was going to be a father. I was happy for him. The main thing for me was that I wasn’t the one expecting his child, since he didn’t really worry much about protection either…
So that was my first sexual experience, which I don’t remember, and I’m glad about that, because I can’t imagine having sex with someone for the first time while fully conscious. Of course, it doesn’t bother me now—I even enjoy it—but those early days… they’re usually always daunting.
And what was your first sexual experience like?
Did you like it—or not? How old were you when you lost your virginity? How did it affect you in the future?
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Ja o to prisla v 16 a vlastne docela nedavno… Bylo to krasny, s pritelem jsme porad spolu a on je na me hrozne hodnej…:) Rozhodne niceho nelituju!