We were sitting in his old Chevrolet, blanketed by the dark in the woods, smoking weed from a bubbler when I pulled a roll of condoms out of my purse and threw it on the car’s dashboard. We’d been out there several times before. The woods out in the country were the best place for teenagers to go “parking," even if it was just to smoke pot. We were good friends and I hadn’t done much more than let him finger me a couple years back. We were both 18 now and I had just gotten out of a dead end, year and a half long relationship a month beforehand and decided I wanted to fuck around. I’d already had sex with a couple people since the breakup and decided that night I was going to fuck my best friend. He was, after all, a virgin. I was just being a good friend, right?
“Wanna have sex?” I said.
I didn’t get an immediate response, just a surprised stare.
“Let’s go back to my place. You’re losing that cherry tonight” I teased.
“I’m scared!” He joked, smiling.
“I’ll learn ya,” I replied. I think he may have gulped.
I really did care for the boy. We had been spending an awful lot of time together as of late and I knew he still loved me from back when I didn’t love him. His awkward nerdiness and sweet demeanor were so attractive to me more than it had ever been before. He was one of my closest friends and I decided to have sex with him to take him out of the virgin status, and to satisfy my own lust.
I lived with my parents but the garage had been transformed in a sort of suite that became my room and could be locked off from the rest of the house. I even had my own entrance. It was perfect. Every night that we went out to get high, we would come back to this room, climb on my bed, and watch cartoons. It was never anything sexual. It was just two friends zoning out to anime. This time would be different. We sobered up and headed back to my place. When we entered the room, there was an unfamiliar tension between us. It was both exciting and scary. I got drunk off of it. The adrenaline was so intense and we hadn’t even begun.
In the back of my mind, I was a little apprehensive about sleeping with a friend. Well, a best friend. There’s always that possibility where having sex with a friend that you want to keep a friend could cause problems. The last thing I wanted to do was to jeopardize our friendship, or break his heart. I thought, we’ll see what happens when we get there. There’s no use trying to predict the future; he didn’t see this one coming.
There was something alluring about the way he was acting right before his first time. He was a bit shy about the whole thing and was a good distance away from me in the room. When I moved closer to him he didn’t run away, so that was a good start. The awkwardness quickly melted away and we “necked” for a while, then finally got to business.
When I lost my virginity to my ex-boyfriend (who was a virgin as well), the experience was not all that great. He didn’t last but a minute tops. He had a really quick trigger his first time, so I was kind of expecting to experience the same thing here. Boy was I wrong. It wasn’t just sex with my friend. We actually made love. Real love. Two hours of pure passion. It was like our bodies were made perfectly for each other. It was unlike anything either of us had ever experienced before. He stayed until the morning, cuddled up to me. This was definitely not going to be a one-night stand.
Afterwards, things didn’t get awkward at all. In fact, things between us got better. We were nearly inseparable and became more comfortable with each other. Having sex with my best friend wasn't a negative thing after all. Over the course of the next few months, we had many more sexcapades and decided to have a title for each other; boyfriend/girlfriend. A couple of years later, we ended up getting married at the age of 20. We’ve been married now for four years and counting. We’re still best friends.