I was 16. I was dating the man I am now married to (we had several years of an Open Relationship, so he is not my only lover, but he was my first)
He primed me, prepared me and trained me for sex over a series of months. He knew I was a virgin and he had experience with women. He knew what to do, how to be gentle, and when to hold back.
The first time was in his bed during the day. It was beautiful. We knew it was going to happen that day. I went into the bathroom to insert a tube of contraceptive cream (we didn't use condoms and I wasn't taking any chances on getting pregnant) I just sat there on the toilet shaking, I wanted
it, but had heard so many horror stories, I was still scared. He had said he'd be there for me, no matter what happened.
We had played around a lot and he had used a lot of finger play to get me ready over a long period of months. I wouldn't let him go down on me (what the hell was wrong with me?
) and I hadn't given him head yet, either, I don't think.
It was absolutely beautiful. It didn't hurt, there was no pain, no blood, I really enjoyed myself completely. I didn't have an orgasm (I had to wait until I let him go down a week or so later for that to happen when we were together) but it was such a wonderful experience. I couldn't have hoped for a better first time.
We just lay in each other's arms and then went to get some food and then we went to his band's practice. I sat there with my little secret, a little sore, but happy as could be. I couldn't wait to do it again.