Had been with my first boyfriend for three months (met him through my friend, he was her boyfriend's best friend), I was his first too (in the girlfriend sense and in the having sex with sense), I was sleeping at his house as I often did, he had a single bed we slept in together. He's being all fidgety and nervous and I sort of have an idea of what's on his mind, then he comes out with "Soooo... doyouwannahavesex?" and I immediately said "Yes." then there was a slight pause as (I assume) he boggled at how small a deal that was and then we got to it.
I'd been on the pill for a month already 'cause I'm dead sensible like that. So it was no condom, me on top, and finally him frantically telling me to quieten down because his mum was sleeping next door (I figure that was what cost me my orgasm, what a shame).
... See, when I was still with him I wrote two sides of an A4 page describing this night for someone's art project (yes, they were asking people how they lost their virginity for a college project) but now I can't bring myself to be anything other than "Eh, it happened, it wasn't a big deal" about it.
Now, the guys I've slept with who I don't wish I'd never met, I could tell you some soppier (and funnier!) stories about...
