My boyfriend and I had been dating for about three and a half months. He was my first boyfriend, and I had absolutely no prior experience, so I was understandably nervous about the idea of sex. He was slightly more experienced than me, and also more comfortable with idea of going farther, but he was also incredibly kind and loving, and insisted that we go at my pace, and I didn’t do anything I wasn’t comfortable with.
I slowly got more used to the idea of sex, and for about a month we flirted with the idea, at first flippantly, but with increasing seriousness. Finally, when he was going down on me one night, I pushed him off and told him to go get a condom. In the minute while he was gone to fetch the condom from his room in the house (I always stay in a seperate little building his family calls the gym), I was nervous, but the minute he got back everything just seemed to click. It all felt incredibly natural and familiar, and it didn’t hurt at all. He didn’t last that long, which was absolutely fine at the time. Afterwards we cuddled for a bit, and then he went back to his room in the house and we went to sleep. The next morning we had sex again. And again. And again. It was great. And that’s how I lost my V.
- Name: Noku
- Gender: Female
- Age of Virginity Loss: 16
- Current Age: 16
- How would you categorize your story?: Perfect
- Country: USA
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