Let’s talk: the 1st time you DID it.
August 11th, 2008 by Sarah Morrison
I was totally in love with this boy in high school. (the one who is getting married) He was older than me. He went to college and got hot college girls. I bid my time with some totally head over heels in love with me dude who was cute, but had horrible acne. We talked about doing it. I wanted to, not with him but just to get it over with I think. We made a plan. We planned to do it after the prom.
The entire prom was weird. I was nervous knowing it. He was too. It was the most uncomfortable evening of my life. We left prom early, like any cool kids would do and headed to some hotel party. We drank, gauged each others drunkenness and decided we were ready at some point. It was weird and awkward. I didn’t look at him once. It hurt and I just wanted it to end. Luckily it did, in under a minute.
Within months me and dream boy were back together. We had real sex. I was always sort of glad i got it over with with meaningless dude. But, meaningless dude developed an affinity for stalking me and Mike and leaving threatening voicemails daily. Then he and his weirdo friends would get drunk and show up in my parents front yard yelling my name at 3 am. My brother managed to talk him off the ledge and out of our yard, numerous times. I heard that dude is married now and lives in his parents basement. He prolly still has weird awkward sex that lasts under a minute.
I blogged about this whole “doing it after the prom thing” sometime last year. My mom called me crying and I had no idea what was going on. She mumbled something about me looking different that morning after prom. I kept trying to interject during said tears asking what the hell we were talking about. I ended up getting her to pause, forcing her to enunciate, and managing to decipher “I READ YOUR BLOG.” I ugh-ed. I told her I would call her back. She sniffled. I hung up.
Your turn bitches.
When did youi first do it?
a treehouse when i was like 13, it was probably the worst ever and Im also kind of glad I got it out of the way, thank god the dude was really hot though.
thats the most depressing shit i ever heard. u shouldve have shot him thats wat i say. all that akwardness/wierdness and pain for less than a minute… yep u definately shoudlve shot him afterwards.
i’m 22. i first did it about 7 months ago. i waited and waited to be in a “relationship” blah blah blahhhh but i just wasn’t finding anyone worth my time. and i was so over it being a “special” thing. so one night i just ended up just having sex with one of my good guy friends.
then that was it. i got it over with. it was good. he knew i hadn’t before, but we didn’t talk about it, because i didn’t want to. so it just happened. i no longer held the title of virgin that i HATED.
i wish i had a funnier story sometimes, then again i’m just glad i got it over with!
and we’ve been doing it ever since.
haha.
six weeks into freshman year. i was 17, slightly drunk and raped by some trust fund baby at harvard. he was also really hot.
i was 15, maybe 16. i’d be dating the guy for about 3 months. we couldnt quite get the movements down…it sucked. its gotta be done at some point and im pretty sure its always akward the first few times
I did it for the first time when I was 17 in my room while my super cool mom was downstairs watching tv. She knew I was sexually active, and at my age, she knew I was going to do it at some point, her only concern was pregnancy. She knept giving me condoms begging me to “be safe for chrissake!”. My boyfriend at the time who I ended up dating for 5 years, was kind and gentle and it was the best first time experience I could have asked for. Not very ‘Missbehave’, but more like cheesy after school special. Siiiiigh.
I was 15… and in “love” after like 2 months of dating… it was the summer and we were going to go to the pool but decided to stay at my house where my parents weren’t home… it was his first time too
for some reason we thought me losing it on top would be a good idea…
and back then we didnt understand the meaning of lubrication
it was an all out horrid experience
i was 17 and totally in love with this boy who had broken my heart by “cheating on me”. to prove i was still hot & awesome & he wanted me back i had sex with him. it was horrible. it hurt so bad. i couldn’t get wet. he was a douche about it. afterwards i went home and cried.
i hate him now, not because of the sex. i still tried to make him want me back but after awhile decided i hated him because he was the jessica simpson of 19 year old florida boys. he calls me all the time and calls me “the one that got away” now & i tell him to suck my dick.
7/7/97. I was 16. boyfriend of 3 months. i was ” in love”…outside in a ravine/park, we walked, and picnicked than had sex under the tree. it hurt…like stung, I was very disappointed…..and the tree/park was right behind this house/backyard/fence and sure enough the owner came out and stood at his fence, like 20 ft away from the tree…..so we packed up and left….2nd time in bfriends car was sooooooo much better…..sigh memories…..
haven’t yet
With a long distance boyfriend at his parents house in Idaho when everyone was asleep. I was 16. It didn’t hurt like most girls have stated, but then again I had daily sessions with my vibrater for quite a long time before actaully having sex. It was however pretty boring and short.
at 16 5 months into the relationship, i was suprised i lasted that long since i was a horndog before being non virginized. it was good and i liked the pain lol
i was 16. we were messing around and i was nervous (and it showed), and was told i was going to be a virgin for the rest of my life… so i did it.
my best friend was also in the room, pretending to watch tv.
18, in a basement bedroom. to fear and loathing in las vegas with a dude that 3 days later had me meet him at the apple store at the mall in my home town. while there he introduced me to his 30yo GF (who i had no idea about). it was shitty, but now i realize: fuck him.
in an f150 i was 14 he was 19, i cried
i’m a a total softie, what you said about you mom is sad as hell
anyway as for me, i was 14. to this day, i still regret it, i was too young. he was my first bf, first kiss. i was attracted to him, i liked talking to him, i “liked” him. i didn’t have stong feelings for him. i did it just to do it. i was nervous. it hurt a lot, i bled a lot. we only had sex one time. about 2 weeks later, i found out the dude was cheating on me. i broke up with him. honestly it didn’t even bother me much, i didn’t care.
fast forward two years later, i was dating a guy i liked ALOT. i guess i would call him my first love? maybe, maybe not. maybe just the first guy i had real feelings for. we were never officially bf and gf, i didn’t want to be in a relationship/commit. he was the second guy i had sex with, and i wish i would’ve waited for him to be my first. ugh to this day, i don’t even claim/count that first dude. is it ok to say i lost it to the second dude ? whatever, thats the one i want it to be.
I’ve already gone into this: 16 lost it to a gay Musical Theater major. Whatever. No one cares. Worst day ever. Lalala. Kill me.
So, I went to senior prom with this dude who was in the same friend circle as me, but we were more like random semi-friends…I dunno. Anyways, dude and i had a summer fling thing going on after that. I worked at a girl scout camp that summer. I lived in the great outdoors for a week and was allowed to go home every weekend. One weekend my friend threw a huge party in her basement/backyard type deal. Stressed out from being the primary caretaker of little girls for a whole week in the woods, one of which got worms in her butt, I decided to relieve all the stress from that week by downing any alcoholic beverage in sight.
I’m catching up with one of my best gal pals who is opening cans of pineapples so she can drain out the juice to use as a mixer. I help her by eating the pineapples and or throwing them at people that are annoying us. We’re having a good time walking around with pineapple cans in our hands thinking of other uses for the pineapples, and then dude, who is best friends with the hostess of the party, comes up and somehow lures me upstairs into the house. We go into our friend’s parents room, start making out and then out of both of our drunkness somehow randomly start doing it. Friend who is throwing the party walks in on us and starts yelling “you better not be having sex in my parents’ bed!” we yell back “we’re nooot” drunkingly and she walks out. Then she walks in again to get something from her parents bathroom and yells at us again the same thing as before. We yell back the same reply.
Outside my two guy friends (who do not like this dude at all) are throwing bottles and cans at the bedroom window while my pineapple juice mixer girlfriend is yelling “STOP FUCKING MY FRIEND!!!”
To top it all off: Dude’s older sister was trying to find him and walks in on us! She freaks out we both freak out. she runs out the room covering her eyes and screaming, and then one of the bottles/cans cracks the window. My friend’s parents’ bedroom’s window. After we’re done we both put our clothes back on. When we open the door my pineapple juice gal pal is standing outside with one of the throwing bottles guys. Dude heads towards the laundry room with my friend’s parents’ blood stained sheets, and gal pal walks me downstairs telling me how she just had her first kiss with throwing bottle guy. I didn’t quite remember that we had sex that night until my friends told me about it. I think I was just trying to block that memory out cause it was so overwhelming, but it’s just super funny to me now.
I was 19 and we did it on his round shaped bed. It was a really cheesy bed. He was a really cheesy guy,
* sigh * Still a virgin, still horny as fuck. But the worst part is I’ve come close a couple times, but I always end up saying now, and they always end up realizing it’s cause I’m a virgin. And it SUCKS.
However, while a big part of me is sick of being a virgin, and bigger part of me is happy I’ve waited. If I had done it with one of those guys, I know I would regret it, and that’s my whole deal. I don’t have to be married, I don’t have to be dating the guy, or even in love with him. I just don’t want any regrets about it. I wanna be able to look be and say, “Wow that was hilariously great.”
I was 18. It was last summer. yeah, yeah, laugh it up kids.
I’m a newbie at this whole deal.
we were in his apartment. it was a month or two after I had gotten my first kiss (and it was from this same boy). and we were very drunk and I didn’t remember the whole situation. I remember that the lines between penetration and virginity seemed to be very fuzzy.
so get this, the next morning I decided that I didn’t want to leave wondering if I still had my virginity or not. so there he is with morning wood and it’s like 9am and we’re probably still drunk and I’m like “hey wanna do it?”.
so we did. It was quick and painless though not so enjoyable.
14 with my boyfriend who i ended up dating on and off for 3 years. he drove me home after school and before his basketball practice. we had decided that we would do it. it was both of our first times. i just kinda wanted to get it over with. i didn’t really care that it was with him.
we ended up fooling around on my living room floor. no one was home. he was on top. when he put it “in” he ended up wedging his dick between my butt and the floor. and then proceeded to “fuck” that space. he came in about 2 minutes. he was concerned that it had hurt. i said “no.” then i feigned excitement over our first time. i didn’t want to embarrass him by telling him he just fucked the floor.
we ended up having our real first time a week later. it didn’t hurt.
omg, Lava … best story ever!
I was 16. Been dating the dude for a month or so.
I just wanted to get it over & done with.
He was asian (small penis) so that was ok for my first time.
After that night i couldn’t look at him the same so i dumped him.
I was a month away from eighteen, playing hooky at my grandma’s house. At one point I asked him if he loved me, he told me to call his phone. His voice mail was “Don’t Ever Fucking Question That.” I was dunzo. He proceeded to rip my hymen to shreds in the guest room.
Then we went to McDonalds.
DaretobeHappii, you are me like a year ago. i had the exact same logic. i say totally wait till there’s someone you know, because i drunkenly almost did it with a few and i’m glad i waited till it was with someone i knew, cause i would have regretted it otherwise!
I was 17 and dating my boyf for about 2 months. It was Martin Luther King Day, it didn’t hurt. I remember The Strokes & Young Jeezy playing from his laptop. Bye hymen!
it happened when i was in 8th grade.. jumped the feence with my Skater Boyfriend into my old
elementary school since there was nowhere else
around to do the deed. we did it it hurted semi.. after when we were about to leave this balloon appeared a Happy birthday Antz one.. Never found out how it just appeared.. he kept it for awhile..
oh Yeah we did it in the teacher lounge hahah
i was thirteen, i met the guy in the psychiatric ward my mom was in. he was 15, and when he got out we were inseperable for a few weeks. we went to a bush party, after like 1 mikes hard lemonade i decided i wanted to have sex. in the tent he was like “oh are you sure? really? are you sure?”
it was boring and felt wierd.
i think i just wanted to get my mind off the rest of my life when i was with him, like his problems made my family seem sane…
like a month later he got bored of me and cheated on me with his neighbour.
i was 19 when i lost it…i met this really “awesome” guy…he was 26 i was wasted one night totally hit on him…aka devoured him…he drove me to my car that night and we just started making out mad stylee in his truck…well as soon as we know it we hear a tapping on the window and a huge light flashing on us…yeah the cops were called cuz we left his car running…i was taking down for indecent exposure…so you know it was love from the beginning…we started dating and for a while i wouldnt let him get close to me at all..we were both drunk ALL the time and i thought that if i lost it while sober it would be “special” (ps i got mad daddy drama) well i spent the night at his house one night (he still lived with his parents)and the next morning things just started getting hot n heavy (oh by the way he had bunk beds…so dreamy) well i let him fuck me right then thinking that since we were both sober and had been dating for a bit it was fine…i also just wanted to get it over with…so hes fucking me and all of a sudden his brother walks in and starts talking to him about his job…so while this guys INSIDE OF ME on his BUNK BED hes having a convo with his bro…rad.
i dated him for six months.
I was 18 and on my period and I told him, convinced her would put his clothes back on and make me a sandwich bt he didn’t, he kept going and we did it on his dad’s bed and I was so glad I was on my period because you couldn’t tell which blood was virgin blood and which was already coming out of me. He told his dad it was from a nosebleed and I was completely afraid I was preggo because the whole thing was a blur but all I remembered was him inside me then pulling out because the condom had come off. Ha, first pregnancy scare, of many.
whoa her=he. I definitely did it with a dude.
I was 19 which was shocking b/c I had done everything else when I was 13. It was st patricks day the dude was hot and about to leave for boot camp or something. We drank green beer all night long, stumbled back to my apt. My two friends passed out on the couch and we snuck into my bedroom. It was pretty sloppy and gross. It didn’t hurt but it didn’t feel good at all. I’m shocked I waited that long to do it.
i’m 17 and it happened about two weeks ago.
he was 21 and we were taking a walk into the woods near my house. all of a sudden he starts making out/sucking with my neck and touching me all over. it was pretty hot. he ran back to his car to get a sleeping bag and came back and layed it down. we did a few “things” before hand but then he put a condom on and we went at it. it didn’t hurt and was somewhat pleasent. but then all of a sudden, a biker came down the trail. he jumped off of me so fast and we both layed low to the ground until the biker went past, as i giggled about the absurdity of it all. he said he wouldn’t be able to get hard again after a scare like that. we both had a cliche cig afterwards. it’s a story to tell my grandkids, or all you sassy girls here at missbehave.
I was 15, with a guy a year older than me who I had been dating for a few months (who was a virgin, too), in our friend’s guest bedroom on the futon with our asshole friends trying to jimmy the lock. At one point before we actually did it his mom called and he left the room for a minute to talk to her. Complete douche. Anyway, I was on top. The condom broke and he admitted that it had been in his wallet for a year. When I freaked out, he told me that if I was pregnant I should just get an abortion. All this was said in our friend’s living room in front of everyone. Needless to say, the talk of the school for the next month was whether or not the ridiculous stories he made up about me were true. The sex was uneventful except for the pregnancy scare, but according to him I liked it in the ass and tried to get another guy in on a threesome.
i was 13, he was my mom’s boyfriend. i told her in high school, she never believed me.
I was 15. With a boy who I had been going on dates with for a month and a half. Decided it was time for him and I to do it. It was after school while my parents were at work. It was uncomfortable. No blood. The next day at school he brought me flowers. I thought it was pretty lame, bringing me flowers for deflowering me. Since we were dating for a month and a half he asked if I wanted to be his gf, I said no. Two months later I found a new boy.
a boy gave me ghb on my 15 birthday, i woke up not a virgin.
i was 15 & thats all i can remember.
horrible.
I was 16 and he was totally crazy. It was fun, he kept his hat on and I was glad I let him. Over time we lost touch cuz he got locked up. He would write me these really sweet letters. What ya’ll know bout the jailmade cards? lol.Now he’s free and happens to be good friends with my current boo whom he is slightly afraid of. Sooo, now when we are all together chillin he won’t even make eye contact with me.
all these stories are just convincing me to wait longer …..
thank you missbehave for encouraging my abstinence !
I was/am sixteen; lost it about 8 months ago.
me and buddy had been seeing each other for about 3 weeks. he’s two years older and has fucked basically all of vancouver. well not really, but somewhere around 10-15 girls, probably a lot more by now.
anyway, we got to his house after a night at the hipster-karaoke bar, we’d fooled around before, he knew i was a virgin, candles were lit, the deed was done. he’s incredibly good looking and charming and overwhelmingly good at making out (ohai, 18y/o version of hugh grant who dresses like james dean) but not THAT good in bed. we had sex a few more times, he broke up with me, i was heartbroken, we slept together again a month ago, i know now that he’s a HUGE douchebag. at least i can say i lost it to a legend.
whoa, i just discovered that there are pics of a 16 y/o him on google.
i am now happily fucking but not dating a guy who is much, much better in bed.
also, i am now dealing with the fact that douchebag and i are making out on a couple of pages of the latest adbusters magazine. i know he knows, but we haven’t talked since the last time we slept together. the whole sitch is just really awkward. ah, at least the photos are really small because i ain’t lookin too hot.
I kind of pressured my BF into it. He was a virgin too, so it sucked. I occasionally run into him in the East Village.
I did it when I was 19 with a guy I was in love with.
Like KatyMC I had done pretty much everything else at 13 or 14, so it was weird that I waited so long - I just really didn’t want to do it with someone in my high school social circle because everyone would have been so up in my business. I honestly don’t really remember the actual first time we did it because we did it a few times that same day. I guess it didn’t hurt because I think I would remember that.
On a similar topic, I once met a girl who said she had to get hymen removal surgery because she could not even stick tampons up there without excruciating pain!!!
When I was 16 I was in a band with all of my best guy friends. The drummer was a guy I dated all throughout middle school and the beginning of high school (first boyfriend, first kiss, first everything else). He broke up with me because he said I was too good for him?? and I didn’t deserve him? A week later he was dating this albino girl who looked like a man. Sad.
I was still totally in love with him but was pretty good at playing it cool. All of our friends started doing it. Neither drummer boy nor I were in a relationship. One night during a drunk AIM sesh, we agree that we want in on all the hype and literally set up a DATE to take each other’s v cards. I’m all “yesssss we will get back together FOR SURE”.
The big day finally comes. It is a snow day (in february). The whole band is hanging out at the bassist’s house. I drink a bottle of pink andre and give the bassist a bubble bath. Drummer offers to “drive me home”.
We try to find an inconspicuous place to do it, but we end up getting stuck in mud in a backyard of a house that is being built in my neighborhood. We have to call his dad to pull us out.
This did not deter our efforts to become deflowered. We ended up parking in some random school’s parking lot. It hurt so fucking bad. I didn’t think I would bleed but I did. When he dropped me off he kissed me so I figured MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.
That weekend we snuck off and did it in his car again. The next day he told me he wanted to start dating this other girl and we had to stop doing it.
BUMMER!
Oh and then a year or so later he told me he wanted to date me again so I slept with him. Too bad his friends convinced him to sleep with me so they could watch it through the window.
Thems some fucked up kids, I haven’t spoken to him since.
“ror mcsnore”- that was hilarious (=
Nine months ago, i was 15. At that time, we have
only dated for a month. I’ve been dying to loose
my virginity, we both were. I didn’t believe he
was a virgin, because he was one of those cocky
football players the girls drooled over. Turns out,
he’s a big softie~
Surprisingly, he was more nervous than me- it show,
very much (l0l). He was gentle, and sweet&very
scared for me. I was unbelievably tight, and he
refused to just “shove it in&get it over with”.
I didn’t bleed, but cried alot. To sum it up,
it took us a couple of times&couple of days
to finally “get it in”.
We’re still dating, things have been rocky.
-for a very, very, very long time. I honestly
don’t get the fireworks anymore, i can tell
he doesn’t either. it’s going to be ugly )=
yeah prolong this whole thing as much as possible. s
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day before my 18th birthday i swore i wouldnt be a virgin at 18. after 30 min of trying to get it in, finally did. it hurt like a bitch!!! it was kind off fun we laughed the whole time and talked and he asked if i was okay. totally a good experience except for those 30 minutes wasted. lmao. jaja best post ever.
damn im a whore. i was 15. me n dude(my dad’s girlfriend’s son) didnt even go out, but i had known him for like 3 years but my bestie was in the room lying right next to me. he stuck it in and i was making noises and he covered my mouth cuz my brother was in the other room on the comp and my grandma was upstairs aslepp. i dont even remember the exact date. i just know it was sometime during spring break.
I was 15 he was 17… we were drinking Goldschlager. The event took place in the back of his uncles rusty van in the freezing cold. I was happy it was over but it was in the top 10 percent of the worst sex ever. Eh, you live and learn.
nbergaaaaaahh….. that sounds a lot like me storyyyy… the ages part, heregoes.(alhthough, like nobody’s gonna read this cause it’s so far down the list) I was 17, bout to head off to college on that bitchin scholarship (stop me if you’ve heard this on) he was 21, jamaican, and a new acquaintance.damn! I went over to this place he was stayin at the day after me met ‘im. didn’t do it that day though.the NEXT day— cause me a classy bitch, ya heard-he took it, i cried the whole time too, bled and all that shit..and the ass-kicka: HE still calls me and tells me he loves me, and always has called.proposed to me a couple o’ times- now me a non-trusting young lady. dat was about…. 5years ago dun son.
Let’s see…I’m 18, lost it about 3 weeks ago…to my boyfriend
ummmm…details, details…We’ve been together for about 1-year and 5-months, yes ladies…he waited for me and never forced me to do anything…I can honestly say he is AWESOME, bitches want him but he’s mine.
HOWEVER, I moved up to San Francisco about…3 weeks ago(in order to go to school & shit). My mama dropped me off, but he came with my roommate’s family. My family decided to depart a bit earlier than expected, 8 a.m, so I called the sucka and told him to come over the apartment since the other roommates were still spending the last few hours with their families.
The invite was totally INNOCENT, I planned to go eat breakfast, then explore the city, did not happen.
A rule that we had is that NO ONE is allowed in the room, he of course followed it…
I lost it to him in the bathroom, hurt like a bitch I didn’t deliberately cry, but tears did roll off my eyes, I didn’t bleed.
…worst part, was we didn’t know when my roommates were going to come to the apartment.
Then a sudden knock on the door, a slam of the door.
We were scared shitless.
My clothes were in the living room, haha….
Turned out no one was there.
…But we did manage to break the toilet =/
Hahaha..
Don’t regret it at all, he’s coming to visit me in 2 weeks =]
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college dorm room. weird cartoonist i didn’t even like. most awkwardest moment of my life. i hated myself and him the day after.