Losing My Virginity

My friend Belle was right on the money. Six weeks later Dylan and I shared what was one of the most important days I had ever had in my life. It was the beginning of a tremendous journey, the beginning of the path of one of the most enjoyable things in life: It was the day I lost my virginity.
It was a Monday, the 24th of June to be precise. I was home from school, and he was away from home, at my house, in my room, on my bed. Dylan and I were laying in my bed on this cold, overcast day. We were cuddling under the blankets, naked, so we could feel each others skin. I was laying ontop of him, and we would kiss every now and then but mostly we were just staring at each other, just staring. Looking through the other, I was staring into his eyes and he was staring into mine. It was the first time (or the second) we had been fully naked together as normally he would keep his boxer shorts on. I had previously been laying next to him, his hands were wanding my body before his fingers entered me and he gradually got up to four. It was a wise thing to do given what was about to happen. Whether or not he was planning on stretching me out for sex I guess I'll never know. I sort of knew in the back of my mind that today would be the day.
As I was laying ontop of him, and we were the same height I was very concious of where on his body I was laying, so that he wasn’t touching me where it counts. I had to arch my back a little
so his dick wouldn't be near any part of my opening. It got quite painful after a while so I was slowly edging my way down, trying not to let him enter me. But eventually his cock twitched and for a brief moment his head touched my opening and we both let out a small moan. I lay there a while just staring into his eyes. I had a good hard think about it and I moved down just the tiniest bit more. He was in me but only just slightly, not even a centimetre. We were both afraid, I could see it in his eyes. Not afraid but uncertain what to do. Anxious. Nervous.
After a while of laying there, being a little uncertain of where to go from here, he was looking at me.
“I’m about to do something in a minute and if you don’t like it, or you feel uncomfortable, I want you to tell me straight away.” I nodded. I knew exactly what he was going to do, it wasn't rocket science. I was fine with it, it was time. I loved him and he loved me (well so I felt at the time) and now was the time. I wanted it, I wanted to feel that emotion. Dylan, never taking his eyes off of mine, slowly pushed himself up inside me. I gasped quietly, it felt so amazing. I could feel every centimetre that came in, being opened up physically and emotionally. He let out a small gasping noise when he entered me. He had his hands on my arms, and slowly, we started to make love. After a minute or so he stopped. “If we are going to do this, I should use protection.” I nodded. It was a little frustrating, the first fuck of my life being interupted, but I had only been on the pill a week. He slowly pulled himself out and sat up. I lay back down on my bed, and watched him. He pulled out the condom from his wallet. I watched him unwrap it, and carefully slip it on. Watching him handle the condom reminded me of what I was doing and engaging in. I was having sex. I felt just a tiny bit dirty but not in a way that made me feel bad. He looked at me and smiled gently. He asked me to lay down again, and I obliged. He lay himself down ontop of me gently and we kissed. He looked down and held himself, and slowly re-entered. I was intrigued how he had to physically hold himself and put it in. I wasn't sure if all guys did that or if it was because he was a tad small. Again I gasped. He wrapped his arms around me, he didn’t sit up off me, but lay his entire body on me, so we were as physically close as two people can be. I'm a little suprised he didn't squash me.
He went slowly, about the rythym of “1 guinea pig, 2 guinea pig..”, bad choice of words, I know. It was so intense. The closeness was amazing, I could only think of how amazing it was at the time, and how much I loved him. We stopped after a while due to the unfortunate even of him climaxing. He rested in me for a little bit. He lay down beside me, and cuddled me tighly. I was so content. After a while Dylan said “I’m guessing you still didn’t…”
“No” I smiled.
“….I’ve tried everything, I give up now!” He joked. It was good to have something like that, to break up the seriousness a little. We lay there for quite a while in each others arms. We started to kiss again, slowly he pulled me ontop of him, and eventually, he entered me again and once more we made love. I did my best, being ontop, but I had doubts I was any good, still being my first time, but pleasure wasn’t what was important, it was the closeness. It was the love that was being shared. Still we stared into each other’s eyes. “If there is anything that will make it better for you, let me know okay?” He would say. “Okay.” I felt he was asking because I wasn’t making much noise, but I couldn’t, I was too busy soaking up the feeling of actually having sex. He asked me again.
“The only thing that would make it better is this.” I stopped what I was doing and reached over towards my chest of drawers. I picked up my lighter and lit my white candle, and got up and lit my large purple one, that had never been lit before. Dylan smiled at me. I returned to him and we continued to make love. After a while, he climaxed which was good for both of us. He cleaned himself up in the bathroom, and asked me if I wanted him to flush the used condom down the toilet (and I must say, a used condom is one of the grossest things I had ever seen)
but I asked him to wrap it in tissues and put it in my bin, I didn't want a whale choking on his semen somewhere in the Pacific Ocean.
Now that that was done, we dressed ourselves and made some lunch. That’s when the pain started to kick in for me. There was no pain while we were making love, which I thought was perculiar, it was just afterwards that reeeeeally hurt. When I first got out of bed, my legs were
shaking madly, I needed Dylan to help me down the stairs, but I only really noticed the pain as such when we were in the kitchen cooking lunch. I complained like a bitch and he apoligised, but I laughed and said it didn’t matter because it didn’t. When the time came for Dylan to go home we walked into my room and I got out a pin, he kept asking me what I was doing, thinking I was going to poke him with a needle. I picked up the purple candle and I began to carve my name into it. I asked him if he minded doing the same, and he obliged quite happily. We put the candle down and I picked up the candle snuffer. Doing this with a candle was something I had wanted
to do for many years as a symbollic thing of love, it was very important to me. He put his hand over mine, and together we snuffed out the candle. I was so close to tears because I was so
happy. I collapsed into him and we cuddled. After he left, I carved in two runes meaning gift and physical love onto the candle, as well as the date. The whole experience was perfect.

That is just about word for word of what I had written down that very afternoon. I'm just about the only person I know who had that "romantic first time" experience and I am glad for it. However in hindsight I can think of a few other men I loved more to lose it to, but at the time it was perfect - regardless what I think now. Ultimately I think that's all that matters.


-Endrin-