Welcome to my fifth post for Rebel’s Notes‘ Wicked Wednesday, First Time Sex. You don’t have to use the prompt but I wanted the inspiration, and I thought it would be a fun challenge. The prompt for this week was:
We have all had that first time sex experience. What was your first time like? We’re you ready? Were you nervous? Do you regret it? Was it exciting and sensual and everything you hoped it would be? After the very first time you continue to experience more firsts. Your first blowjob. Your first threesome. The first time you realized the way you enjoyed sex was different than the way others enjoyed it. And somewhere in there you even experienced your first orgasm. Tell us about one of your firsts.
First Time Sex
My first time sex is a very happy memory. I was 17 (almost 18), and we’d been dating for about six months. It was love. I thought he was my soul mate……part of me still thinks he was my soul mate.
We’d borrowed his dad’s car and driven to the coast, it happened to be a really warm September and we knew this beach that was out of the way, not many people knew about it. We’d been there all day; laying on a blanket talking, touching, laughing. It was one of those perfect days, we even had a BBQ right there on the beach. We stayed there until the sun got so low we struggled to find the path back up to the car. But when we got back neither of us wanted to head home, so we laid out the blanket in front of the car and settled back, looking up at the stars and talking.
Talking led to more touching and somehow without either of us making a conscious decision it was happening. We didn’t even get completely undressed. It was slow and careful, and despite what I’d heard before (and since) it didn’t hurt. In fact it felt wonderful, especially when we realised it wasn’t uncomfy for me and speeded things up.
I had this huge silly grin on my face, and we stayed there for a while before we covered ourselves up. Then we just lay there staring at the sky until the sun appeared over the horizon, lighting up the sea. We got in the car and drove down into Whitby. Getting bacon sandwiches and coffee, eating them while we watched the fishing boats unload.
There’s not a thing about that first time sex that I would change, not one single thing.
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