myfirsttime

I started this blog because yesterday, I was asked about my "first time". No, I'm not gonna sugar coat it, I barely remembered it, because honestly, I didn't think that my 'first time' really...counted. You'll understand later, I promise.

So, I was about 14 I think, young I know, and this guy in the oldest year (17! We'll call him 'J') had asked me on a date. An actual date. Hmm. Sounded like fun at the time, until I got the bus into town and as the bus got stuck in traffic I saw him outside my local "Gerrard's Newsagents" rolling a cig. He was wearing DC's, baggy jeans with his whole boxer covered backside hanging out, a skate shirt of some sort (he bmx-ed, SO cool when he got knocked out and ended up in hospital, y'know?) and a massive hoodie. I'm wearing my baggiest 3/4 jeans (with a total of 9 pockets, who needs that many pockets, ever?) a grey vest top and a kids hoodie so it was cropped and super tight, why did I think I was a cool alternate chic? Oh, and trademark black and pink Vans trainers ;) So cool.

We hugged to say hello, we walked holding hands, though I was actually physically shaking - honestly I'd liked him since day one of high school, it was full on teenage love, on my part. He hadn't known who I was until a week earlier.

We ended up next to a car dealership which happened to have a really rural area behind it (he found it so quickly I'd assumed it was his 'spot', who'd have guessed he was a virgin too?) After around half an hour, he sparked up a rolly and asked me if I wanted a pull. Well, I hadn't smoked before but he was the cool older kid that smoked, and occasionally sold weed for his mates - SO not what my mum would want, therefore SO cool. Well, I couldn't smoke could I, not properly anyway, so he took the piss out of me and I guess this was him flirting because then he kissed me. Literally seconds later, he's putting my hand on the hard bulge of his baggy jeans and trying to undo mine, to which I push his hand away - so not what I'd expected, but just wait til I tell my best friend, V. She'd had sex about a month ago, everyone thought she was so cool, but the girl who lost her virginity the month before that? Total tramp.

So he's trying to push my hand down his trousers and his down mine, and I'm a little grossed out at the fact that a guy might 'frigg' me, so I roll him over onto has back and proceed to wank the guy off. He seems like he's enjoying it (I notice that we're not THAT far away from the car dealership, and I'm slightly uncomfortable with the fact he's just taken my top off, we are after all loosing my hand-job virginity. Hey, one thing leads to another, and the next thing I know, my jeans are around my ankles, I've officially been fingered (and he attempted to go down on me, how sweet? But I didn't really think it was appropriate out in the open, y'know? Maybe next time, I though.) So that's three bases down, one to go and oh, he's barely two inches in and....it's all over. Amazing. The 'ughhh' I get from him is confirmation the the goo not so much in me as on me, is definitely him over and out. To this day, no guy has ever been this excited over my vaginal entry, no wonder he's immigrated to Australia.

To this day he still sends me e-mails to tell me he's in love with me and that 'we were together for so long, how can you not want me now?' when honestly, we had one date! It's so embarrassing (or it was, til I shared it in cyber world) I don't even think my current boyfriend of 3 years even knows! So, I guess that was my first time, and up until yesterday, I didn't even count it. Oops!