FAQ - How Old Where You When You First Had Sex??

This question all depends on your idea of sex. I'll tell you my story and then you can decide how old I was.

I first fooled around with a guy when I was 16. I was in B.C. on holidays with my cousin and we met some guys who had a car. I sat in the back seat with one guy, while my cousin was in the front. The guy I was with started kissing me, and I kissed back. You must understand that prior to this I had never even held hands with a boy before! He started rubbing my breasts through my shirt and at first I tried to stop him, but then I saw my cousin was doing a lot more, so I let him continue. My cousin was already naked in the front seat. I glanced up and saw her head disappear, I was wondering what was going on. I leaned forward and saw her sucking the guy. I had heard of this, but I had never seen it done., I was shocked! The guy with me put his hand under my shirt and undid my bra. I was quite nervous but I allowed this.

He then undid his pants and pulled out his penis. I couldn't believe it! I had never seen one hard before, not even in pictures. He took my hand and placed it on his erection, and I started pulling it like I thought I saw my cousin doing with her guy. The difference was I was squeezing it much too hard and pulling on it like I was trying to rip it off! He started yelping and pulled my hand away. He told me to stroke it softly, so I did. My cousin was still giving her guy head, and my guy saw me watching over the seat. He placed his hand on the back of my head, and pulled my face down to his lap. His dick was touching my face! I wouldn't open my mouth and he started begging me to kiss it. I decided to try, so I kissed the head. He then wanted me to place it in my mouth, and I told him no way. We got into a fight and he threw me out of the car. That was my first experience with sex!

My next experience was when I was 17. I used to hang out at a friend's place where all these guys would come over and drink and do drugs. I was the only one who didn't smoke, do drugs, and I hardly drank, so at times they would make fun of me. I liked one of the guys that was there and he showed interest in me. One night I let him take me to the bedroom. He then undressed me. It was the first time I was ever naked with a guy! He placed me on the bed and kissed my breasts and then moved down and started licking my pussy. It was an incredible feeling, but I was so nervous, I couldn't fully enjoy it. He came up and kissed me, and I reached down to fondle his dick. I remembered the way my cousin sucked her guy's dick in the car, so I went down on him. This time I took him in my mouth. I wasn't really into it though. I thought there was a funny taste and smell, and it just didn't feel right, but I continued.

He then moved me on my back and tried to enter me, but I wouldn't let him. He started begging me and told me he loved me, but I wouldn't give in. I just wasn't ready yet. I told him I wanted to dress and leave, and he understood. He never belittled me about that experience, and remained a good friend. That was my second experience with sex!

One of the "druggies" that used to hang around always would be saying things to me. Things like "nice ass!", and "You've got to learn how to use that equipment of yours!". He was a real charmer....NOT! In fact, I thought he was the most disgusting of the bunch. He had long hair, and he was always drunk and stoned. I knew this guy for over a year, when he suddenly moved into the apartment next door to my friend. One day, he was on his second floor balcony, and I was with a child I was baby-sitting on the grass below him. He started calling down to me, asking me if I wanted a drink. I said no. He kept inviting me over to his place, and I kept declining. This went on for a few weeks until I finally gave in. I went up, and we sat on the balcony and talked for a few hours. He was really a very interesting guy (when he was sober).

I went up to visit him every day for about a week, and we would always sit on the balcony and talk. One day he reached over and took my hand and just held it. He didn't try anything else. When I left, he kissed me first on the cheek and then on the lips and told me how much he enjoyed my visits. I started to have very strange feelings for this guy, and I realized I really did like him. Shortly after, we officially became a couple.

I went over one night while a group of people were over partying. He was straight and asked if I would like to go to his bedroom where it was quiet and I agreed. We lay on the bed in each other's arms and talked for an hour. I leaned over and kissed him, which became quite passionate. For the first time, his hand ran up onto my chest and he fondled my breast. I kissed him harder. He reached under my shirt and undid my bra, I shifted so he could remove my shirt. I reached down and felt between his legs, gently rubbing him. We slowly undressed each other until we were totally nude. He slid down my body and began kissing and licking my pussy. I was totally relaxed, and experienced my first orgasm with a man. It was wonderful. I came again and again. I pulled him up to me and kissed him, I then went down and licked and sucked his dick. This time it somehow felt very natural. We went on like this, orally exploring each other's bodies, for a few hours. Not once did he try to enter me. I must have cum over a dozen times. He said he needed to cum and asked if he could cum on my stomach. He knelt over me and started masturbating until he quickly came. Thick, white semen shot out all over my stomach. It was quite warm and I could smell it. I touched the end of his dick with my finger to rub off the drop that was hanging there. He got some tissue and wiped the cum off me. He kissed me and we lay together for the rest of the night.

This went on for a period of a few months. We talked about intercourse, but I had told him that I wasn't ready, and when I was I would let him know. He never pushed. In fact, I was swallowing his cum long before I allowed him to penetrate me.

I would typically get him off with my mouth, but just as he was starting to cum, I would pull my mouth away and he would shoot wherever he was pointing, usually on my breasts. One time I decided I wanted to feel the cum in my mouth, so I told him I wanted him to cum there. He readily agreed. I sucked him and when he came, I gagged! I couldn't believe the amount of cum, and I just wasn't ready for it. It had hit the back of my throat with a fair bit of force and I started choking and coughing. I spit it all back out and it ended up all over him. I gagged for almost half a minute, my eyes watering, and him slapping me on the back like I was choking on food.

The next day I told him I wanted to do it again, and he asked if I was sure. I told him I thought I learned my mistake and wanted to do it for him. We had our usual hours of foreplay, and when he was fully ready, I took him in my mouth. This time I was ready, and when he came I managed to swallow it all. I didn't really enjoy it, but I knew he did so I knew I would learn to like it. At first, I didn't like the taste or feel of it in my mouth, but I found that I did quickly get used to it, and then after only a few months, found that I began enjoying it. I learned to love the taste and feel, and oral sex became my most favorite thing! For months, every day, the only place he came was in my mouth!

On my 18th birthday, we went out for dinner, and then went back to his place. We went to his room and undressed each other. We started out with our usual routine of intensive oral sex, when I pulled him on top of me and whispered "fuck me now" (my actual words). He entered me and it hurt like hell!...at first. I slowly relaxed and it got a bit better, but I still didn't really feel and pleasure, just discomfort. He came quickly inside me (I know, no condom, we were quite naive) and pulled out. I was quite sore and couldn't do anything the next few days. After a few times I did find myself enjoying it though, and had my first orgasm at about the 6th time.

This was my first "real" experience with sex!

By the way, we married about 6 months later, and my daughter was born exactly 9 months after my 18th birthday. See what happens when you don't wear a condom!!! But I have absolutely no regrets.