Oddly, my first time was the classiest time of my life. I was 18, and my then girlfriend had just turned the same age. We’d spent the entire day on her ranch, celebrating with family and friends. We had dinner, I gave her a necklace, and it was a truly lovely evening.
Once her parents had gone to be, it was time to go for it. And I went for it. I’d watched a lot of film beforehand (read: A METRIC FUCK TON OF PORN), so I felt I was pretty well prepared. She, on the other hand, had no idea what was going on. After a while we got into a groove. Afterwards we cuddled and talked about our feelings for one another for hours. I told her I didn’t think I’d be someone who could fall in love because I hadn’t ever really loved myself. She told me she’d help me. I knew she wasn’t lying. After what we had just done, there was an unbreakable bond that would forever bind us together. We woke up, made breakfast, and just lounged in each others arms for a day. It was pretty fucking magical.
We dated for a year, then I accidentally broke up with her while I was blackout drunk. Over the phone. After she told me she needed me to console her after she’d been through some truly awful missionary work in Guatemala. So, yeah, I fucked up.
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Oddly, my first time was the classiest time of my life. I was 18, and my then girlfriend had just turned the same age. We’d spent the entire day on her ranch, celebrating with family and friends. We had dinner, I gave her a necklace, and it was a truly lovely evening.
Once her parents had gone to be, it was time to go for it. And I went for it. I’d watched a lot of film beforehand (read: A METRIC FUCK TON OF PORN), so I felt I was pretty well prepared. She, on the other hand, had no idea what was going on. After a while we got into a groove. Afterwards we cuddled and talked about our feelings for one another for hours. I told her I didn’t think I’d be someone who could fall in love because I hadn’t ever really loved myself. She told me she’d help me. I knew she wasn’t lying. After what we had just done, there was an unbreakable bond that would forever bind us together. We woke up, made breakfast, and just lounged in each others arms for a day. It was pretty fucking magical.
We dated for a year, then I accidentally broke up with her while I was blackout drunk. Over the phone. After she told me she needed me to console her after she’d been through some truly awful missionary work in Guatemala. So, yeah, I fucked up.
But we’ll always have that night on the ranch.