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My First Time

My First Time

Higher Learning
By Al B.

 

The first time I had sex was also the first time I did coke, so I like to say it was my first brush with blow — twice in the same night. But then nobody laughs and I start to sulk. I was a freshman in college, and while I was kicking ass in class, I was a failure with chicks. It was an Ivy League school and I was a Southwestern kid from the suburbs who was completely clueless about how to connect with prep-school-bred coeds. So instead of digging my way out of a mounting tally of rejections, I focused on Jersey townies who found my desert pedigree “exotic.”……READ MORE

 

Sandy was one such local treasure. We met in an ice cream joint near campus. She told me I reminded her of her favorite writer. Sadly, she was referring to some journal-writing dude on The real World. Still, I didn’t care if I reminded her of Dr. Seuss as long as it fueled her inexplicable interest in me. as we bonded over our love of literature, I forgot about the melting ice cream in my hand until she laughed and playfully offered to ”lick it up.” Being a whip-smart Princeton man, I translated that to mean, “Let’s get outta here!” I had studied my share of saucy Three’s Company episodes and expertly suggested we head to her place. When she announced that her apartment was right upstairs, we were out of there and rolling around on her couch before the remains of my ice cream cone hit the bottom of the garbage pail.

 

After a few minutes of making out, there was a knock at the door. When she opened it, I was bummed to see a guy who she introduced as her ex-boyfriend. Apparently the dude was looking to buy his way back into her bed with a couple grams of “rilly good” coke. Seeing a side benefit to the situation, Sandy let him in, sat him down and turned my way to give me a sexy wink that he couldn’t see. After he chopped out and snorted a couple of lines, Sandy abruptly announced that she had to work early in the morning and rushed him out the door, leaving the rest of the coke on the table for the two of us. Since we were both only 18, the nose snow gave us more than an extra scoop of motivation and we attacked each other like we had just gotten out of lock-up. We must have screwed five times that night and halfway through the next day. Needless to say, I missed all my classes, but it remains the most memorable day of my college career. In fact it’s my only memory of my college career.

 

Blown Undercover Operation
By Joe S.

 

I’ve got mixed emotions about my first time because I thought it was gonna be my last. I was only 15 and had been seeing this 16-year-old girl in my neighborhood for a couple of months. We spent that time becoming anatomy experts by indulging in everything from oral exploration to mutual hand-job marathons but we’d never actually had flat-out sex. We were beyond ready to graduate to the next level.

 

Her parents had a regular date night, so we made elaborate plans to use their house as our love palace and anxiously waited for the big night like some kind of Carnal Christmas. Being a man of the world, my idea of a romantic role model was Pepe LePew. I brought flowers and champagne and slipped into a smoker’s robe that looked like it was bought at a Playboy Mansion garage sale. She borrowed one of her mom’s sexy nightgowns and spread rose pedals around the room, like the entrance of a cheap Chinese restaurant. everything was perfect! Once we got between the sheets, things got even better. I swear it was the best 20 seconds of my life.

 

When it was over, I felt like celebrating so I slipped on my shorts to go down to the kitchen and get some ice for the “bubbly.” I opened the bedroom door to find myself face-to-chest with her 6-foot-5 inch dad who looked like he wanted wrap my boney legs around my throat. Never one for small talk, his eyes went blood red and he kept his instructions short and simple: “YOU! Get the FUCK outta here!” When he stepped aside, I set a land-speed-record sprinting down the stairs and, despite the fact that it was January, straight out the front door. Sadly, several of our neighbors were outside so there aren’t many people in my hometown who don’t remember my first time.

 

Really Hot Sex
By Dave E.

 

I’d been dating my high school girlfriend for about a year of embarrassing episodes of public foreplay. We dry-humped in parked cars, left hickeys on each other that resembled skin disease and even peeled down to our underpants to grope each other’s goodies under the bleachers of the school basketball court. When our sleazy, donut-stuffed gym teacher caught us with our pants down, he eagerly dragged us to the principal’s off ice just so he could have the sick pleasure of detailing our PG pet-fest to our parents via speaker phone.

 

After enduring a month of endless empty promises to clean up our acts, our parents finally allowed us to see each other again. We were petrified that we’d wind up on the six o’clock news if we got caught again, so we drew up a foolproof plan. We booked the bring-your-own-sheets Honeymoon Suite at the local Travel Inn. Finally, we could pop our cherries in privacy. My girlfriend felt that inaugural sex wasn’t off official unless it included a crate full of candles. She put about 20 of them around the room and the biggest one burned like a bonfire right next to her pillow while we recklessly bounced around the bed.

 

It took a couple of seconds before I realized “I’m on fire!” wasn’t a review on my sexual prowess. The romantic candlelight had ignited her hair. While I was patting out the flames with the pillow, her smoking locks set off the sprinkler system and our love palace turned into a rain forest. Not long after, the fire department joined the pathetic party. Needless to say, our parents felt even more burned by this than we did and made it clear that my first time with that particular girl would also be my last.

 

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