I was 16, it was New Year’s Eve, and I had only had my first kiss exactly one year before. For both my first kiss and my first ‘shag’ I kept putting them off because I wanted them to be perfect. Well patience is not a strong point of mine! And I tend not to do anything by half measures. My first kiss was a complete random, and he wasn’t the only one that night!
My first ‘shag’, while he was someone I knew well, we had hooked up quite a few times before this, he wasn’t my boyfriend and it definitely wasn’t planned. Well not by him anyway!
I had decided I wanted him, like I said before we had hooked up before. And I had done everything other than actual sex many a time. So I decided I was ready for more.
He was pretty majorly drunk, I was a bit tiddly but knew what I was doing. His parents were away so I suggested we go back to his place. When we got there he took my hand and led me upstairs, I ran back to get condoms out of my bag (I pretended it was something else but he took my hand,saw them and gave me a cheeky smile) and we continued up to his room. He put some music on, The Rhythm Volume 20 i think?! And before the first song had finished we were naked and I was no longer a virgin! (The song was Missy Elliott - One Minute Man! haha) But as I said earlier, I don’t do things by halves, and we had sex about 7 times that night all over the house. Including a rocking chair, and again in the morning.
Overall, great first time! However, once I started I couldn’t stop! And there have been many a boy since then! Sexaholic much?!