I Lost My Virginity at Age 19

I met a guy in late Dec 1972, and we went out a couple of times. We agreed to meet up again at the start of the new semester in Jan 1973.

Sure enough... he reached out to me, and we went out. The date was fun, and we made out in the car in the city park. God, I was horny, and I could tell he was as well, as I felt his erection through his pants. Nothing happened, but we came close to "doing it."

About a week later, we went out, and this time he said we'd go to a nice restaurant for dinner.

After dinner, we drove around town and went back to the park to make out for several minutes. I could tell he was horny, and I was responding to him rubbing my pussy through my panties. After a few minutes, we left the park and drove to a Motel 6. He went to the front desk to register and get the key. He came back with the key and unlocked the room.

For a second, neither of us spoke, I guess, as we knew what was about to happen.

He sat on the edge of the bed, and I joined him. We started kissing and making out. I could tell that I was getting horny, as was he, and before long, I got up and out of my dress.

He watched as I got out of my dress and took off my bra. He had seen my boobs in previous make-out sessions. My nipples were hard and erect in the cool air of the room. I did not take my panties off. I was not yet ready for that.

It was his turn.

He got up from the bed, and I sat down. When his jeans and underwear came off, his cock was the first I had seen, and it was hard and sticking straight out. I thought, "How will that fit in me?" I was so nervous. I did not ask him if he had fucked other girls.

I sat on the bed, closed my eyes, and lay back. The sheets were chilly against my bare back. He came at me and lay on top and I could feel his erect cock pushing on my panties.

He started kissing my neck, then lower and suckled my nipples. I was so wet already and so fucking horny and ground myself against his hard cock. I told him to get off so that I could take off my panties.

I stood by the bed and slid them off. I was ready.

He lay on top of me and positioned himself between my legs and started to push inside, and that is when I got scared. I said stop. I am not on birth control.

I don't want to get pregnant and I knew enough from gal pals to ask - Do you have a condom?

He got off of me, pulled out a condom from his jeans pocket, and put it on his penis.

He got back on top and resumed pushing. He stopped when he encountered my hymen. He pushed a bit more, and I said, "Hold on... I am not quite ready. Please give me a minute or so." He did as I asked and did not push.

I started grinding my hips on his cock head at my entrance, and that turned me on even more. I think I said something like, "I am ready," and with that he pushed.

It hurt. It was a sudden and sharp pain. I said "Just... go slow." He did. Inch by inch, he pushed into me until I could tell he was all the way inside. I felt so full.

The pain was almost gone and now it felt good. I love the sensation of him inside me and it was better than I thought it would be. He began to pump on me and I remember instinctively lifting up my legs so he could get more deeply into me and locking my ankles around his back.

He kept pumping on me and I kept my eyes on his face, breathing through it as he slid in. The pain eased enough that I could focus on him and his cock inside me.

He didn't last long. A few minutes of pumping, he tensed, pushed deep, and came with a low groan. When he pulled out, I looked down, and the end of the condom was full of his cum.

He rolled to the side, and we both looked down. There was blood on the sheets. He said nothing but I am sure he thought "This was her first time." He kissed my cheek.

He got up and go a washcloth from the bathroom and handed it to me. I cleaned myself, and the bleeding had stopped.

I felt odd. I had taken a man's penis in me. I had heard the stories, read about it in a few books and now I had done it.

We lay there together. I looked at the ceiling and began processing the fact that it was done and that I wasn't a virgin anymore. It had hurt more than the stories from my gal pals but I didn't regret saying yes when he pulled into the parking lot.

He asked if I wanted to stay the night or if he should take me back to the dorm. I said dorm. We got dressed in silence. He drove me back to campus. When he dropped me off, he leaned over and kissed me.

He said "I will call you later." and I said that sounds good. I watched his taillights disappear, then walked into my dorms.

We went out a few more times but after a few weeks, he stopped calling and we did not go out again. I saw him occasionally on campus and we would chat but that was all. I was fine with that. I knew at some point a man would come along to take my virginity and I was glad it was him,

That night in January 1973 at the Sage Motel was painful, messy, and real. But I needed to cross that bridge. I had started that day a virgin, and the next day I was a woman. Later that week, I scheduled an appointment with a gynecologist in town and got on birth control pills as I knew I wanted to have sex.

After a couple of weeks, I was ready again, and I started going to the bars in the college town. By the end of that semester, I had sex with six more guys. One of the guys was in the Delta Tau Delta fraternity and we had sex several times. He loved the fact that I liked to party and he invited me to become a Little Sis in the fraternity. I gladly accepted and you can read that story in my works.