Summary

The author reflects on their comedic and unconventional first sexual experience, which was initially not a true consummation but rather an accidental case of intercrural sex, followed by a belated actual first time, marked by the expected virginal bleeding.

Abstract

The narrative recounts the author's first sexual encounter at age 16 with a 23-year-old man named Garvin, which was characterized by inexperience and miscommunication. Despite both parties being physically engaged, the author's lack of knowledge about sex and Garvin's failure to properly penetrate resulted in the first encounter being non-penetrative, with Garvin's penis remaining between the author's thighs throughout the act. The author, not knowing any better, did not correct this misunderstanding. The second encounter, which the author considers their true first time, involved actual penetrative sex, as evidenced by post-coital bleeding. The author humorously questions Garvin's experience and perception, as well as the ethical implications of their significant age difference and the legality of their relationship given the author's age at the time.

Opinions

The author believes that no one has an ideal first sexual experience due to inexperience.
The author initially found Garvin's age and position as a gas station attendant/police trainee appealing and respectful of their virginity.
The author reflects with humor on their naivety and the awkwardness of their first sexual encounter, where neither party seemed to understand the mechanics of sex.
The author suggests that Garvin might not have been as experienced as they had assumed, given his failure to realize he was not penetrating the author during their first encounter.
The author expresses retrospective concern about the age difference and the appropriateness of their relationship, especially considering their current perspective as a potential parent.
The author ponders the absurdity of the situation, particularly the fact that Garvin, training to become a police officer, engaged in a relationship with a minor.
The author wonders about the outcome of Garvin's career aspirations and whether he ever became a police officer.

My Second Time Was Really My First Time

Or was it the other way around? Either way, I have great thighs.

How often do you think back on your sex life and recall the embarrassing moments? Was your very first sexual experience an embarrassing moment?

Mine certainly was.

First of all, I’m quite sure no one on earth has an amazing first-time sex story because we were all too naive about how sex should be before we’d actually done it.

Doing it and doing it are two totally different experiences and now that I’m a fanatical lover of sex I can only look back at my first time and laugh. For so many reasons.

I was 16 years old and looking back on it now, I can’t figure out for the life of me why a 23-year-old man wanted to date me. If I had a 16-year-old daughter now I’d shut that shit down faster than she could blink.

His name was Garvin and he worked at my neighborhood gas station while training for the city police force.

My mother would occasionally let me borrow her car in exchange for washing it and filling the tank. This was back in the day when gas station attendants still pumped gas for you, and this guy definitely pumped my gas.

I started borrowing the car more often just to see Garvin and eventually, we exchanged numbers.

I don’t recall ever actually going out on a date with him. Instead, we always hung out at his place. I was a virgin and he was respectful of that, so we never went past make out status and he never pushed himself on me until I made it clear that I felt ready for more.

The night of the deed

I had no idea what sex was supposed to be like but I assumed that he did since he was 23. Surely at his age, he must have done this before and could guide me.

We undressed, I laid down and he got on top of me. I was a super noob and didn’t have a clue what was supposed to happen or what my part in it was. So I just laid there, straight like a surfboard.

The internet didn’t exist back then so I had no exposure to porn or anything else sex-related at 16. All I’d seen was a lot of dry humping in movies. I mean, Dirty Dancing was about as much sexual content as I’d been exposed to at the time.

We made out for a bit and I could feel his dick was rock hard against my leg. I didn’t know I was supposed to move around and help things along so I didn’t. He didn’t really help either.

Eventually, I felt his dick slide between my thighs and he began riding me like I thought he was supposed to. But his dick ever actually went in anywhere, it just stayed between my thighs.

He continued to thrust himself up and down on top of me and I laid there wondering when the pleasure was supposed to kick in, but it never did. Yet he was able to continue in his one-man show until he eventually came.

I pretended it was good for me too, but I knew the entire time that his dick wasn’t inside me. It was only between my thighs. Neither one of us had the wherewithal to actually open my legs.

There was a point during our fake sex when I just didn’t have the heart to tell him that he wasn’t inside me, so I just let him do his thing and get himself off.

My inner thighs must have felt pretty fucking good for him to not realize he wasn’t inside a vagina. I’m only guessing the lube from the condom was enough to help him slide gracefully?

The funniest part about this entire story is that the second time we had sex, like any virgin would, I bled because he actually got it in that time.

Didn’t he think it was odd that I didn’t bleed the first time? He never spoke of it the second time around.

Doesn’t a 23-year-old man know the difference between the feeling of thighs and a vagina? Knowing what I know now, I feel kind of bad for the guy if he didn’t know the difference at his age.

Was he a virgin too? I’ll never know.

One last piece of hindsight. How did a grown man training for the police force think it was a good idea to be dating and deflowering a minor?

Garvin and I never had sex again after the second time, which was really my first time. I don’t even know if we saw each other again but I do know I quit filling up the car at his gas station.

My Second Time Was Really My First Time

Or was it the other way around? Either way, I have great thighs.

The night of the deed

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