My first time was with an older guy. He was so gentle and everything, he was slow and took his time, so it didn't really hurt a lot. It was still a wonderful experience because he loved me, and was patient and did everything right.

We had been going steady for several months. We had the most romantic lunch in the countryside. He had brought a picnic lunch and a blanket with him. After lunch we couldn't keep our hands off each other. One thing led to another and in the end, he made slow sweet love to me.

I remember being on my back; my legs were drawn up and wide under him. My hands were on his biceps hanging on for dear life as he entered me for the first time. It seemed to go on forever. He entered me time and time again taking me to new heights that I had never imagined possible. It was a slow, patient, gentle love, perfect for my first time. I could feel new warm glow spreading over my body. My only regret was I didn’t reach orgasm.

I am feeling quite flushed, and somewhat nostalgic, remembering my first time.