Losing My Virginity 27

I graduated high school in 1971, and I started college that fall (as a virgin) at a local junior college. After that first year at the junior college, I transferred to a four-year university as a sophomore. Late that semester, I met a guy who was in one of my classes. He was a sophomore (like me). Very personable. Good looking.

We started dating and before long, only dated each other. I liked him. A lot.

The end of the semester came, and we parted but agreed to meet up again when the spring semester began. I returned to campus in January. Maybe a week after classes started up, he called me as he still had the phone number for my dorm room. We went out on a date later that month and had a great time.

About a week later we went out on our second date and this time, went back to his apartment (his roommate was gone for the weekend).

We started drinking, smoking some pot and started making out. Before long he had my blouse unbuttoned and I had undone his jeans. I had his cock out and was jacking it. I had gone that far with guys while I was at the junior college but when he started to unhook my bra at the back, I stopped him. I was not read to get fucked and said as much. I continued jacking him off and he orgasmed and his cum went everywhere.

A week later, he called me again and asked me out. This time, he said, let's plan on a nice dinner in town. He mentioned the restaurant. It was a nice one so I knew I would have to get dressed up. No jeans, halter top and flip flops.

I put on a nice dress. Nice panties and bra. Not sure why I did that other than I wanted to feel special. I put on my nice high heels. Did my toes and nails in pretty red.

He picked up me up and we had a wonderful meal. Afterwards, we drove to one of the city parks and started making out. I could tell he was really turned on and so was I.

As we continued to make out and as we got even more worked up, he suggested we go to a motel in town. I knew where that was headed. I almost backed out as I was still a virgin, but I thought to myself "You are a college girl. See where it leads."

I had no idea if he knew I was a virgin or not. Maybe he could sense I was. Maybe not. Anyway, at age 19 I had not yet "done it."

I had made out with guys in their cars and had seen a penis when we were kissing and making out. But the thought of a man sticking his penis in my vagina sounded scary. I felt I was not ready for that step, at least not yet. And I knew from my gal pals that a virgin had a hymen that, when broken the first-time during sex, can cause pain and bleeding.

Even though I was scared and had my doubts, I said nothing. We drove to the Motel 6 in town. I was silent the whole time, trying to figure out how this was going to play out.

He went in and got a room for the night. I remember being nervous when he came back with the key. We drove around to the back, got out of the car and went into the room.

We went into the room and sat on the bed. We again started making out and before long, I was out of my dress and heels.

Before much longer, he had unhooked my bra. There I was -- topless in front of a man for the first time ever! A few minutes later he slipped my panties off.

He got off the bed and took off his clothes. When he dropped his underwear and his erect penis popped out, I almost jumped. He seemed big but then I had nothing to compare it to.

I remember thinking "How is that going to fit in me?"

He laid on top of me and his penis was hard and hot on my stomach. I opened my legs, and I could feel his penis pressing on my pubic hair and my pussy. I was nervous at this point but so filled with passion, I wanted it to continue. He pushed my legs open even more and placed his penis at my entrance.

Fear set in. I wasn't ready. I wanted to remain a virgin. Maybe someday I would have sex with a man. It was then that I had the presence of mind to say "Wait. Stop. I am not on birth control! I don't want to get pregnant!" I thought that would stop what was happening and I could go back to my dorm room.

He said not to worry. He got off me, picked up his jeans from the floor and reached into the pocket and pulled out a condom. At least I knew from talking with my girlfriends who were having sex, what those were for.

He opened a condom package, took it out, placed it on his cock, and got between my legs again.

I knew it was time. He asked me "Are you sure now?"

I was so filled with passion, I could barely get any words out, but I think I said "Yes, I want you." I felt his cock start to push into me, but he quickly stopped when he encountered my hymen.

It was then that I got cold feet.

I said "Stop. Wait. Not yet." He kept pushing and I said to him once again "stop, wait."

He stopped pushing any further and stayed where he was. His cock was no longer pressing in my pussy and hymen. I told him thank you and said to just lay on top of me with his cock somewhere close to my pussy.

After maybe five minutes, I told him "I am ready." I took a deep breath and I felt his cock start to push into me.

This time when he encountered my hymen, he kept pushing. Suddenly, there was this quick hot pain. I cried out and said something like "It hurts."

I gasped at the sensation and felt his cock slide all the way into me. The first few thrusts were a little uncomfortable and I winced each time he thrusted in/out of me. But after that it felt good and natural as he pumped his erect cock into and out of me.

He then reached and put my legs up higher so that my ankles were behind his back and that caused him to penetrate me even more deeply.

I locked my ankles around his back to hold him in me. I guess it is instinctive for a woman to do that. I just swooned from the passion as he pumped on me.

A few minutes later, he had his orgasm and groaned loudly.

He laid on top of me for a minute or so with his penis inside me. He then pushed himself up and off me. I remember the end of the condom was filled with a lot of cum.

My college roommate had shared with me her experience when she lost her virginity and said she bled a lot. I looked down between my legs and prepared myself for what I would see.

Fortunately, there was only a little blood on my pussy and sheets and remember thinking "Thank god, I did not bleed all over him or the bed."

I got up to pee because my roommate told me to be sure and pee after sex to avoid UTIs. It burned a little as I urinated. I remember looking down at my vulva and they were a little red and a little swollen.

We spent the night together and he wanted sex again in the morning, but I was too sore. And it still hurt and burned a little when I had to pee.

He drove me back to my dorm. My roommate was surprised as I had been out all night and she wanted to know what happened, of course. I told her about the whole thing, and she gave me a big hug.

That Sunday was blissful.

I had awakened on Saturday morning, a young 19-year-old (still a teenager) and a virgin.

On Sunday, I was a woman who had experienced sex with a man. What I previously wondered about was now real. I was a woman.

I was sore for several days afterwards. He and I tried to have sex the following weekend, but I was still not ready as surprisingly I was still a little sore.

We finally had sex about two weeks after the first time and it was a little uncomfortable even then.

A week later we did it two more times and there was no pain those times. I guess everything down there had finally healed up.

After that last time, we had sex, he broke up with me.

I was heartbroken.

I think all he wanted was a virgin to deflower and I happened along at the right time for him.

Looking back, I guess I was a bit young to lose my virginity at age 19 back in those days (1973). That first time was needed, however as I knew eventually, I needed to become a woman. Once it happened, it allowed me to explore my sexuality to become the woman I am today.