Dec 9, 2005

The First Time You Made Love (rerun)

For those of you new to the site, welcome! Freaky Friday is the designated day for sex talk on my blog.

***IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER*** This is sexually explicit material and may not be suitable for younger members of our blogging audience.

If network television can do it, I figure it's good enough for me. Back for your "viewing" pleasure is the original freaky friday post while I'm busy selling my house and getting ready for Christmas...

I'm sure everyone has fond (or not so fond) memories of that special time and place in your life when you lost your virginity. My husband still gets angry eyes when I mention my high school sweetheart's name (Brent). I suppose I should feel bad about not saving myself for my wedding night, but I don't. (Even now I would hate to think anyone gets married so they can fulfill their sexual urges.)

It was a very special time in my youth and I cherish those memories. Yes, we were young...17. But it was after the advent of the Pill (and I had enough sense to be on it) and before AIDS, so you can see what a magical time in history it was. And your chance of avoiding those other pesky sexually transmitted diseases from another 17 year old virgin was very good.

When I think about it now, I'm surprised we knew what to do. But I guess because we'd been dating since the 9th grade (this had to be the longest foreplay in history) we'd climbed every mountain except one...or would that be a valley? So it was a natural progression. Anyway, I remember it being very nice, well as nice as it can be in your twin bed, hurrying before your Mom gets home from work. But, you know, after a while, the whole "where and when will we do it next and will we get caught" adrenaline rush becomes just as addictive as the sex itself. And once you start...well...there is NO turning back. Not that we ever even considered it.

I guess the most "daring" place we "did it" was in the practice room in the High School band room. Second was out in a field at my grandparents ranch. Of course there were the standard car back seats and my room...(only child, both parents worked.)

There was one thing I hadn't counted on. You see, we were in love...had been for a long time. And we had expressed that love in every way possible. So when I went away to college and he stayed home, and found someone else, well, it was almost like getting a divorce...only my support system didn't understand that. There was no hand-holding and help to get back on my feet like you would get during a real divorce.

It really, really hurt.

But anyway, I digress. Anyone brave enough to tell about their first time? Come can post anonymous if you want.

posted by Karyn Lyndon @ 5/20/2005 05:10:00 PM


Bill said...

It wasn't the world's most romantic event, but like you, we'd done almost everything else. I asked if she wanted to take it to the next level and what did she say? "Whatever"
We broke up a month later.

Bill said...

Mine wasn't very romantic either. It happened as a result of her suggesting it, I had little idea what to do, neither did she.

Over time though, we kinda figured it all out. I have no idea where she is today.

Duke_of_Earle said...

Thanks, Karyn. Even a Freaky Friday rerun is better than abstinence.