Alright, a sweet first sex story (mine, that is).
I was 18 and she was eighteen too, which is good because we were allowed to have sex at this age
. Oh shit, it is hard to stay sincere when drunk. We'd been together for a few weeks and things had progressed quite well, but I was still quite shy at the time. One morning in march she told me at school that this was going to be the day - I'd lose my virginity in the afternoon. I was scared and sweated for six hours, trying to find sth that I might have to do in the afternoon that would sound like a just excuse. After school, when we met, I began with "You know, I'm sorry but I have too...", but she stopped me right there and told me that I didn't have to do anything but shut up and come with her.
And the rest is none of your business - let's just say that I'm very thankful for that day.
Cheers mates! To our first ones. May they sleep well tonight.