Putting My First Time Into Perspective

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Disclaimer : Originally written for ‘Met Another Frog’ as a guest post by yours truly and published on 9th March ‘11

As cliché as it might be – I reckon all of us recall our very first sexual encounter – who, where, and when.  Ladies, do you remember your girlfriends telling you that it might hurt, you might bleed, and them asking you repeatedly if “you’re sure you want to do this?” Guys, did you practice putting on a condom just so that you came across as a pro only to find yourself still fumbling around for a bit?

I remember my mother telling me that she didn’t ever want to know about when I had sex; but if I did – it should be safe and ideally with someone I saw myself getting married to. Yup that’s an Indian mom for you. Needless to say I had sex – and no I’m not married to ‘him’ or any other guy (as yet… there might be hope still.)

My Story: June ‘99

My boyfriend informed me he wanted to spend an uninterrupted day with me before I left for the summer holidays and that I should meet him in the lobby of this really nice hotel.

I got there and he wasn’t around, so I called him and he gave me the room number to the suite he was waiting in. I was a bundle of nerves and all I could think was, “OMG. I’m meeting a guy in a hotel room!” (Hell I was17 and a half years old!).  But they all disappeared completely when I walked into a room filled with rose petals, scented candles, soft music, complete with my boyfriend holding a bouquet of blue roses and a box of my favourite chocolates!

romantic roomThe next few hours (fine maybe it was a half a day!) were a blur. Between the laughter; the soothing yet super sensual massages; the full body tingles that sent shivers down my spine, making my toes curl; the many “ooohs”, “aaahs” and cries of “Oh God, that feels amazing!”; still more massages, followed up with champagne and ice cream from room service – the two of us fell asleep wrapped up against each other.

I woke up to soft kisses against my face, a look of concern in his eyes as he asked me if I was ok. Damn, I even got a sponge bubble bath to add to all the pleasures of the night before.

Perfect first time right? I can’t help but smile when I think back to that one absolutely wonderful day.  It kinda sets a bar doesn’t it?

Fast forward to Summer of 2007

My ex and I met up (we’ve been friends ever since our break up) in London and found ourselves walking from a lazy champagne lunch in Covent Garden all the way to Knightsbridge. There’s something about the vibe he and I share, that makes everything comfortable. Whenever we’re with each other it’s as if we’re ‘together’ even though we really aren’t. But I digress.

After washing our sore feet and falling flat on the bed since it was the only part of the apartment that wasn’t covered in boxes – we got talking. I was actually telling him how I was nervous about doing the deed with a new partner as I had recently come out of a long term relationship. Our discussion continued and somehow the topic changed to ‘Orgasm 101: How to get it right…every time’.

And then he said, “I wish I could have made our first time and your very first time more memorable and pleasurable’.

I looked at him like he had two heads, laughed and told him, “You’re crazy if you think my first time was anything less than memorable or pleasurable.”

“Come on. There’s no way you really enjoyed the first time we were together,” he retorted.

And a debate ensued for a good 10 minutes before we both agreed to describe our versions of our first time.

His Story : June ‘99 (A week or so before my story)

Prom night would have been too cliché, and we’d only just started dating a few weeks earlier. But as luck would have it, I’d recently started working at a bank close to his best friends’ apartment, so we would meet every day for lunch and/or dinner.

One night we ended up in the pool of his mates’ complex, and then back at his apartment since he was out of town. We had our first bubble bath together, and things got a bit frisky.bathroom

He towel dried me and then kissed away all the water droplets that were left behind. Somehow we ended up making out on the bathroom floor with the towel under us. He kept asking me if I was okay, if I wanted to move to the bedroom. I thought it was just because the floor was a bit cold, and because we were both literally dripping wet I didn’t think it made any sense to move.

I recall being a bit uncomfortable every time he touched me, but I thought it was due to the whole ‘just come out of the pool, had a bath and laid down on a cold floor’ thing. Or… anything at all besides the discomfort of having intercourse for the first time!

Fast forward to Summer of 2007…again

There I was learning for the first time that, I had actually been deflowered on the cold (and most likely very dirty) bathroom floor of my ex’s mates’ flat!! I couldn’t believe that I hadn’t even been aware of the ‘big’ event as it happened, and that for all those years I’d mistakenly believed that my absolutely ‘perfect’ second time, was my first. After recovering from the shock I swore him to secrecy telling him, “If you EVER disagree with me about my version of the story again I will tell the world how crap it was!”

He just started at me and shook his head, obviously as stunned by the fact that I hadn’t known what was going on that fateful day in his mate’s bathroom as I was. And when I went on to explain that I didn’t make the connection because…

  1. It didn’t hurt (like everyone said it would)
  2. I didn’t bleed (so how was I supposed to know any better?)
  3. He never told me that we’d done it (sure we were fooling around, but he always talked me through things!)
  4. My version was still better than his version! (An unrelated point, but worth repeating nonetheless.)

A Timeless Truth

There are always two sides to a story. We all have our own perspective on our own thoughts, words and actions in a given situation. Maybe your first time was as ‘perfect’ as my second time, or maybe it was unremarkable as my first. But does it matter either way in the long run? Not really.

Now it’s your turn to share (did you really think I would let you just read this, and hop on over to the next blog so easily ?) Come on – you can do it *cheeky smile*

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It is a amazingly written. You reminded me of a few things, if I could ever open up like this, I would share some thoughts, perhaps. Good luck with your writing.
1 reply · active less than 1 minute ago
Thanks Abhra and welcome to my blog =)
I just checked out your blog - I would definitely like to know more about what the post reminded you of =P

That's the beauty about writing isn't it - you can open up in ways that sometimes you can't when you are actually speaking to someone.
A brave effort from you .. Good narrative and different topic. Congrats.
3 replies · active 729 weeks ago
Thanks Farila ! Welcome to my very Sporadic blog ! and boy did you pick a out-of-the-box post to land on hehehe
I appreciate your frankness in dealing with a sensitive issue in a manner which doesn't look �vulgar in anyway. Honestly I will never be able to discuss my first time on my blog.. one of the reason why I really appreciated your effort.�
When I was first asked to write the post - I wasn't quite sure how to draft it out - and then I thought - oh hell what have I got to lose - just put down the memories .. and as you said - it didn't turn out vulgar at all =)

The beauty about a blog is that you can pen your thoughts down without judgement - those who appreciate it - will and those who don't - mind just read and hop on the to the next blog; or be critical / preachy (and that's when the delete button comes in very handy)

I leave my comments open for critique - cos it allows other readers to engage by way of comments.
thats funny - i totally didn't predict the 2 versions!
1 reply · active 729 weeks ago
Glad you got a bit of a surprise there (not as much as I did when I discovered the 2 versions LOL) .. so now its your turn to share your 1st time :P
i somehow obtained a strawberry flav condom in my early teens, and carried it around hopefully for a few years. wanted to try putting it on, but didn't as it was the only one I had, and i didn't dare go and buy one! unfortunately, the strawberry eventually expired, and never fulfilled its destiny...

I do remember the whole girl thing was very nerve wracking as a teen at school- all sorts of rumours abounding about how many/few conquests everyone had, how so and so was good/bad in bed, good/bad kisser etc, how such and such a girl was a pig/tart/troll so didn't count etc.. there was even a well established "points" system for "pulls" that both the girls and boys played- it was a bit like playing top trumps, with certain pulls being more valuable than others.. I'm glad im slightly less susceptible to peer pressure these days...
2 replies · active 728 weeks ago
Your school pulling system sounds nerve wrecking !!! so much pressure ! So how many points had you stacked up by the time graduation came about =P

Did you manage to get another flavoured one for your first time or did you stick to good ol' natural Durex ?
haha - it was at school, not uni, and i had very few points! tho made up for it later....And no more flavoured ones - the first time was a french condom aka "preservatif" - best avoided would be my best advice concerning those, tho I'll
spare the details..
My first time was unexpected as I didn't expect it to happen that day. My ex and I had been dating for a while and there was strictly no action below the waist. We were fooling around at her house while her parents were away and after about an hour (yes, an hour!) of fully clothed treasure hunting, i risked venturing below the belt. Now normally I wouldn't have as there was a history of knee-jerk reactions of pushing me away followed by silent treatments. However this time I noticed something i'd not seen before. Shallow breathing accompanied by a dreamy, almost dopey look in her eyes. There's a lot to be said for taking one's time. And yes, I was a total klutz.
1 reply · active less than 1 minute ago
No action below the waist huh ? How long was that going on for ?
See patience is a virtue (albeit preferably without knee jerk reactions of the ball busting kind) and in the end man shall prevail !
Wow, you got guts to pen this down and expose it to world. Loved the way u wrote it... ;)
1 reply · active 722 weeks ago
Hey Vishal ! thanks for swinging by and sharing your comments :) Glad you enjoyed the writing :)
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Miss Noushie · 682 weeks ago

Hahaha-a very personal account, well-written and interesting because I think there are many people you might (or might not) admit to their first time being so uneventful that they either didn't notice, have completely forgotten and chosen another event (aka Dazedaiva) or re-written their version over the years, to add humour and frills.

Under no circumstances will you get my own story in writing but what I do remember is that at 17, my life was far more ordinary and a world away from hotels and apartments....more like bedrooms in parents houses and garden sheds;-)

Looking forward to reading more from you Dazediva-you always bring a smile to my lips- or an embarrassed cringe to my body- with your frankness!
1 reply · active 682 weeks ago
Miss Noushie, I'm glad I've provided you with some entertainment value for the day =) You make me laugh !! And I will find out more about the garden shed from you one of these days =P

This encounter with the ex was by far one of the most interesting ones (not to mention quite cringe worthy upon my realization that my perfect first time was really not what I thought it to be!!) But I still like my version better .. its almost too perfect =)

Oh well - at least I went almost a decade with this wonderful memory ! hahaha

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