Two of my friends were complaining the other day about how lousy their first time was with a guy. I was laughing with them, but thinking how sad it was, hearing about a dick size, being too small, a guy lasting like 8 seconds, and then hearing one of my friends say that they did it twice the first night she lost her v-card, and the second time he lasted like two minutes. She said they did it a couple more times, and he never went more than like 5 minutes. Kind of sucks to be her. My other friend, she was honest, wouldn't say who did it, but she was 14, and the guy that popped her was 20. She said he sucked too. Didn't do much, made an excuse why he blew so quick, and couldn't even do it a second time. Kind of sad again if you ask me. I had to sit there, and then they asked "what about you" and oh man. It was hard to not tell them the truth. But I had to lie, and tell them that it was OK, and I wished it'd be better. I wanted to tell them what was going on, but knew it could get a couple of people in a lot of trouble. I don't do that.

First time, well I don't count kissing kids my age. It's kind of dumb, like 8 or 9, and trying to do that, and it being just lame. My real first time, I was 12. Funny, it was with one of my best friend's older sister. I hadn't done anything, didn't know I was bi (figured it out about a year later), but I'd spent the night, and a hanging out thing, changing pajamas and all that, wound up with her commenting about my boobs (they were big at 12), and my underwear (normal ones I always wore, I never got into anything more until I was like 14-15), and then ending up comparing bodies. Yeah. I also somehow managed to let her make out with me, finger me, lick her fingers, and get herself off. All while promising that I wouldn't tell anyone. Well, I'm kind of not, because nobody knows who she is, and I'm writing this :0

Funny thing, her and I wound up doing more stuff than I ever heard any of my friends do. I was with her like 6 or 7 times before I even did anything else with a guy. That was about 6 months later. Just before I turned 14. Was actually an accident, because I was at Katie's house, had gotten done fooling around with her, and a friend of mine's older brother walked into the bathroom (he was hot) when I was in my underwear and bra. I think he about died on the floor, because he was like 20, and I was in 8th grade LOL.

When he saw me, he stuttered, about shit himself, and then almost ran out of the room. Like 20 minutes later, Katie comes up to me, and says to me "what happened with you and Luke? Man, he's been asking about you all night" and I told her. She got all flipped out and said "Holy shit. There you go. You wanna lose your v-card. He's the hottest dude to do it. And he's awesome, he won't say anything, and nobody would know". Nah. Not my thing. I knew him, liked him, but no. I wasn't into it.

It didn't happen that night, but Katie and I did get into fooling around more. And she calls me like two days later, and says that she wants to hang out. I said sure. And she brings Luke along. We're at my house, and I knew my folks were gone for like 4 or 5 hours. I stayed home alone a lot. And Katie says to me "well, Luke kinda wants to get with you" and I laughed and said yeah, no. I'll pass.

Well, we get into talking, and I think the way she was, got me into wanting to see what would happen. About a half hour later, Katie says that we could do it a different way if I'm thinking about it. My first time wound up a threesome with a 20 year old guy and my friend's older sister. Seriously. And I guess he knew what he was doing, because even my first time, he went about 45 minutes. And that's not including getting all horny making out with me, getting my clothes off, and fooling around. That's not including him and her doing stuff (awkward) with me watching them do it.

I remember the two of them going at it, and him telling Katie he's gonna blow his load (using condoms). I had no idea what the hell that meant LOL. And off he goes. Then about an hour later, him and I get into it, and Katie convinced me that yeah, I should. I went through with it, and holy crap. Yeah. I'll say that.

When he finally got me going, and did his thing to deflower me, he wasn't even near ready to go off. When he did, I felt like I'd been driven through down there with a shovel or something. And when he blew, holy crap did he blow. Went for about an hour. Not really, but sure felt like it.

Yeah. We ruined a towel. Did a good number bleeding all over the place. Got to see him pop another girl. And then the next day, he comes back, tells me holy shit, he thought it was great, and can we do that again. Twice. First time it went for like a half hour. Second time, swear to God, about 45 minutes or so.

He told me later, after we talked, he didn't want to get in trouble. I got it. And we talked more. It didn't happen again, and damn I wished it would. I still see him, talk to him off and on, and Katie and I had been together a couple times after that, but it ended up stopping later on. No regrets. She was fun.

Got lucky I guess. My friends still complain about how lame and how boring their first times were. I've slept with 9 guys now. I know it's a lot, probably, but I've also slept with 7 girls. I won't complain. I like it, and I'm not stupid or getting pregnant. So to me, it's all good.

If people think being bi is stupid or gross, they're just fucked up.