I'm 24 and many men like to ask me in social media chat, "When did you lose your Virginity?" My answer is always honest and I can recall every physical and emotional detail from that experience.
I grew up in a very traditional Christian home, so I dutifully waited until I had graduated from high school to submit my body as God intended. I can remember every moment as if it were happening now. The first time is such a monumental journey for a young woman and I did not give up my naive physical innocence lightly. I knew when I was mentally and spiritually ready to achieve that level of pleasure with someone I loved.
Even though my boyfriend was a strict Evangelistic Christian he was sexually more advanced than I was. Typical. By the time we had our blessed gift of sex I had only read about it, seen it in GIFS, or viewed a couple crude sex acts online. Logically I understand that is how God created my body; to receive a man's penis inside of me... but I couldn't imagine how amazing it would actually feel. No one prepares you for that first body to body connection.
Here is the part where the Christian girl guilt comes into play... but only briefly. We were alone for the night and we were in his bed. My parents thought that I was over a friends house helping to design a party dress for her. And my boyfriends parents were out of town for 6 days. We had planned this night out in every detail. When you have to lie to your parents to be nude with someone that is probably something that needs re-evaluated. Never-the-less, I wanted this to happen more than anything. I was the only one in my close circle of friends & church community sisters that had not "done the deed". I was scared as hell and trembled throughout... my boyfriend was experienced and more than ready.
As a romance novel reader I had dreamed and fantasized what my first time would be like. The initial penetration hurt. My hymen was in tact and my boyfriends penis was a very nice size in thickness and length which was noticeable in the way my wet internal muscles strained and tried to spread around him. I gasped as he slowly and gentle used the head of his penis to open me for the first time.. I felt a slight tug.. as he tried to sink inside. As a man is supposed to do his cock was tearing my hymen to pass into my vaginal lining. I did bleed a little... but feeling my wetness, mixed with my blood, opening for him was the most amazing feeling I ever had. I was finally giving myself as God divinely intended.
My boyfriend didn't like to kiss during sex because he said it distracted him and made him cum too fast. We had kissed during foreplay which helped to make me wet and ready for him to insert inside. He took his time and didn't rush me. Easing himself in slowly... then out slowly... inching in and back... Stopping when he felt my tightness grip and hold. Then easily pulling back and sinking in as he felt my relax for a moment. When you're not used to what lies ahead it's an unexplainable sensation having your vagina spread open like this. The increased feeling of love that fills your body and soul is exactly why I believe this level of passion is ordained for its beauty by God himself.