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July 27, 2010
My First Time
Illustration by Thomas Pitilli
Female • 15 years old • North Carolina
I had just moved to North Carolina, leaving my old life in Miami behind. I'd been dragged there by my mother, who was trying to get married to a hillbilly weirdo. My life in Miami was normal in my eyes, but when I got to North Carolina, in the mountains, nothing was what it seemed.
In Miami I'd been just like everyone else, except I was shy, especially around guys. In middle school, people were hooking up, going out, being sexual teenagers, while I was in the corner with my hands folded across my chest. I was self-conscious about my body, since I'd developed way faster than all the other girls in my age group, and the admiration I got from the boys just made me want to die. In eighth grade, I had finally found a boyfriend. He was my first kiss, my first hand-holding experience. Just when I thought he'd be the one, my mom announced that we were moving to North Carolina.
One day the two of us went for a walk down the dirt road leading from my house.
As winter set in in North Carolina, I got more depressed, and my mom seemed more and more concerned about me. My mom's future hillbilly husband had a landscaping business, and my mom suggested that my boyfriend from home move in with us to help out. I was a little uncomfortable with the idea, but I got him up there with me. My bed was two futons stacked on top of each other, so at night my mom would make him sleep on one while I slept on the other. He was way more experienced in sex than I was, but we never did anything because I was always too afraid she'd walk in on us.
One day the two of us went for a walk down the dirt road leading from my house. We came upon a little old church, about the size of three vans parked side by side. Connected to the church was a small graveyard with about twenty tombstones. We went behind the church to check it out, finding clean gravel in the back, with a wooden bench and an overhang that collected the snow and leaves.
Hidden away behind the church, we started making out. I pulled his sweatpants band away and reached inside. It was warm, inviting; his dick was hard and swollen despite the freezing weather. I was scared. He slipped an ice-cold hand up my shirt, and I shuddered and pulled away, but he grabbed me closer.
I don't know how it transitioned to me bending over the bench, but my sweatpants were down just below my ass. He fumbled with something for a second (I guessed a condom, which I hadn't known he was carrying), and then before I could brace myself I felt a sharp pain and then a warm filling thrust. This was not so bad. The cold breeze nipping at my thighs and ass contrasted with the warm feeling of him was perfect — shocking and exciting. For a brief second I thought of the invisible audience we might have had. I felt a little guilt, but I was relieved it had happened. I was a shy girl, but that day I broke out of my shell (or sweatpants).
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Commentarium (15 Comments)
this feels like a letter to penthouse forum, and unrealistic. but, okay.
Good ol' cemetery sex. Or church sex? Either way. Interesting first time.
Yeah, this is as real as a three dollar bill. We get no description of the "boyfriend" other than that he is "more experienced." Does his appearance, intellect, personality, etc hold no importance to this girl whatsoever?
And we're supposed to believe this girl's mom wants her teenage boyfriend (from *Miami*) to move all the way to NC to work on a fledgling *landscaping* business. As if there's no other yokels around to do that work, and as if shipping in a warm body from hundreds of miles away, only so it can sleep in your daughter's bedroom is something that makes sense.
This is not only fake, it's *lazy* fake. Utter BS.
I never get when people say these sound like letters to Penthouse. It's really not that prurient a story. She doesn't even claim to have had an orgasm--doesn't your average Penthouse letter-writer have 10-15?
Too implausible to =not= be true!
so at 15, she got her boyfriend from florida to move with her to north carolina! crazy
Does anyone at the site actually read these before posting them?
finding it really hard to believe a mother would suggest her 15 yr old daughters boyfriend move in simply to cheer her up.
I think the nerve staff writes these up on Friday afternoons with a bottle of tequila
What parent sends their 15 year old son in the middle of the school year from Miami to South Carolina to live with his girlfriend and work landscaping? What kind of mom put them in the same bedroom? This story makes no sense at all.
One (out of many million) possibility:
1. We don't know how old the boy was. He could have been 18 or older.
2. maybe the author is really psychologically damaged, and that's why the boy's appearance, personality didn't leave an impact on her.
3. Her mom might be crazy too.
Let's not be so quick to call bullshit based on our on assumptions and biases when we don't have all the facts.
TC, you don't need "all the facts" (as if it would be reasonable to demand that as a prerequisite to critical evaluation of this tale) to smell a fanciful turd of a story like this one. The assumptions the story forces one to make (a landscaping business in _the mountains of North Carolina_ *in the winter* needs to hire a teenage girl's faceless boyfriend from hundreds of miles away) are enough to waft the smell of fake feces over the readership. I've read enough of these to determine that the vast majority are credible, realistic descriptions, but when accepting such stories anonymously over the internet is the name of the game, there are bound to be some weirdos who want to pretend they're a 15 year old girl from Miami filling the inbox. Occam's Razor would appear to favor this conclusion as well.
Oh good im not the only one that thinks this one would be better suited as a lame porno article T_T
Its a shame 'cause i usually like the 'My First Time' articles.
It is odd how this girl implies she was shy and late to be sexually active when she lost it at 15...what is the normal age in her eyes? 10!?
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