Oh man, I've a story for this. I was 22, she was 26 and she was the woman who I would 4 years later marry. We were in my room, both of us were virgins, my mom was out of town and to make a long story short, we took advantage of it.
We did it because we knew we'd be married eventually so it didn't bother us that we weren't married. No one came though, which is the suck part. As soon as I popped her proverbial cherry, and got in a couple of good, full thrusts, she panicked and freaked and wanted to stop, which we did.
Next thing I know, she's standing in the bathtub with blood just streaming down her leg...........I thought I'd killed her! So, we did what we could to get her cleaned up and then we went back into my bedroom and saw the nice blood stain on my bedsheets. Again, she flipped out and wanted the sheets washed as she didn't want my mom to know ANY of what went on in the house while she was gone.
So, there she was in the kitchen, scrubbing the sh*t out of my sheets whilst I sat on the kitchen counter, with my baseball cap on backwards, eating Haagen Daaz ice cream watching her scrub my sheets clean. Wasn't at ALL as I had envisioned it.
And before anyone goes off on me for how piggish this sounded of me, it was a LONG f'n time ago and I've grown up alot since this happened. Of course, I look back on it now and i chuckle but I wasn't laughing then.
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