Woman C: I felt great, like really fucking excited, and also terrified because I definitely was falling for her. Though my ex boyfriend had been a Christian, he was definitely one of those "let's do everything but sex" guys, and I had masturbated regularly since I was about 12.
I think it's rare to have an orgasm during your first time. He told me many times that it was an honor to have been the one.
The attraction between us was so strong and effortless, I didn't even have to think or worry about what would happen next.
I hadn't thought to tell him I was a virgin, but it wasn't painful like I heard it could be so I didn't say anything. It was Valentine's Day *cringes at past self.* We had been dating for two weeks, I had never had sex and really wanted to. We laughed so much all the time and he really understood me. Woman B: As far as I was concerned when we woke up together the next morning, that was the beginning and end of our relationship.
I thought I lost it in the perfect, if not the most romantic, way. That entire day and night was almost dreamlike in its perfection.
To this day, that was the most perfect first date I've ever been on and it all happened in on a fun trip to LA with someone I was comfortable with. I wrote a whole essay about it the day after it happened, called "Debut." I like to go back and read it sometimes to remind myself of young me and all my young queer feelings, it always makes me giggle.
What do you wish you knew before losing your virginity?
I told him that it wasn't because I hadn't had the opportunities to sleep with guys before or that I hadn't done other things through casual dating, but as corny as it may be, never felt the "sparks" I felt when I met him. And it took a while, but I found them in real life. I was happy to be there with him, I was happy that we had sex and I was glad that my first time was with him. It had definitely crossed my mind that prior to meeting him maybe I should "get it over with" and just have sex with someone because I was 23.
But even when I had the chance to, I had always chosen not to go all the way for some reason and I had to trust myself. I for sure knew what one felt like since I had had them many times before doing all sorts of other sexual activities.
My meeting ended up flaking on me, so I took myself to lunch where my friend worked and sat at the bar to talk to her. I mentioned that I thought one of the guys working there was cute, and to my surprise she asked him if he was free that evening and if he wanted to take me out.
Woman B: I [had a meeting in] LA so I flew in for a whirlwind Friday night to Sunday morning trip.
Woman C: We're actually really good friends, I love the shit out of her. He was about three years older than me and far more experienced. I was basically saying goodbye to the girl I was and facing myself as a woman from that point on.