I posted yesterday (http://www.sexualforums.com/talk/showthread.php?t=12972) that tonight would be "the night" - AKA the first night having sex with my boyfriend and first night ever. Indeed, it did happen. Here's the story, as some expressed interest in my letting everyone know how things went down, so to speak. I did know exactly what to expect. We fooled around a bit beforehand and I even made an iTunes playlist for the experience. Everything went pretty much how I expected. We're both fairly timid people, especially when this stuff is concerned (notice that I tend to stick with euphemisms and vague hinting when writing this) and we sort of giggled uncomfortably at each other as we figured out the condoms. But we managed, and then we began. Immediately when he went inside, I felt amazed - like "this is what I've been missing all my 22 years." It really felt right. I didn't feel pain or discomfort - I felt perfect. However, after a short while, I did become uncomfortable. It felt too tight and I kept having the urge to pee (even though I'd gone right beforehand). We switched positions twice (he'd advised me that I should probably try girl-on-top, as I'd have more control) and after perhaps fifteen minutes, he finished. We lay about for perhaps 25 more minutes, talking about random stuff, gently touching each other. Then it seemed like we were both suddenly seized with this raw energy and we started up again. It was more animalistic than the first time, with a lot of rough groping and gasping. This time, that "perfect" feeling lasted much longer and I was amazed at the new sensations I began to experience. Yes, I've masturbated; yes, he's fingered me; yes, I've had many orgasms. But this felt different - I hadn't expected it to feel so incredibly different. After the second time, we lay about again. It was nice, just talking and feeling secure and not caring about the fact that we both needed to be at work in less than seven hours. All of my friends told me not to expect magic and wonder and puppies and sequins and sunshine for the first time, but it still seemed quite nice. I kept thinking that there's not a shade of regret in this at all - he's definitely perfect and attentive and respectful, so I can't imagine a better person to share this experience with. I'm looking forward to it again. Yay! Sorry if this was a bit long. I felt like typing up my experience, but don't really have anyone to share it with at the moment. Thanks for being a sounding-board, guys - any and all advice for my second (third, technically, I guess) time would be very much welcome!