He needs a nickname...

Ok so I could go the whole cliche route. Pop your cherry, lose the v card, blah blah blah. Or you know, the sappy route, giving away that one time gift (usually reserved for church groups preaching abstinence...), but all those annoy me. So I'll be straight up. I finally had sex last weekend. So I guess I could start at the beginning...

...We started off hanging out with some of his friends about an hour from his place. He seemed nervous on the way there, seeing as this would be the first time I met his friends. So I was a little put off when we got to the house, kind of wondering how the night would go. I was expecting disaster. A few beers in, thankfully he started to relax a bit and was back to normal. If there is one very cliche thing about me, it's that alcohol makes me horny. And tequila makes my clothes fall off... but that's a whole different story for another time :p Partway through the night, we both went upstairs to find the bathroom. And apparently he had the same thing on his mind, seeing as he pulled me into the bathroom with him and proceeded to feel me up as he kissed me long and hard. We heard someone coming up the stairs then, so I hurried out of the bathroom to innocently wait in line. And of course, seeing as there was alcohol involved, there was another short bathroom trip. And me being the tease that I am, I told him that I was wearing a very sexy bra and matching underwear. As he started pulling at my shirt to see what I was talking about, I pulled away and said he would just have to wait till later.

We waited until he was sober enough to drive, and then decided to head back. The party was getting a little out of control anyway, and two guys were getting into a fight, so it was good timing to leave. Being the tease that I like to be, I started scratching the back of his head because I know that drives him crazy. I knew we had a long car ride back, but I took advantage of very minute of it to make him want me. At some point earlier in the night, we had decided that I was in control for the night and that I would make all the moves. He immediately regretted this as I started rubbing his thigh while we still had a good amount of the drive left. Stopped at a red light, he leaned over and whispered in my ear that he wished he had not told me to be in control of the moves for the night, because all he wanted to do was get me in his room and rip my clothes off. The tension and the waiting was killing him.

So we finally are back to his place. I kissed him as I pressed my body into his, and then made him wait even longer while I ran to the bathroom. When I came back out, I grabbed him and pulled him into me, and then raised my arms over my head to signal that I wanted him to undress me. We made our way slowly to the bed as we lost items of clothing with each step. I won't go into detail from here, other than to say that I finally felt ready. And we made use of the bed... the couch... even the shower. I felt a little amused... some people wait forever to have shower sex and here it was my first time and we had a go at it. Very very fun :)

So, now I unfortunately don't know when I will get to see him next, since plans for this weekend fell through. Maybe next weekend? Oh well.

Side note... went and saw Coraline with the old roommate tonight... great movie :) Definitely too scary for kids though. But we both thoroughly enjoyed it.