Not a honeymoon story.... but a virginity story.
I had already left the JWs and was living on my own. My boyfriend and I were together for 5 months and had our share of heavy petting. He was not a virgin. I was 20, he was 19. So I decided finally to let him de-flower me. He got a really nice room at the Hilton.
We watched porn together. I was terrified of the pain I was supposed to feel. Finnaly I just jumped on him. He was errect, put the condom on, and soon as he stuck his head in me, he came.
Well he rested a bit and we decided to give it another go. This time much better. He was a very little guy though. We changed positions a view times. Well when he rolled me over missionary style I Queefed (spelling?)
I didn't know what it was, he thought I farted. I DIDN'T!!!!!!
Anyway he started laughing hysterically and went soft. Then he rolled over and went to sleep.
A few months later I had a great experience with a VERY well endowed guy who officially popped my cherry. It was so great that it was that night I started smoking.
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