Comparing to my friends you could say I was a late one to lose my virginity. Whenever my crew would talk about sex or anything related I'd stay silent or joke around but somehow they'd always target me... Eventually I just had to lie to end the whole your a virgin funny ha ha and the are you gay jokes. The only one who wouldn't was my best bud, he understood me and respected my opinions. Throughout high school I had many opportunities and even with a girl I liked at the time but she went wayy to fast for me. One night she kept asking and asking me to have sex but I kept saying no, which of course caused some drama. She thought that I didn't like her or not attracted which I insisted that I do, I'm just not ready for it. I mean for real, we haven't even kissed yet. Well that same night I passed out on her couch and guess what happened.... She fucked my older brother and that was the end of that, I was 16 at the time. After that I didn't really care about it anymore and just went on focusing on myself.
When college arrived, I had a girl in few of my classes that I was friends with from high school. I eventually started to pick her up before class and hang out casually with her, we both lived off campus and our University was in the same town we grew up in. We did this till I was 19 - 22. After awhile I began to develop some real feelings for her, I mean I was always attracted to her and had a little crush even since high school; which crazy enough turned out she also felt the same. We started to talk constantly everyday, all day all night. The 1st time she slept at my apartment was when we had our 1st kiss plus a little bit of touching which quickly lead to us dating few days after. Over the course of 1 year we fell in love with each other. Durning that period she really really wanted to have sex but told her that I wanted to wait, which she actually respected. I needed to make sure that her feelings toward me was out of real love, not lust. Lust can sometimes give false feelings towards a person which I couldn't bear to have for my 1st time, it needed to be special and with someone special. Well on my 23rd birthday was the night I got my 1st BJ. After that night we started to be more intimate playing with foreplay getting more and more comfortable.
I've always read about peoples experiences being all nervous and high anxiety leading up to it. I cant lie, I defiantly had major anxiety every time being asked younger. Heart would start going insane and become very nervous, sweating up a storm; it somewhat made me scared to even try for sometime. Well all of that faded when I was with this special someone. On Halloween night was when I lost my virginity. It was everything I could ask for and much much more. I had someone who loved me, respected me for who I am, and we became so comforable with each other that it was more I could even imagine. Everything I worried about sex dissipated and simply felt natural. At this time she didn't know I was a virgin which I soon told her few weeks after. When I broke the news she couldn't believe that was my 1st. It made her feel super special that she was the one I chose to share that moment with. I'm honestly not sure why I didn't tell her before, I guess in my mind I thought that I'd freak myself out or over think it.
As time went on we kept getting closer and closer, our love growing everyday to new limits. Of course after the 1st we really started to get hot and heavy, having sex at least once a day. I can't really call it sex though; we have such an immense connection, chemistry and passion as our spirits intertwine above us. I suppose you'd call it "Making Love". Although I wasn't her 1st, she claimed that what we have was very different then past relationships; she thought she knew what love felt/meant but completely changed with me. That made me feel amazing and important in a way I've never felt. This was also my 1st real girlfriend, in the past days of high school yeah I had little flings but it was never something to put any effort in. No love, no broken hearts; they normally lasted just up to a few months before it became a whatever thing. Once I found out more about them I'd realize it was never worth my time.
Fast forward to now, we have fell deeper into love and keep growing closer everyday. It really seems like there is endless room for learning about one another. Our 3rd year is approaching soon and everything is still just mind blowing to me. I honestly never thought I'd find someone in my small hometown of about 23k. Everyone I went to school with basically either became puck sluts or simply got around way to much so I figured that once I moved I'd starting maybe find someone. I left it up for the universe to work its magic which brought me an amazing person.
Overall I'm very glad that I waited for the right person and time, I wouldn't change it for anything. Although I did get joked on younger, none of that really mattered. Whatever you feel is right to yourself is all that counts. I have a few friends who regret their 1st either from being to young or with the wrong person. I was 23 and was willing to wait however long it took. You can really feel when your ready, it should simply be natural.