It’s normal to feel excited or anxious when thinking about losing your virginity. Just remember that there’s no right or wrong time to become sexually active—it varies for each person. It might take time to decide what’s right for you. In this post a girl is telling about how she lost her virginity with her boyfriend.
Confessions Of A Girl Whose First Time In Bed Was Really Painful
By
Deepak Mamgain in
Confessions
On 22nd January 2017
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#1
She was twenty when her boyfriend and she finally decided to sleep with each other. He was finishing his final year of college and would be leaving the city soon to look for jobs, and they both felt that before we undertook the pain of long distance commitment, they should at the very least make the most of our physical proximity. That is, have sex.
#2
They were both virgins and not all that confident about how exactly to go about it. So they did their research, looked stuff up on the Internet, even spoke to a couple of our sexually active friends. Armed with these little nuggets of information and a pack of condoms, they got into bed.
They’d seen each other naked before, of course - they’d been dating for a full two years by now. So there wasn’t a lot of embarrassment as they stripped their clothes off. What they both felt was a great degree of nervousness as well as excitement. Little did they know that the excitement would fizzle out in minutes.
They made out, and it was great. And finally he was ready, condom on, her legs spread eagerly - they’d waited a long time for this. But the moment he started to enter her, she howled in pain. Not only was it a lot more uncomfortable than what She’d been led to expect, but also as soon as the condom came into contact with her vagina, all the lubrication of arousal stopped and she dried up completely. They took a break and decided to try again in a bit.
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#3
People had told them that the best way to go about it was to just get the first time over with - so that they could move on to the second and third and nth time, which would be far better. It was like ripping off a Band-Aid, they’d said - the pain would stop the moment it was over. And so they went for it. She told him to not stop until he was fully inside. He winced at the thought of doing it through my tears, and reluctantly agreed.
Well, it was NOT like ripping off a Band-Aid. It wasn’t momentary pain, something that happened only for an instant - it was utter agony. He pulled out after a couple of minutes, when she just couldn’t stop crying, and neither did the discomfort end. It was horrible for her since she was so dry and the condom felt so alien and it was just so painful. And it was horrible for him because I was so dry and tight that he lost his arousal completely.
#4
They sat huddled together after that, both of them sad and upset at the unpleasant turn of affairs. She was bleeding a bit, which She knew was normal; she was also very sore and aching, but she didn’t know whether that was normal or not. The next day, she still hurt like crazy, so he told her that he was taking me to a gynaecologist. We looked up a clinic on the Internet and made an appointment.
The session with the doctor was yet another nightmare. Instead of just offering me treatment, the gynaecologist actually lectured me about my morals and values after asking her boyfriend to leave the room. Her ears burnt and her eyes filled with tears, but she was in so much pain that she kept her mouth shut. Eventually, she prescribed a vaginal hygiene wash to help avert infection and an analgesic pill to help with the pain. As soon as she had the prescription in her hand, she practically fled the clinic, asking her boyfriend through her tears to pay the bill.
It was a good three days later that she felt perfectly fine. And those three days made for the worst time of their relationship had ever gone through. She knew that she’d recover, but her boyfriend was upset because he kept thinking that he’d done something really wrong and it was all his fault. Plus it didn’t help that the act they’d thought would cement their love turned out to be such a disaster.
They got over it eventually. She confided in her married cousin, who took her to a licensed sex counsellor. They pretended that she was about to get married and was therefore seeking information to make her “Wedding night” a pleasant one. It was there that she learnt about lubricants and that sometimes women had bad reactions to the latex that condoms are made out of.
They got into bed again a month later, armed with a little bit more knowledge and a bottle of lubricant that they planned to use generously. And guess what? It wasn’t horrible at all. It was nice and warm and what they’d hoped their first time would be… And it made them fall a little bit more in love with each other. :-)