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First – Time Sex Stories…That Don’t Suck: Good Things Come to Those Who Wait. Literally.


SuperShe • 6 months ago

Swiping your V-Card isn’t as simple as a one-click-buy on Amazon. It can be awkward. It can be weird. It can even be on a twin bed in your childhood bedroom. And it can totally fucking suck. But it can also rock your world, bust open your heart and light your bod on fire. Although we rarely hear the good stories (most first-time sex tales include a lot of fumbling, sweating and a corny-as-hell playlist), the good stories are out there. In fact, they’re right here. 

SuperShe is rolling out a coitus collection from women all over the world. A compilation of your best rites of passage. A gallery of getting it on. The Louvre of lovemaking, if you will. Buckle up because no detail is too graphic; no emotion is too raw. 

Just so we’re all on the same page, we’re here to read, laugh, gasp, and get weak-in-the-knees all over again with you—and, if we’re lucky, get a little turned on. We’re definitely never gonna judge or mock. Cool?

So kick back and enjoy these SuperShes’ first steamy moments that marked even more good times to come. And come. And come.  

Good Things Come to Those Who Wait. Literally.

“During a two-week stay in Rome—a pitstop on a longer post-college trip that I had saved up for—I’m in a hostel where I have to change rooms every night. One evening, I am placed in a co-ed room with eight beds. I’m by myself when a group of four guys, all friends from Brazil, walk in. I connect with one, in particular, immediately. We end up spending the next day together. We walk around Rome, make jokes and hang out for 10 hours straight. It’s so easy, we are already playing girlfriend and boyfriend. We stop everywhere to make out, and it feels so natural. 

When we get back to the hostel, we sneak off to the room’s common bathroom for some privacy to keep locking lips. He asks, ‘Do you want to do anything else?’ And I’m like, ‘Nooo….’ Nearly 23 years old, I haven’t lost my virginity yet for no reason other than not feeling ready. And I’m definitely not ready to give it up in front of an audience. 

Then, I think to myself: Why am I holding on to this when I clearly want to do something about it? I want to have sex, so why am I denying myself something that I want? 

We end up renting a hotel room nearby at around 10 p.m. We have sex from check-in time til 7 a.m., nonstop. In between, there’s chatting and cracking jokes. It feels really easy breezy. Obviously, I’m nervous. I hadn’t done anything before; I hadn’t given a handjob or blowjob or let anyone go down on me. He makes me feel so special and very beautiful. We take our time, allowing me to adjust with each progression. He makes me feel hot, hot, hot. He goes down on me first. ‘I want to make sure you’re having a good time,’ he says. And I am! 

He goes down on me for a long while and it’s so good that by the time I crawl on top—boom! I’m having my first orgasm during sex. ‘Wow! This is amazing!’ I say. We do every position in the book. We do it and just keep on doing it. I’m so glad that I waited for this moment until I was more comfortable in my own skin. That’s why I think I was able to come on the first go.”