was not great LOL... It was messy, weird, and uncomfortable. However, with (lots of) practice, it has gotten to be soooo much fun 
Maybe it's like wine, it will only get better with time... I certainly hope so!!
xoxoxo
J.
We both were 15...I was at her parent's house(they were at the bar as usual)..we played "sink the submarine" right there on the living room floor!...I wasn't her 1st....anyhow, i said to myself,"Hey I think I Like This"...(lol) Sorry,no romance...just a couple of HORNY teens!
When I was 18, I found myself in the "submissive F" chat room on AOL... and being courted by a 49-year-old, Italian born and raised professional photographer. He was a perfect gentleman and always respected my boundaries. He courted me with his company, with his cooking (and his homemade liquor -- mm mm!), with his wit & charm, for 6 months... always respecting my fear of intimacy and always treating me wonderfully. I was extremely attracted to him - I would get dripping wet any time he was near me - but I was terrified of intimacy for a number of reasons.
One night, after a lovely home-cooked meal of Chilean sea bass in black bean garlic sauce and marinaded and grilled eggplant, we were in his living room, talking. I forget what led up to it, but I dared him to slap me in the face - and he did. I laughed at him and asked him if it was his grandmother who taught him how to hit a lady. So he slapped me again, harder. I told him the 3-year-old I babysat had a better backhand. So he slapped me again, and on and on...
Eventually, he picked me up, carried me to the bedroom, and I finally gave in to my need for him. I liked it so much that I was riding him again as SOON as he was ready.
I had always heard from my girlfriends that my first time would be lackluster, so imagine my surprise when I felt a deep need and fulfillment! Literally, just anatomically speaking, I realized that that part of my body had been empty all my life -- and that it could be filled by another person's warm flesh -- and that really, really turned me on in an extremely profound way.
What a timely question! My first time was precisely 30 years ago this Friday! I had experience serious foreplay for a couple years prior to this, but nothing beyond DFK, slipping hands into panties and bras until Halloween 1978.
It was at a college dance. One of my buddies was with his fling du jour, and promised me that if I went home with them and her girlfriend, a good time would be guaranteed. Mind you, the dance had a Halloween theme, and me being well beyond 6-1/2 ft and somewhat of a SciFi Geek at the time, another buddy in the drama department decked me out in 4 inch lifts on my boots, a Vader-esque full face helmet with green face paint underneath (why??) and other appropriate attire. Course I was unable to move well, since the lifts created their own sense of vertigo... and wouldn't you know that this was the one time I had every little hottie coming up to me begging for a dance?
Anyway, the night went as promised... my date took me to her bed, and... I completely fumbled. Couldn't figure out how to unzip her... then she pointed out that she was wearing coveralls, so all I really needed to do was drop her shoulder straps and... well duh!
Panties slid off easily and... yeah, she was wet and slippery. I was still... anxious... and came almost immediately. This was long before fear of any STDs had set in (not to mentions AIDS), so it was just me and her, baby... nothing between us.
I later heard from her friend (my buddy's friend) that my date had called her into her bedroom the next morning to bear witness to... you guessed it... sheets and pillow cases smeared with green facepaint!
Postscript: it wasn't too much longer after that that I was bedding the girlfriend on a regular basis. 
and occurred right around the time (I think a little before) the song of same name was released by S&G, definitely before the movie the Graduate.
I was 16, the lady was a neighbor 2 doors down. Very elegant lady, exquisite dresser, probably early to mid 40s, a couple of kids, one about my age. I did not pay much attention to her - she was attractive but I assumed totally out of reach. Her daughter was in my circle of friends but I was not interested in her. The lady had been after her husband to clean out their garage, but he was a three piece suit type, always at work, and not the type to get his hands dirty. She offered to pay me to help her sort out the garage. She looked entirely different in jeans, sandals, blouse, hair tied back with a bandanna. She was also more friendly and outgoing. Now I was a fairly buff kid (stayed buff until fairly recently actually), mature looking for my age. We worked and laughed and sweated and grunted together moving stuff around and depositing a fairly large pile on the curb for trash pickup. Afterward we were both filthy. She offered to put my clothes in the washer and let me take a shower. Honestly, other than being horny in general, I did not see it coming. I was surprised when she entered the bathroom while I was in the shower, even more when she joined me. Quite nonplussed. The lady washed me off and encouraged me to reciprocate. She laughed at my hard on and I still did not realize that we were going to wind up in bed, let alone having an 'affair' for several months. The lady stroked me off in the shower - I came in probably 15 seconds. I was actually embarrassed. She told me that was to make me last longer in bed, that young guys were too quick. The lady taught me most of what I know about licking pussy. I was fascinated by the fact that she had a few gray pussy hairs. The lady taught me the value of long, slow foreplay. In those days we were not using protection but she wanted me to come inside her, which I did frequently. She never took me in her mouth - I did not know for a few years yet that such a thing existed. But I loved tasting her. We got together at least twice a week all Spring and Summer before she and her family moved away in September. Now that is a heartbreak I remember to this day......
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Was in the service working at a school, and I had just come back from Christmas leave seeing my HS GF and her new husband for the first time. On the shuttle ride from Indianapolis airport to the base, met a couple of girls who were in class at the school. I pursued one of them (majorly against the rules), and we went out a couple of nights before going out one Friday night with friends and coming back to my c=barracks room and my roomies were away. Did it for the first time and it took 15 minutes for me to convince her I wasn't lying about it being my first.
Fell in love with the girl (always have been a hopeless romantic), only to find out two weeks later while we were still involved that she had a husband back home in prison for murder.
Sigh. Hard to believe that was almost 27 years ago.
The crowd I used to hang with could best be described as the the annoying younger siblings of kids who hung out with "older guys", so when I was 13 I was starting to get used to lying about my age and going to party with college kids. My look was exotic enough so that no one really wanted to question me, and I was just old enough to think I might actually know what I wanted, lol.
So, when I decided that I wanted to know what sex was like, I just did it. Grabbed some guy at a party, ran upstairs, and went for a roll in one of the bedrooms. Of course I watched enough MTV to know that condoms were necessary, as I did *not* want to end up having to tell my mother I was pregnant. I remember his name, and how much he annoyed me when he tried to hang out with me for the rest of the night. I really don't think I'd remember what he looked like if I was staring straight at him. The actual sex was highly unmemorable.
It wasn't until much later that I discovered orgasms, and how they might actually be achieved *during* intercourse. My world has never been the same since!
Maxine
I was a late boomer. I wanted my first time AFTER I turned 21. He couldn't wait and 'more or less' forced himself onto on on the eve of my 21st.
