I think it was a Sunday.  Yeah it must have been a Sunday cause I went to school the day after so it can't have been Saturday.
We'd arranged for me to go and see him at his place.  His name was Laurent.  He told me his mum and dad were out for the day.  It was on the 10th February.  I remember the date cause it was a month and a day to my 16th birthday.  It was cold but very sunny outside.
I got to his place and I remember feeling kinda awkward as it was his mum and dad's place and the decoration was...well ... pretty crap.  My mum and dad were sorta modern in their taste of furniture and I thought my house was cool.  His was dated and ugly!
He offered me a drink and I can't remember what I had.  I know it was a soft drink though.  He put some music on and made me listen to some music he liked.  I think it was Depeche Mode which at the time was the band everbody was listening to.  We probably kissed on his mum and dad's ugly sofa for a while.  He then got up and went into a cabinet by the television, got a bottle of whisky out and drank out of it then smile at me...kinda a sly smile which I thought was really naff.  I realise now he drank to give him the nerve to carry one further what we were about to do.  He took my hand and whispered 'Shall we go'.  I nodded and followed him to his bedroom.
I laid on his bed and he laid half on top of me and we started kissing. 
I was besotted with him and thought he was gorgeous with his tall figure and almost girlish look.  His eyes were intense and his smile (not the sly one) was irresistible.
I'd met him a few weeks prior at the bar near my school during a free period.  Me and my friends used to go to that bar to drink coffee, smoke cigarettes and spend our money in the jukebox.  We were chatting, sat at one of the table when he approached us with his mate and sat with us.  We started talking and I couldn't help noticing how much he was looking at me.  I felt very flattered as I considered myself as the ugly duckling during those years (Now I am like a beautiful swan lol.... one with a massive arse).  It wasn't long before we were French kissing on the back on the bar every opportunity we got.  I was flattered that such a gorgeous guy, older than me, would give me the time of day...let alone fancy me!

He undressed me and undressed himself.  I had never been naked in front of a guy before so I was very nervous.  I was glad he closed the shutters a little so the room was dark enough. The whole thing took probably 10 minutes and it did hurt as it was my first time.  Despite being fast, he was gentle.  When it all finished, I was so proud I had done was so many of my friends were only talking about.  Now I knew and I could tell them!  It was probably why I agreed to do it so close to the beginning of the start of this relationship (just about 3 weeks).  I was devoured by curiousity and eager to be the first one of my girlfriends to say 'I've done it!'  Despite the fact that my tale of the whole event afterwards to my girlfriends was short and rather clinical (details of pain, feeling this thing inside me, how much blood was there etc etc), my girlfriends where in delight with my story and kept asking me questions.  And since I KNEW...I was only to pleased to advise them.
Laurent and I did it again once more.  In my bedroom this time while my parents were out for the evening.  I was still very pleased with him and loved him to bits.
Then a few days later, as I was chatting happily with my girlfriends in the school grounds, this guy who was in my class came up and asked me if I would do what I did to Laurent to him too cause he got really excited when he heard from Laurent how our last Saturday night went.  Then he left laughing.
I was so shocked I could not speak.  My friends looked at me in silence not knowing what to say...one of them shouted at that guy what a complete arsehole he was if I recall properly.  I think I started crying out of rage after a while.  How could he!!!!  I thought he loved me and since I gave him my virginity I thought he would respect me.  It is a bit cliché  but I was 16!

Needless to say I dumped him the very next time I saw him.  There weren't any mobile phones at the time otherwise I would have just texted him "You're dumbed, you stupid wanker".  The hurt carried on for a while as I saw him many times at the same bar after the day I realised what a tosspot he really was ...He was there, laughing and chatting up other girls, snigering at me and taking pleasure out of making my life miserable for a few weeks aftewards.  My friends were good to me and kept protecting me the best they could.  But the shame I carried was unberable.  Shame to have been talked about to other guys in those terms and shame to have believed him.  Shame to have been such a stupid little girl.

Then it all stopped when I met my next boyfriend.... I healed pretty quickly and Laurent was just a distant memory. That's what happens when you are just 16,  you move onwith things.   My regret is to have let him make me believe he was the one.  Gullable Me felt in his trap and slept with him which pretty much spoil the whole 'First time' for me.  That may sounds really corny but when you're 16, it is a very much serious thing...about the only think you are thinking about until you loose it!

Mey
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This sounds so bad but I can't remember who my first was, it could have been a couple of girls when I was 17 but I just don't know...

You're right Gad. It sounds really bad!!! But you're a guy so it's not surprising

thanks for sharing that with us. You told it so well, I could almost see it. I remember those days of teenage pain and intensity.

I fancied a guy called Laurent once, hope it wasn't the same one!! If I'd known I would have slapped him, lol.

Well if you had to put all Laurent in the same bags that would be a lot of slapping lol