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So you could say I was really pissed off when I found out. We tried to do be responsible, so we did everything sex ed class recommended: we discussed protection, I was at a gynecologist, got pills, everything was set. We just stood there, watching our genitals covered in blood. At first, I was very angry at him for not telling me this sooner, but there was no way back. Nobody ever mentioned a guy can actually hurt himself. We were so happy for achieving this, but we stopped seeing virginity loss as a huge deal by that point. I was 17 and I lost it to an Irish guy who wasn’t a virgin himself. Maybe, but before you knew it, we were together again. I guess we’re more mature and experienced today, but we do feel sorry for those years we’ve spent apart. Then he pressed a little stronger, and I felt him stretching me.By joining you agree to our Terms of Service, Man Hookup is part of the Infinite Connections dating network. So after one date, we broke into his cousin’s basement. It happened quite unplanned one day, at his place (he was staying at his relatives) when nobody was around. We believe knowledge is power, and we strive to create a safe place for young people to get valuable information on sensitive topics. So we’d just have rushed, anxious makeouts wherever and whenever we could. Turned out we were waiting too long, until we just couldn’t wait any longer. After all, we did love each other in that crazy, teenage way. He was my boyfriend of few weeks (yes, weeks) but it seemed longer. It was a summer break and we had a lot of time on our hands. Honest conversations about virginity, "first time" and sexual health. We weren’t a random hookup: we were dating for months. It was my blood; he did manage to tear my hymen, and now I was bleeding, too. Turned out his condition wasn’t serious at all; all we had to do, is wait for his frenulum to heal. He admitted, reluctantly, that he was a virgin, too. It was a bit uncomfortable, but my vagina was gradually stretched enough by frequent fingering and attempts of penetration, so it didn’t really hurt. So he told me it’s ok, and promised to do it slowly. The more I’ve learned about life, love and sex, the more I realized I was happy to have Jim by my side, even if he wasn’t Mr Right. The worst potential way to meet your first lover again? I jumped to help him, and I felt something wet going down my leg. I tried to do everything right, I followed every single advice given by a health professional, I was responsible, I was with a guy who respected me and wanted to be gentle with me. We kissed, undressed and he gently touched me all over my body. He asked if I was sure about this and I said yes – I wanted to make love to him, but I was scared of the pain. It didn’t hurt much, if at all, but I was just really tight. So he just fingered me a bit until I got used to the feeling. We broke up about a year later, over some stupid thing that doesn’t deserve to be mentioned. But the experience I had with him, both relationship and sex, was valuable. A few years ago, in our late 20s, both fresh out of painful relationships.Studies have shown that most high school girls are more interested in a relationship compared to high school boys, who are mostly interested in sex.Young women tend to be honest about their sexual encounters and experiences, while young men tend to lie more often about theirs.He wasn’t the first guy who kissed me, or the first one who unbuttoned my shirt and touched my breasts. I already knew how big he was and I was prepared for the pain, so I wasn’t panicking. So, I got my legs spread, I hugged him and tried to relax so he could slide in without much hassle (and pain for me) but… I never put anything inside, not a finger, not a tampon, and now that I think of it, it did seem silly to assume he’d just be able to penetrate me. I thought he knew what he was doing, but he didn’t: at one point, he tried too hard to enter me, and for a second, I felt a sharp pain. We were so impatient, nervous, full of anticipation. He was simply too large to enter, and my vagina, as aroused as it was, was unable to stretch enough for him. It didn’t hurt me at all, his useless maneuvers, so I let him do it.