I've never really told anyone the full details of my first time.

Maybe because it happened while I was high, and maybe because part of me still holds onto it as something oddly romantic which isn't really the tone I usually have when I post or read here.

On one of our dates, I casually admitted that I was still a virgin. I joked that the next time we saw each other, we'd actually take our time... and smoke together.

About a week later, I'm back at his place. We sit, talk, relax. The tension slowly builds lingering looks, less space between us. Kissing happens naturally, then deepens, slows, grows heavier. I suggest we smoke, mostly because I'm nervous and need to loosen up. We put on a movie we barely watch and talk quietly while the smoke fills the room. I know he handles weed better than I do, so I let him take more. The high creeps in; I get warm, giggly, a little floaty... and then he's kissing me again.

Everything feels amplified the kisses, the hands, the way our bodies react to each other. I can feel how turned on he is, and I'm just as bad. I end up on top of him, grinding against his body, while he moans right next to my ear.

At some point, the couch isn't enough anymore, and we move to the bedroom.

He takes off the last thing I'm wearing. He's slow and careful, like he knows this matters. When he goes down on me, I completely lose track of myself. I grab his hair and move my hips without thinking. Being high makes everything feel bigger, deeper, more overwhelming.

When he slips a finger inside me, I expect pain but it feels different. Still intense, still uncomfortable, but also strangely good. Almost addictive. Maybe the weed makes it easier. He adds another finger, and I tell him I want him inside me.

It still hurts, so I shift and go down on him instead. Feeling him react, tense up, and finally let go is intoxicating. He finishes in my mouth.

Later, we're naked and tangled together, talking quietly like nothing else exists. We fall asleep, wake up, and end up touching again without even planning to. I climb on top of him, rolling my hips, feeling confident in a way I never have before. He pins my hands behind my back, and I let the pleasure take over, my legs shaking. I make him come again before we finally crash for real.

The next day is lazy and soft. I'm exhausted in the best way. I nap, wake up, and somehow we end up back at it again like we can't help ourselves.

He eats me out until my legs are trembling, then pulls me over him. I sit on his chest, moving against his mouth until I come. I suggest going back to the bedroom, but he laughs and says we should just christen the couch.

He spanks me while I'm on top of him, my moans pushing him further. I come hard. Then he flips us and pushes inside me, faster and deeper this time. I feel him completely, filling me

And that's how I lost my virginity high, messy, emotional, and far more intense than I ever expected