My first time was certainly nothing to be proud of.

A friend and I were hitchiking, to nowhere in particular, and got picked up by a guy about 10 years older than I was. I was 16 y.o. We went to his place and had some wine coolers and mary jane. The guy and I began making out in the bathroom, while my friend rocked out in the living room.

He and I had sex leaning up against the bathroom counter. It was okay, no pain ~ but I didn't have a desire to see him again...I don't have the faintest recollection of his name or looks. He drove us back to my place later in the afternoon and that was it.