I don't normally talk about my first time. Most people would call me many things, some of which I am sure I deserve:

I had just turned 11, the guy was 18 or 19 and was working at my grandparents farm ,getting money for college.   Needless to say, I was in love in only the way an innocent 11yr old can be.  On a big smooth rock, nude from skinny dipping with him, he took my  virginity.   It didn't hurt that bad, it was more of a surprise to me than painful.   When it was over, my emotions were everywhere. I cried and was so embarrassed. I wanted to crawl off and hide. I knew what we did was big, real big and a huge, way too early step for me.  I started to grab my cloths and run away from him, but I didn't. I didn't want my first time to be like that, so I went back to him, and snuggled up to him, I needed this young man to hold me, to make it better and he did.  He wrapped me up is his strong arms and held me and let me cry. 

A little later, still in his arms, he started kissing first my cheeks then my lips as we talked and laughed. In no time I had forgotten, to be ashamed and just let nature takes it course and he made love to me again.  This time the pain was gone, the shame was gone, I was lost to the new pleasure this man gave me.