Senior year of college, the first time I slept with my bf after we had been dating for a while, I was kinda nervous. I was insecure because I was still figuring out what I liked and hadn’t orgasmed with a partner still. He was incredibly sweet with me and we moved really slowly, first just making out for over an hour. He showed me that we had all the time in the world and there was no rush. Once things did start to progress, he whispered, “I’m not going to let myself come until you fully enjoy it first.” He didn’t say it in a way that made me feel pressured, but more of a tender reassurance that he cared more about me feeling good than himself. It was the first time that I actually realized that I was allowed to enjoy sex too, that I wasn’t just doing it for my bf.
-26, Boston, Female, Soccer