I lost my virginity when I was 18 to my first boyfriend. Most of my friends had already lost theirs and I wanted to see what the big deal was. But I never really felt attractive. At 5'6" with an athletic build, long dark brown hair, brown eyes, and curvy hips, I just usually felt sort of awkward. I was a bit of a late bloomer in the tit department. I was practically flat chested most of my life and then all of the sudden they started coming in. Trust me, going from an A cup to a large C was a huge confidence booster. Boys started noticing me more and I was enjoying the attention. And of course I met my first boyfriend. He was nice, a bit jerkish at times but I figured that was just immaturity. Of course when I told him I was ready to have sex he practically jumped at the chance.

I just remember it being really awkward and over a lot faster than I had thought it would be. I knew my first time wasn't going to be magical but to say I was disappointed was a huge understatement. We had sex a few more times and it was typically the same thing. Lots of hard groping, kissing, pulling clothes off, followed by about 5-6 minutes of hard thrusting before it was over. I couldn't see why everyone kept saying sex was amazing. For a guy sure. But for girls? It wasn't worth it. Why did I need a man who left me unsatisfied? I could get the job done myself and I usually had to. Needless to say that relationship didn't work out.

Not even a year later I met a new guy named Steve. He was very kind and treated me like a lady. We didn't rush into having sex. But when it finally happened, it was a totally different experience than my previous ones. While his cock was average size, at least what I would later learn in my life to be average, he was a bit more interested in my needs than my old boyfriend and lasted longer. We didn't "hump like rabbits" but it was hard to keep us apart. Overall he was a wonderful guy.

We had been together a little over a year when his parents had invited me to go to the beach with them during the summer. My family and his had become rather close over the time we had been together so my parents were fine with me going. I was doing well in college and they really liked him and his family so they couldn't find a reason to not let me go. Besides I was 20 so how were they really going to stop me?

I was really excited for the beach. It's always been one of my favorite places to go. I bought some new outfits as well as some new bikinis. Nothing too revealing, but things I still felt sexy in and showed off my curves. I wanted to impress my boyfriend but still keep it respectable in front of his parents. His parents were some of the nicest people I had met. They were the type to let us drink in the house just as long as we promised not to drive or go anywhere. And they weren't idiots so when it came to the sleeping arrangements, they were fine with us sleeping in the same bed together. I think that made my boyfriend feel a little weird though. Not that I was expecting us to have sex every night, but our first night there he hardly touched me. I thought maybe he was just tired from the long car ride. But I was determined to get his attention the following day.

When it came time to hit the beach I picked out the more subtle suit of the ones I had brought. It was a dark purple color that tied at the sides of my hips, coming down to cover my ass just enough so that all you could see was the curve of it with a little bit of skin. The top tied at the back of my neck, lifting my tits up nicely, covering them as well but giving a nice hint of cleavage in the middle. When I asked him what he thought all he replied with was 'It's nice' and that was that. Still I figured he didn't want to say much in front of his parents.