6 Ways to Have Good Lesbian Sex for the First Time

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It wasn't painful, but it honestly didn't feel like anything at all was happening. All in all it wasn't terrible, and I'm not sure I would change it. But now, I'm grateful because that experience probably saved my life.

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Lesbians: Expectation Vs. Reality

Thanks to Hollywood's unrealistic standards, we've all built up this imaginary idea of what sex is supposed to be like. But the truth is, everyone's experience is different. Sometimes it's smooth and romantic, and other times, it's kind of terrible. But no matter how old you are or what the circumstances are, having sex for the first time can feel like a huge deal. Below, 43 girls get real about — how they knew they were ready, who they did it with, and how they felt afterward. He knew I was a virgin and for some reason, I had this expectation of it being magical, which in all honesty, it wasn't. I think I would have enjoyed it more if he had your first lesbian sex in with me to see if my needs were being met, which they weren't. At the time, I was blinded by my love, so I chose to look past that. It was messy, drunk and horny. I was 17, drunk at a beach concert, called a guy that we had an on and off thing and we had sex in the back of his pickup car. Then, he went to study abroad and we never spoke about it, until like 2 years later. I was a sophomore in high school and at a Halloween party. I got pretty drunk and had sex with one of my childhood friends on his birthday in the basement of his house. Then, the next day, I found out one of my best friends also had sex for the first time that night. So to this day, she and I will text each other on October 30 to say happy anniversary. I was so incredibly nervous — l think we both were. So we lit candles and took it slow. To be honest it hurt like hell. But other than that l think it was pretty perfect as far as virgins go. It was after homecoming and we were just in his room. It all happened pretty naturally. It wasn't painful, but it honestly didn't feel like anything at all was happening. And then a 1-2 minutes your first lesbian sex it was over. I was 17 when I first had sex. It was late at night and we were in the backseat of his car. I was really nervous, but he was patient and managed to make me feel comfortable and sexy, even. It was nothing like I imagined. I felt comfortable, but out of nowhere, I got really nervous. He told me to relax and that we didn't have to continue if I didn't want to, but I did. It was very painful to the point that I had to stop because I was in so much pain. I felt a little ashamed and embarrassed because I imaged something different and I thought he was disappointed in the experience. He was so understanding and he said it was fine and that he wanted me to be okay, and that we didn't have to continue. He made me feel better about the experience, and we are still together two and a half years later. I wasn't in love or whatever, but I guess I never expected to be. He made me feel comfortable and respected, so one night, I went over and we had sex. It wasn't awkward or weird, and it wasn't this special magical moment either. We went to a diner the next morning for breakfast and texted my best friend group chat the link to Lonely's Island's I Just Had Sex, and I think they were more excited about it than me to be honest. I wasn't ready at all and he was. And then it sort of just happened to me rather than me choosing whether or not I wanted to. I was on senior week, and I was hanging out with the boy I liked. His friend was asleep in his hotel room, so we did it on the balcony. It was completely unplanned, but I've never regretted it. I'm still friends with the guy, too. It was the summer after high school for me, sort of an in the heat of the moment type of situation with this guy I'd been talking to for a while. It didn't hurt or anything like I'd expected, which was interesting. My first time was with my boyfriend of a few months. After class, I hung out with my boyfriend at his house he lives with his parents. Later, I snuck back in after his parents fell asleep. It was super unexpected and definitely not planned. I didn't necessarily feel bad, and I definitely don't regret any of it, the circumstances just made it hard for me to let go and loosen up. Thinking back to it eight months and many sexy times later, I honestly wouldn't change anything. I've grown so much more comfortable with sex, and I can thank my boyfriend for that for being kind and gentle. My mom tried to have an open and honest conversation about having sex so that I would feel less nervous when the time came. But the conversation was always about boys, never about being sexual with girls, so I felt completely unprepared when I went to have sex with my girlfriend for the first time. I was 18 and I kinda just wanted to get it over with. It was the summer after I graduated from high school and I was on a date with this kid I knew since elementary school. We had talked about it before and we got this cheap motel and we did it. I felt kinda numb until the next morning, when I got in the shower and cried for an hour. It wasn't a big deal in my mind, as I'd lose it one day anyway, so why not then. Your first lesbian sex was talking to the boy for awhile and he made me feel like it was the right thing to do. I imagined it'd be like in the movies — all sweet and romantic, all planned out. It was awkward and I didn't really know what to do. Since then, my experiences have gotten better your first lesbian sex I now know what I'm doing. I was 17 and my best friend was a 21-year-old guy. We always joked about marriage, and he was cute, but I never felt attracted to him. One day, we went hiking, and he kissed me at the top of the peak, and I felt excited. He was older, his arms were strong, and he wasn't aggressive like the boys I kissed in my grade. He was my best friend and we were kissing — what. Anyway, that summer, we talked about having sex, but he insisted that I had to be 18. Finally, my birthday came, and his family was home, so we snuck into his backyard and went into a children's playhouse adorned with little kitchenware and dolls. It was awkward and it didn't really work. Also, after having sex with guys, I've realized that sex with girls is more my speed — more fun. I was 16 years old and it was right after I went on a hike with my boyfriend. I had always been nervous about the idea of sex. I had so many questions about how it would feel. But we discussed it and we both agreed we trusted each other fully. At first, it felt weird — not painful, but just a completely different feeling. My advice is to make sure you trust this person so you can enjoy it even if it is awkward at first. I wanted to have sex before college because I didn't want my first time to be a one-night stand after a party. I had met this guy online when I was younger and we had been talking for awhile. I had gone to see him a couple times your first lesbian sex he said he didn't want to be my first. But then on New Year's Eve, he invited me over and we ended up having sex. I felt super weird after, because I was like, maybe I should've waited for someone I loved. I really think that shapes how I treat sex now. I know a lot of people whose first time was with someone they loved, and now sex is this sacred thing for them — whereas for me, sex is really just your first lesbian sex act of pleasure. I was 18 and in a long-distance relationship. My boyfriend was visiting and it felt right at the time. But then he had to leave to go back to school, and I was left with a lot of emotions, including regret and shame. I missed him and I felt overwhelmed. Even though we aren't dating anymore, I really did love him and a part of me always will. My boyfriend at the time and I had been together for about eight months and things were getting serious, so we decided to do it. I was expecting it to be so nice and amazing, but instead it was so painful. It only lasted a couple of seconds. I had been dating a guy for less than a month when he told me, 'We need to have sex so we can figure your first lesbian sex if we have a spark to continue dating. We had sex in a car how romantic, right. Your first lesbian sex was so nervous that he wouldn't feel that 'spark,' but he did. I thought I found the guy of my dreams and that we'd get married. We're no longer together, but I don't regret the experience. I just wished I had known I didn't need to have sex with a guy for him to approve of me or continue dating me. I love my boyfriend and I was ready, so we had sex. I'm on the Pill and we used condoms. I was so happy to be making love with him. I liked the feeling of being so close to him. But physically I thought it felt weird — like it didn't really feel all that great and I didn't feel tons of pleasure. Afterwards, I expected to feel more mature and more confident, but I really just felt the same as I always have. I don't really feel like losing your your first lesbian sex is as big of a deal as everyone makes it out to be. I'm happy that I had my first time with someone I love, so, in that aspect, losing my virginity was really great because of how much I love my boyfriend. I lost it when I was 14 on my boyfriend's brother's futon and I bled all over the pristine white comforter. If it had been with anyone other than my boyfriend it would have been sooo embarrassing. I had a group of friends over on a Friday night my first semester of college. One friend asked if he could crash at my place. I wasn't expecting it to turn into anything — I didn't even know he felt attracted to me that way. It was very spur of the moment, but we did use a condom. He was my good friend and I trusted him, so even though we didn't talk about it beforehand, it felt right and okay and your first lesbian sex even pretty exciting. At 17, I was convinced I was the very last virgin in college. I was obsessed with the fact that I was a virgin, sizing up my classmates, puzzling over whether any of them were virgins, too. One of my high school crushes invited me to hang out one weekend, and according to my experienced roommate, it was apparent that he wanted to have sex. He was considerate and gentle and quite kind. The experience as a whole was very positive. I didn't have sex again for another two and a half years. I was ready and glad to no longer be a virgin, but I was not ready for the risk and responsibility of being sexually active. I have no regrets — either about how I lost my virginity or how long it took me to have sex again, because both were a reflection of me being good and ready. I lost my virginity when I was 15 to my boyfriend who was 17 at the time. We decided to do it after about three months of dating, when I knew for sure I was ready. Honestly, I didn't feel different after than I did before. Maybe just a little more mature. If you really think you're ready, and you and your partner protect yourselves, it can be a really cool thing. Though I was an 'early' bloomer when it came to kissing and dating, I was 20 when I lost my virginity. I decided that I wanted to wait until college to lose it, but when I finally got to college, I didn't really meet anyone that I wanted to have sex with, especially not for my first time. I ultimately decided to lose it to a guy that I really, really liked but wasn't in a relationship with. I was just so ready to 'get it over with,' and this guy was and still is a great guy. My one regret in the entire experience is that I didn't tell him that I was a virgin. I was so scared that I was going to freak him out, your first lesbian sex really, a lot of awkwardness could have been avoided if I'd just been honest. I'd always thought I would wait until marriage, but the older I got, the bigger the fuss about sex got. I was 17 and I just wanted to get it over with. I asked one of the people that knew me best at the time, my sort-of boyfriend, if he would take my virginity, and he agreed. At first, we couldn't find the hole, but eventually, we did. Afterwards, I didn't feel much different. I your first lesbian sex my virginity to my boyfriend of 11 months when I was 16. He was two years older than me and not a virgin, and he had been trying to persuade me for a couple months beforehand. When we finally did have sex, it was when I was ready. Your first lesbian sex was glad that I didn't give in until I was really ready. It was painful and slightly awkward. I had this weird feeling of elation once it was over, though, because I had always wondered what it would be like, and it had finally happened. I've never had any real regrets about the person I experienced it with or how it went down. Although I will say it would have been better in a bed and not in the passenger seat of a Honda Civic. I guess it was two or three months into my relationship with my first girlfriend when I was 15. There wasn't one your first lesbian sex moment when it happened. It was more of a progression from one stage to the next rather than 'here's the moment I lost my virginity' because we're both girls. I was excited and nervous and happy about the whole thing. When I was 17, I had this guy friend who I had been friends with for a while. We were both virgins and just wanted to get it over with. It wasn't pleasurable or even fun, and throughout the entire process all I could think about was, when will this be over. Moral of the story — wait until you're really ready. It was during my freshman year of college with an upperclassman frat bro. We'd been talking for months and I was convinced he liked me, though looking back on it now, his texts of 'What are you doing tonight. What stung the most was what happened after. He didn't text me at all and when I saw him at a party the next weekend he completely avoided me. If I walked into a room and we made eye contact he would immediately turn and walk out. It felt like a huge slap in the face. I liked him, but he had finally gotten what he wanted and that was it. I wanted nothing more than to go up to him and yell and ask him why he was being so mean to me when I had done nothing wrong, but every weekend he would completely avoid me or be talking with another girl when I walked by. I have to admit that I'm still not 100% over it or him. I was 17 and had been dating a guy for about two months. I knew I wanted to sleep with him. I thought about it for about a week to be sure, but I knew I was ready. I brought it up first, but quickly added that if he didn't want to yet, we could wait. He immediately said he wanted to, but asked about five times if I was sure I was ready, making sure I knew that he wouldn't care if I changed my mind. He made me feel safe, he made me happy, and that made me even more sure than before that I wanted to sleep with him. I lost my virginity when I was 15 years old. It was with a guy friend that I spent a lot of time with and did physical things with, but we weren't technically in a relationship. However, we were really good friends and I felt comfortable with him. Sex had been in the back of my mind for a while. I asked him about one month in advance if he wanted to do it with me, and he said yes. He had never had sex before, either. We used a condom, which he more than willingly agreed to do. Before we did it, I felt extremely nervous, but a good kind of nervous — it was something I really wanted to do, I just didn't want to mess it up. Afterward, I honestly felt closer to him emotionally and physically, and I could tell he did too. Our relationship ended up becoming more serious and eventually we started dating for real. I lost mine last year, when I was 19. The guy I lost it to was my first love. When we finally tried to have your first lesbian sex, it hurt unusually badly. We kept trying the whole night, but it just wasn't happening. I eventually found out I had cysts on my ovaries. We broke up about five months later. Afterwards, I thought I had wasted that special moment on someone who didn't deserve it. But now, I'm grateful because that experience probably saved my life. We are on good terms now, so I'm glad to your first lesbian sex it wasn't a mistake. It happened during a Netflix and chill situation and things were escalating pretty quickly. The guy I had been talking to didn't know I was a virgin, and I didn't tell him because I was afraid it would scare him off. Losing my virginity was quick and for the most part painless. It was no worse than period cramps. Once I got home, I felt guilty because it wasn't how I imagined losing my virginity, and not something you get back. I cried for a little bit and then decided there wasn't anything more I could do about it. I couldn't change what had already happened. All in all it wasn't terrible, and I'm not sure I would change it. I lost mine at 19 to my first boyfriend. I had wanted to wait until we had reached the six-month mark of our relationship, but it was about four and a half months into our relationship. It was on my bed in my dorm on a Sunday which I remember because his dad is a pastor. I had no pain, and it just felt right. He was gentle and it was loving. I knew I was ready because I just looked at him and wanted to be with him. The fact that he hadn't pressured me before helped, too. I remember whispering that I was ready, and he asked me twice before we actually did it if I was sure. We spent time after just cuddling and I felt so happy. Before then, I hadn't gone very far past first base. I don't necessarily know if I felt ready or if I just felt like it was about time I got this over with, but I was doing everything I could to find the right guy. After many, many failed dates, I met my first boyfriend at a film festival. He was cute, European, and really into me. Within a week, he was asking me to be his girlfriend. I didn't know how I felt about him, so I kept putting off becoming official. One day, we were fooling around and he asked to put on a condom. I lost my virginity the summer I turned 20. I had just started the Pill your first lesbian sex I was really afraid of getting pregnant and 'ruining my life,' which was the message I'd received growing up. I wasn't afraid of what it would feel like; mostly I was just afraid I wouldn't be good at it. Despite his efforts to the contrary, it hurt a lot. I just pushed through, thinking that eventually it would get better. The problem was, it never got better. Three years went by and sex still hurt. Several doctors later, I learned the culprit was a condition called endometriosis. With endo, the lining of your uterus grows in places it shouldn't, like your fallopian tubes, ovaries and sometimes elsewhere in your body. There's no cure for endo and treatments are limited, but there are more ways to enjoy sex than just intercourse alone. I met a guy during summer orientation the weekend before I started college. We made out after an orientation party, then kept in touch through thousands of flirty texts all summer long. When we finally got to college, we spent hours hooking up every day. I kept hoping he'd take me out on a date — I wanted him to be my boyfriend — but that never happened. After three weeks of him pressuring me to have sex, I finally felt ready. Thirty seconds after it was over, he got up, got dressed, and left. He ignored my texts, never spoke to me again, and avoided eye contact every time we ran into each other for the next four years. I was furious at him for being such a jerk, but at least I knew that any sexual encounter I had after that would be lightyears better by comparison. I was almost 21, I was finally in a relationship with a guy I was crazy about, and I knew I was as ready as I'd ever be. I had waited to have sex because I wanted my first time to be with someone that cared about me and would be around to share not just the physical act, but the emotions that came with it as well. I was scared that sex would hurt, and that fear made me more tense, so even though I was happy to be sharing that intimacy with my partner, I couldn't really relax and it hurt a bit. Your first lesbian sex, I was relieved that I'd finally gotten it over with, and didn't know if I would ever think sex was fun. In the next weeks I learned that our culture obsesses about making the first time perfect, but chances are that the second, third, fourth, etc. There's less subconscious pressure, and you'll learn what feels good for you. Also, lube is probably something you want to have. Luckily, I fell in love with a guy during my first semester of college. He had already had sex, but he was considerate and made me feel safe to call the your first lesbian sex for when I felt ready to do it together. So after a few months of dating, I planned a specific night for us where 'it' was going to happen. I put on lingerie, we lit a candle — the works. Later that week, during a comfortable Netflix date, I felt at ease and we tried again. It was with my summer romance before I went to college and I was 18-years-old. After a month of dating we decided to lose our virginities to each other. It was a bit awkward since I had one of those bed frames with the desk underneath that you had to climb a ladder to get to the bed part. We proceeded to try every position we could think of for the next four hours — pretty sure at some point we look up a few on the internet. I always wondered why my mom lent me the apartment. I asked a year after and she said it was because she had been molested as a kid and she wanted my first sexual experience to be positive.

It was awkward and it didn't really work. I was obsessed with the fact that I was a virgin, sizing up my classmates, puzzling over whether any of them were virgins, too. And then a 1-2 minutes later it was over. Demille award at the 2013 Golden Globes. Margaret, 27, confesses that she needed a little hint about this one. I had to tell her what I wanted, but she obeyed. While every woman is different, the best way to learn how to please a woman is to start with yourself. We had talked about it before and we got this cheap motel and we did it. A little smattering of freckles. They never made me cry for any other reason than that I felt unwanted. That night in bed, I remember there was some kissing and cuddling but nothing further than that. The more I think about orgasms as the measure of sexual success, the less I enjoy myself.