Anonymous asked: Okay, I'll start out with saying my first and only time was a mistake and a disaster. I was thirteen, and I had dated this boy for six months. I thought I was ready, we progressed physically pretty fast. But even all these years later, I can't deny that we were in love. I'd go over to his house almost daily and we'd go to his best friend/neighbors house with fishing poles and fish in the best friend's backyard. If it was raining, we'd stay at his house and play halo. Anyway, it was (continued)