She was a freshman at the local university. She was 19. She was a virgin. I was a divorced guy who recently relocated and hadn't started my new job yet. I was 44.
We met online. We talked for a few hours before sex came up. It was a few days later that age and virginity appeared in the chat.
My initial reaction was that I politely exited. After all, when I was 22, I had decided to never take another virginity. The consequences ( might not be the correct word ) were too serious. The emotional investment was and would always be different for her, whoever she might be, and me. I didn't want to be a total pig.
But we talked again. Not about sex. Not about age. We talked about life. She had very little experience with most areas of life.
I had obtained a great deal of life experience across many categories. I explained that even I was still learning. Every day. Things about the world. Things about people. Things about myself.
She would have plenty of time to gather all the experience she would need and it would come at the proper time. She would fall. She would succeed. The world would take from her, but also give.
Then it hit me. She was going to lose her virginity. She would experience good guys, bad guys, wannabe guys. Life would hand her a full assortment to sample if she was game.
So, why couldn't she have a great experience right out of the gate.
Let me clarify. I'm not a great experience. I'm a regular guy with regular limits and regular skills. However, I knew how to provide exactly what she deserved. Honesty, no judgement, no false promises and no broken heart.
So, we made a plan. We met several times over the following 6 months. We did it all. All of it was her first. It was tremendous.
It was intense, exciting, sexy as hell and 100% natural. I've never felt so secure in myself. She never once felt insecure. Nervous, yes. We both felt that. Anxious about how we would be received, of course. But we had a level of comfort from day one that I never had with my ex wife of 14 years.
Then it was over. She met a guy. I was sad, but relieved. Relieved only because I knew at some point that life would begin for her and I'd be a memory. So when it came, it was a blessing. We stayed in touch off and on. She graduated with a nursing degree and as far as I know, they are still together more than 6 years later.
I am fully aware of all the negative things to be taken from this. I'm also fully aware of the good that came. I regret nothing.