Once when I was a teenager, I was totally in love with my boyfriend (my current husband), and we were young and very idiotic. So one day, he asked if I was ready for sex. I was hesitant, but I loved him and he loved me so we were ready.
So he takes the top, and I take bottom, and he goes ahead and enters. I scream into his shoulder, but it felt good. After we finish, he embraces me and soothes me. I burned. A LOT.
He goes home because it's the middle of the night and my mom and dad will be home from work any minute. And I realize the windows open.
You see, when I was a teen, I had a bunch of perverted sex-crazed twelve-year-old neighbors. I wasn't sure if they saw us, or if they didn't, but they sure did change how they looked at me!