When I was 15, my first time was with a college student who was tutoring me. He was kind and always paying attention to me, so I thought I'd tease him a little and attended our lesson wearing only a camisole. When he said, "You don't understand this part?" he slowly moved his face closer. My heart started pounding so hard I felt like he could hear it. Suddenly, my lower body grew warm and I felt a tingling sensation. I'd felt something similar before a few times, so I thought maybe it was happening again. After that, I became more aware of him—intentionally brushing my shoulder against his, gradually closing the distance. The tingling grew stronger, harder to ignore. My face flushed, and it seemed like he noticed. When he asked, a bit obviously, "What's wrong?" I felt embarrassed and didn't know what to say, so I just replied, "I don't know." He simply said, "I see, you don't know," then touched my shoulder, wrapped his arm around me, and kissed me. I'd kissed before, but this was my first adult kiss, and I was surprised. I couldn't say it was my first time, but I didn't pretend it wasn't either—maybe he understood. It hurt a lot, and I ended up crying. When he saw my tears, he asked, "Should we stop?" which made me think how gentle he was. But he kept going until the end, and I admired his determination. At the time, I didn't feel pleasure, so I thought I might not want to do it again. But when we met next, he said he wanted to, so I agreed. After that, we did it several times, and eventually, I started to feel a little pleasure. Even now, I sometimes recall those memories before falling asleep.