The horror of my first time

I didn't start having sex until I was 19. I'm a DK (deacon's kid) and I can't remember a time when my dad's eyes weren't on me. So when I went away to college, I didn't have to much experience with the opposite sex. I had a few kisses a couple of feels but that's about it. I was always in church. A lot of people say that if you are kept in the house and not allowed to do anything once you are an adult and away from your parents prying eyes and strict rules, you go buck. Well that didn't happen to me. I didn't know how to talk to boys or approach them, let alone have sex. I was shy and clumsy around them. Then I met Brian.
Brian called my room one day "by accident" looking for his cousin. He told me later that he had seen me in the caf and got my number from a mutual friend. When I answered the phone he asked for his cousin Sanai and when I told him he had the wrong number he asked me what my name was. Usually I would have said nunya, but for some reason I told him. He introduced himself to me and we ended up being on the phone for about 4 hours. That night he came to my dorm and we took a walk around campus. Damn that boy was fine. He had a quiet sexiness about him that I was instantly attracted to. Plus he was hella smart. After that day we were inseparable. We ate together, studied together and slept together. The only thing we didn't do was have sex. About 2 and a half months went by before I decided to give him some. My girls were telling me how the first time is always bad...it hurts, you're inexperienced blah blah blah. So of course I got nervous. We had arranged to go to dinner and a movie, which is no small feat on a broke college student’s budget. I told him my stomach hurt and I couldn't go and I went to bed. About two hours later I hear a knock on my door. He had snuck in my dorm to check on me to see how I was doing. We started talking and I ended up telling him the real reason I didn't want to go. We talked it over and he assured me if I wanted to wait longer we could. Isn't that the typical reverse psychology line? Well it worked.
He laid me down and massaged my scalp, and my back and everything else. I can remember that shit like it was yesterday. I was getting all comfortable and feeling confident like 'yeah I can do this, this is nothing', until he pulled it out. Ladies let me tell you, it was the biggest dick (I started to write penis, but that thing was a dick) I had ever seen in my life. Up until then I had only snuck my dad's pornos (yeah the good deacons) but nothing prepared me for this. It was huge. To this day I have never seen one that big in person. Yikes! Needless to say I was scared again. He said he would ease it in and go slow. Yeah ok. I think he tried, but he got so excited he went a little to fast. That shit hurt like hell. Excruciating. After we got in the groove it started feeling good to me. I started feeling these butterflies in the pit of my stomach and I'm thinking to myself, "this must be what an orgasm feels like, it kind of feels like I’m going to throw up." Then I kept thinking to myself how weird that thought was....until I threw up. All over the bed, all over the floor, all over him. And then he threw up from watching me throw up. It was horrible. We laugh about it now but that night we couldn’t even look at each other. Talk about embarrassing.