I was 18. I was close to sleeping with my first, and only other, serious boyfriend, but he kept trying to pressure me into it, and so I kept holding back - not as a conscious "the more you nag the less you're getting" thing, but subconsciously I guess I thought having sex with him then would have been for the wrong reasons.

With Stewart it was so much better. He never pressured me at all, and we enjoyed doing pretty much everything else you can do without actually having intercourse for a while until I was more than ready to lose my virginity to him.