I was 19, he was called Dave (at the time I didn't know his last name...), and it was in his room, in our halls of residence, on a blazing hot Sunday afternoon in July. I was very, very drunk on a noxious wine called Tiger Milk. It hurt, it was over very quickly, and when we had finished my first words were "is that it then?"
I don't really regret it, though it would have been nice if it had been with somone special. I was, at the time, madly in love with someone else, but he was seeing someone else too, so it was a bit complicated. Part of sleeping with Dave was that I knew it would get back to the other bloke, and I hoped it would hurt him. Yeah, OK, I was a very stupid 19 year old
A week later I slept with the "first true love" bloke so I guess it did sort of have the desired effect!
And dh and I didn't have sex on our wedding night either. Ds1 was 6 months old and he woke up just as things were getting interesting and slept between us in our bed for the rest of the night....