Well, I was in high school at the time, and I was somewhat of a wild child. I assure you am so much more refined now. However; I'd been hearing this rumor that sex was super fun and that everybody was doing it.
I had an understanding of sex obviously, but I thought it would be more like plugging in a night light: you just push it in and the magic begins. It took me years to get over that disappointment.
When the opportunity to go all the way presented itself I was overnight babysitting for some people. In the grand tradition of baby sitters I invited my boyfriend over about 5 minutes after I put the kids to bed. I think I drank half a bud light to "relax". And then we did it on the couch. And it wasn't memorable or fun for that matter. No fireworks, no screaming God's name.
I was seriously like, um is that it? I think I'll stick to dry humping.
Needless to say, I became somewhat of a sex expert as far as my mostly virgin friends were concerned. I had about 5 minutes of experience, but it didn't stop me from handing out advice.
It took me a few years to figure out how to have fun going all the way. Living with my parents prevented me from practicing my craft as freely as I would have liked to. Moral of the story: some places have to be visited more than once before you figure out the fun things to do there.