Just so you know, you can skip the next three paragraphs and read the actual problem, all the other rant is just background information about my experience that might (hopefully?) help finding a solution.

It's been a while since I started having sexual experiences. I find masturbation (just by myself) not very appealing, and aside for some experiences with a boyfriend I'd rather forget, most of the stuff I've tried have been with my current mate. We had dated before, and he was my first sexual experience, which basically was groping and masturbate each other. He wasn't a virgin and has always been a bit of a pervert, so sex was something he had been looking forward since the start. On the other hand I was a naïve virgin with the firm decision of waiting until marriage. Because of other some problems, but I personally think because mainly of the whole sex problem, we ended up breaking up. My childish attitude broke us apart and we pretty much stopped talking to each other for two years.

Two years pass and we're still acting like morons, but for reasons of destiny -or more like because of my laziness- I ended up having to go to summer classes (pwnd by the Math teacher). For my bittersweet surprise he had also failed math and we were going to be in the same classroom. I finally swallowed my pride and decided to try and recover the friendship I once had with him. At first he wouldn't even answer me or even look at me, but a friend of mine persuaded him to at least answer me. We had previously send some e-mails to each other and he said that he didn't want to be my friend anymore because it was certain that he would fall in love with me again, but I thought it was going to be alright. Buuut he was right, and when I told him I loved him very much, but in a friendly way, he got really pissed off and stopped talking to me again. Eventually he gave me yet another chance and that's when my heart decided to stop working with my brain and started listening to my hormones. I went almost dialy (except sundays, family day) to his house that ended with heavy make-out and touching each other, specially in the bathroom shrugs.

I still didn't want to have sex until marriage, but when I told him I was going to go to another country for a couple of weeks for vacations he got really depressed. You couldn't tell by just looking at his face, but sometimes he would stare silently at me with such a serious expression, and then bear-hug me for long periods of time. When three days were left before my trip, we were hanging out in his house and I went to the bathroom to wash my hands. He went in too, and as he usually does, turned off the light and closed the door grinnig like an idiot, and we started kissing. The kisses led to touching and the touching led to nakedness. We were so concentrated that I just took of my panties and thought "This is it". He was surprised by my decision, but didn't think twice and started entering me slowly. I'm sure I've never experienced such a strange and overwhelming feeling, and it felt great until I got nervous about the timing (menstruation had passed two weeks ago, and we didn't have a condomn).

I'm not sure if my nervousness was a factor or not but I didn't got to get an orgasm, and even if we have had lots of sexual experiences I have never had one. I don't know if it's because of the guilt factor, something that happened in the past but I can't remembrer, or I was just born anorgasmic. A couple of days ago he came to my house and we had sex for hours, it was fantasting. In the end I was too tired so I asked him if we could just take a bath and relax, and we did. We took some photos and fooled around, I felt so happy, but even then I couldn't reach the orgasm. It's not a big deal, but I'm starting to feel frustrated, and I don't want him to feel incapable or something. Is there anything I can do about it? Please give me some advice, I really want to get rid of this problem.