Feel Good Friday: WHERE Was Your First Time?

Hey Everyone!

I’ve participated in several threads that asked how old you were when you lost your virginity - but today I’d just like to hear about where. It could be the town or the room - and you don’t have to give us all the details, if you don’t feel like it. In fact, I think it could be funny if it was just the “where” and nothing else - we could always beg for more details if necessary!
Here’s mine:

The scratchy red rug in my mom’s den/family room. So add rug burn to all the other next day soreness. . . .

Dorm room of a karate buddy of mine who just happened to proposition me to be a FWB after an impromptu sparring match.

A hotel room on Clearwater Beach.

In the upstairs bathroom of some guy’s house I didn’t know, after I’d gone to a party which I hadn’t been invited to, after I’d had too many gin and tonics I shouldn’t have had, with a Norwegian au pair I shouldn’t have met in the first place.

In the bedroom I grew up in.
I wasn’t living there by then.
It is a long story…

These are awesome!

At his friend’s empty house. Which friend? I don’t know. Thanks dude!

On a couch in a friend’s attic during a party.

Dorm room right before leaving for Thanksgiving break my freshman year.

Dorm room. Seems to be a popular choice.

Bedroom at home, parents were home too.

Kitchen floor and living room; her parents house.

In the upstairs attic/loft of his sister’s house, where extra living-room furniture was (conveniently) stored.

My room in a Colorado farmhouse we were renting…wait for it…during college. It was after a Grateful Dead concert at Red Rocks. She was a friend of my roommate at the school I transferred from and we hit it off. Briefly.

Assuming by ‘‘virginity’’ we mean PiV sex…

A luxury suite hotel room.

Bedroom at home – parents were out, D&D buddies were upstairs amazed that there was actually action going on.

The North Carolina bedroom of a guy I’d met online, who I had met in person just hours before. I had come down from Ohio to hang out with some of my friends in NC and, oh yeah, hook up with dude. I was eager to get back to his house because it was hot outside and he had A/C. I’m a cool air slut.

In the little rented room I had when going to art school.

Mel?!

Ha! No. Wrong side of the pond.