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. . . .
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.
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.
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.