Front seat of a 78 Chevy, parked on some nameless country road.
I already talked about this in the thread about exotic locations, but it was on the side porch of a church. They had this Friday night recreation thing in the gym, supposed to keep us kids out of trouble. Between my friend and I leaving to smoke weed and all the sex that went on in the bushes outside I think they failed their mission.
Hillhead Halls of Residence, Aberdeen University.
During a toga party.
I already responded yesterday, but this is the house where my roommates & I were living when I had my first intercourse.
Back seat of a fifty-five Chevy on a moonlit Friday night out behind the corncrib. Do-wop on the radio. That’s about as good as it gets, Suzie Q.
And it wasn’t a mistake - I’m still married to that sweet, corn-fed farm boy forty-three years later.
And I’m still wondering who did write the Book of Love?
Edit: It occurs the old folks at home were right after all.
“Give them kids cars and they’ll all be. . .”
Who knew?
Ooh! One of the good things about my asshole ex-fling – I got a good story out of it.
My first time was in a love hotelin Japan. A cheap Ikebukuro love hotel, to be exact. I should have known he didn’t even like me that much when he declared that the first one we went to was too expensive. :D:smack::o Sadly, it wasn’t a particularly fancy or excitingly decorated love hotel, but still…
Even though I was dumped after that (still very bitter!) I have to admit, it was very very good. Better than a lot of people’s first time, from what I understand, so I guess I’m grateful for that in a weird way.
During a church youth retreat. At the home of friends of my parents. On the floor of their kids room. (no, their kids were not there)
In a house near my college campus which has since been demolished for a parking lot. However, there was a very old, majestic tree just outside my window, and they left the tree there when they leveled everything else. I’m going to see if I can get it designated as an historic landmark.
A little cramped for my first as well. The back seat of a 1974 AMC Gremlin, parked behind the shop building at my high school. Fortunately she was on the petite side so I guess it could have been worse 
In a closet at a friend’s house. It was a good-sized closet and he had blankets and pillows in there. LOL
In a public bathroom of a local park, during faire season.
Girlfriend’s bedroom. Age 17 (both of us), early March, 1968. Wednesday afternoon, 2:30. Both of her parents were at work. It was great for both of us and I’ve never forgotten it.
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In my boyfriend’s bedroom, on his bed. Boring, I know.
Ditto. I Google street-viewed the house, but the trees and bushes have gotten so overgrown, you can’t see anything.
Christmas Eve, 1954: Back seat of a 1950 Plymouth; South Loop Drive-In Movie, Dallas, Texas
Louis, you make it sound downright holy. Heh.
My bedroom floor. Not on the bed because parents and siblings were asleep in adjacent rooms.
Back seat of his car, in the parking lot of a Muvico 20 theater.
Staff Bedroom of the Hotel I was working at the time with a waitress, while some other dude was doing his girlfriend 2 beds away.
In a recliner in my parents living whilr I was heavily medicated.(I had injured myself kind of badly at work and was on meds.)