Kind of hard to answer, since I lost my virginity over the course of 8 years. If we’re talking full-on coitus, then it was in my first apartment.
Boring, but there is a story behind it.
My roommate and I shared a bedroom. Every now and then his girlfriend would come up for the weekend. I’d always stay in our friend Mark’s dorm room for those weekends. That started in September, when we moved in together. By mid-summer I never saw him again. He was still paying rent, but was effectively living in another state. He show up once in a blue moon and stay maybe one night.
Anyway, one day that summer I met this girl. She agreed to come over that night for some hot monkey sex. I pulled the mattress off of my bed and put it on the floor of the living room, by the soft glow of the stereo. We were going at it when suddenly my roommate tried to get in. He couldn’t as I had the chain on the door. All he said was “I’m going to stay with Mark tonight”, and left.
That was all good, except when he got to Mark’s he complained all night. “tdn is ALWAYS doing this to me! It’s like I can’t even sleep in my own apartment anymore!” He was truly pissed.
Actually, I was 13 when I had my first genital fondling experience. First BJ at 14, a few more experiences in the next few years, first full on naked experience at 18, and first penetration at 21. That was maybe 6 or 8 girls.
It was a very spiritual experience: cold as hell, both parties completely inexperienced, worried about being caught in the act but caught up in the moment. I wish I had it to do all over again.
Drunk, in my bedroom, with my brother in the living room. (Hope he didn’t hear anything.) On a mattress as I couldn’t afford a bed then (grad student days).
When we stumbled into the apartment the guy insisted on introducing himself to my brother before we wandered off to my bedroom. I still don’t know why he did this. Talk about awkward. “Hello, nice to meet you. Excuse me while I go fuck your sister.”
In my boyfriend’s bed in the room he rents in an amazing house with views of Budd Inlet and Mount Rainier, about a week after our first date and a few days after the second. I was 21, he was 25. He didn’t expect to get in my pants so soon (he knew I was a virgin, and said “I thought I’d at least need to take you out for a fancy dinner first”), but between him being a great guy and the fact that he had met Edgar Wright and Nick Frost at the Hot Fuzz world premiere*, he really seemed like the right guy for me.
Luckily, he totally is- we’ve been together almost 9 months now and are ridiculously happy.
*Hot Fuzz is my favorite movie ever, and I like meeting famous people or meeting people who have met famous people. It’s one of my hobbies.
