Speaking of AIDS, I would recommend the OP to get an HIV test in three months. Not to be alarmist at all-- there’s a 99.9% chance you’re fine-- but you have to be careful about unprotected sex with people who have little emotional investment in you. Not trying to be preachy here anyhow, but these public health things are important.
Yeah, I know. I will. Thanks for your concern, and I don’t think you’re being preachy. I was pretty scared at first, and got tested for everything right away, but I’ll do it again in a few months.
My first time was with my girlfriend of 6 months.
We have been married now for 15 years.
At age 18, to my first real girlfriend. We were off and on and later got married and divorced.
He was my first boyfriend. I was 15, he was 16. We’d been dating for about 4 months. We talked about it for a long time before doing it and did a lot of planning involving location and birth control. I lost my virginity in my own bed.
We said we loved each other, and I think he did, but I didn’t really. I knew he wasn’t The One. He wasn’t smart enough for me. But I was happy to have a boyfriend and really really thinking I’m great always goes over well with me. He was thoughtful, generous, kind, affectionate. I’m sure he’s made someone a wonderful husband.
Our breakup was painless (for me at least) because his parents moved his family to Germany at the end of the school year.
It was a good introduction to sex, but I still kind of wish I’d waited for my husband (not for marriage, it took us six years to get married). It’d just be more romantic that way, but at the time I regarded virginity as something to get rid of ASAP. I wouldn’t’ve had to wait too long, I met my husband when I was 18, and I pretty much knew he was The One at “Hello.”
I was eighteen, a first semester freshman. He was a couple years older and we were on the same recreational sports team, so we’d exchanged hellos but not much beyond that. He invited me over for a movie, got me drunk and raped me. I was very naive at the time and had never been kissed up until that night.
A couple years and several partners down the road, I pity the girl it happened to but almost feel disassociated from her.
Difficulty in telling whether someone might be interested in me, disbelief that I might actually be attractive… the usual reasons. And when we did hook up, it was her idea, basically.
Well, pretty close. After all, my dick was inside her.
She’s upstairs.
Regards,
Shodan
Very. We’d been dating for ages (seriously, like 3-4 years. This was high school, though, so timetables then seemed longer). I was 18 (I think); he’d have been 16 or 17.
We’ve been married now for almost nine years.
It depends on what you mean by the loss of virginity. For me, it was a gradual process over the span of 8 years and counts on fingers 7 girls? 8 girls? 9 girls? I wasn’t in love with any one of them, and mostly regarded them as opportunities rather than prospects.
One exception was Pam. Egads, that girl was hot and showed me a lot of new stuff. I could have fallen for her hard, but the fact that she was cheating on her live-in boyfriend to be with me took the possibility out of my mind.
Very, he was my first serious boyfriend, and we were in love. We’d been together about 4 months when we did it (we were both virgins), and were together for about another 6 months after that.
I went away to college - he was a year younger than me, and we sort of drifted apart as our lives went in different directions. I don’t regret it.
I was seventeen, he was eighteen.
His cousin dated my best friend for a year or so. Sometimes, Cousin would bring Jerry along and best friend would bring me along, then they’d go off and leave us to entertain each other. This didn’t happen too often, as we all lived in different cities (met during summer vacation).
Jerry wasn’t all that interested in me, but he was a good sport. I loved him with all my heart and soul. We’d mess around.
One day, he called up to say he’d be leaving the next day for Air Force boot camp and did I want to hang out for a while? I knew I’d never see him again, and that The Big Day had come at last.
If I put together all the moments we’d spent together since we’d met, it might have been…two days?
He was my first “serious” boyfriend and My First Love … when we were 15. Then he got sent to Texas to live with his uncle, and we broke up. I didn’t date much the next couple of years, and the summer when we were both 17 he came back for a visit. I decided it was time to lose my virginity, so we did the deed once, and never again. He’s a Facebook friend, and we chat online every now and then.
She was my college gf. We’d been together for a little over a year (and known each other for almost two) before we had sex. If it had been up to me, it would have been a whole lot sooner. I was completely in love with her, and she with me, but she was a very guarded person. It didn’t last.
I saw her last year for the first time in 35 years. She’s been happily married for longer than I have, and is still a lovely person, but I’m glad I ended up with someone else.
Lost it at age 17 to a girlfriend in high school. We both hoped it would be forever, but in the back of our minds we both know it was going nowhere.
Six months after “the deed,” we both hated each other and were thrilled to break up.
I have no idea where she is today. She could be hundreds of miles away, or just down the street.
- I don’t remember her name and I doubt she would remember mind either. We were together just a couple of days in total. I do remember that it was at her house on her parents bed though.
I too was thirteen and I did it on a dare in the bushes behind a church with a new boy at school. It probably lasted all of five minutes from first kiss to finish.
The next day the boy pretended he didn’t know me.
Oh shit, that hurt to read. How did you deal with it, Rushgeekgirl?
I married mine. 
Still married, too.