Gross! He’s dead!
(Though I’m wondering about his wee sleekit cowerin’ tim’rous beastie.)
Yeesh, I hope she bought your entire shipment.
With a ridiculous lot of effort.
I tried to drop it someplace by years, but kept running into guys who either
a) refused to wear a rubber, or
b) took the fast road out of Frisco when told “go slow please”. I’m still trying to figure out whether they thought I’d be wanting a white veil next or didn’t think they wouldn’t be able to get it right or were squicked out by the idea of blood. Probably a combination of “all of the above.”
Then I finally went on a date with a guy who did wear a condom and said “really?” and then “oh, ok”. I would have appreciated it if he’d backpedaled and used his hand at that point when I really wanted him to, but heck, at least I finally got rid of the damn hymen, sheesh…
Age 16 with a young man somewhat older than myself; we went on to become fast friends. It was soon after the Montreal ice storm and I was out buying Magic cards. I ran into this fellow, whom I’d recently met, and who was out buying a toilet plunger. (No joke.) We went back to his place, one thing led to another, and I was late for my first linear algebra class.
In a bus shelter,standing up, in the freezing cold.
For all of 7.4 secs I was in heaven
I didn’t lose it, I know exactly where it went! Umm…can I have it back now, please?
dnooman writes:
I’d like to know where they have an aquarium that you can go walking hand in dick with someone.
Were the underclassmen still running interference at this point?
This really isn’t meant tro be snarky – I just can’t visuualize what’s going on. Did she have her hand stuffed down your pants, or what?
Tough situation, by the way. Psycho Dad with a Gun is not conducive to The Mood.
Quick answer: Over the course of 8 years.
Longer answer:
First genital feelup at age 13 with a girl I met at a youth center.
First blowjob with my sister’s friend when my parents were away for the weekend, age 14.
Various activities over the next few years.
First cunniligus and unsuccessful fuck at 18, with a young saleswoman cheating on her boyfriend.
First fuck complete with orgasm at 21, with a girl I met by placing an ad for a singer in my band. She couldn’t sing, but boy could she hum.
With Col. Mustard, in the library, with a candlestick
I don’t remember where or when I lost it. Perhaps it’s down inside the couch.
Not sure what qualifies, but the first potential one occurred in the summer when I was 17. I was driving in my family’s station wagon one night with two friends, in Atlantic City. We were driving down a side road and the car in front of us stopped and a girl got out and she ran to the front door of her house as the car pulled away. I pulled up and my friend in the front passenger seat called out to her to come to the window. To our amazement, she did. Then after a couple minutes of talking he asked her to get in while we “drove around”. She did that too, sitting on his lap.
About 15 minutes later they were making out and she was giving him a hand job. After his happy ending, he suggested we all switch places and she should take care of me. She and I went into the back seat and she pulled off her shorts and pulled me down on top. We had sex but neither of us came, and my friend who had gotten the hand job was driving and getting nervous (oh, sure. you get your rocks off but when it’s my turn, you start freaking out. great.) so we stopped, I sat in the front passenger seat, and the third guy sat in back. She blew him to completion while we sat in an empty parking lot, she opened the door to spit it out, and then asked us to drive her home, which we did.
She wasn’t a pro, just very accommodating. We never got her name.
A year later I finally did it right- with my college roommate’s girlfriend while he was out, she wasn’t a virgin but I told her I was rather than recount the whole sordid tale (maybe technically I still was), and I saw fireworks.
Hence the guilt.
Well, I tried to find the thread where I posted about losing my virginity, but it seems to be one of those unfindable-by-search threads. I know from dates that it would’ve just missed the Winter of our Missed Content, so I’m not terribly surprised.
To sum up–a little over five years ago, age 18. Long distance boyfriend who was a bit younger than me. His parents, pathological gamblers, left at around midnight to go to the casino. The two of us, horny teenagers, took advantage of the situation.
He didn’t know how to use the condom correctly, and it broke. The possibility of douching with bleach was seriously discussed (I was freaked out and desperate), but eventually declined. We then decided that, well, the cat was out of the bag, and proceeded to have sex another three times in the next 24 hours. Some of this sex was done while his parents were in the house.
There were, of course, desperate IMs sent to friends, and a thread posted on the SDMB (because I didn’t have Livejournal at the time, and tended to use the boards as such). I got the morning after pill within 48 hours, worried for a week, and ended up not-pregnant. I then started Depo-Provera.
Funny side note; we were both virgins with limited exposure to detailed porn. It took us half an hour to figure out HOW to have sex. The exasperated phrase “how the hell did our parents DO this” was uttered at one point. The breakup was ugly-bad, and a few months later, but I don’t regret it.
In bed, after our wedding, at a very fancy hotel, with my husband.
It was fun.
In the back of my parents’ van in the circle drive of my old elementary school, to a free-thinking young lady who probably deflowered half of the town’s male population, God bless’er.
Do I know you?? I have a friend who “lost” his virginity under very very similar circumstances. He found a girl at a bar that was impressed by his motorcycle, took her back to his place and did the deed three times in about twelve hours. He took her home in the morning and never saw her again. She called herself “Sapphire”, so we’re pretty sure that wasn’t her real name. If this IS you, call me back you bastard! Spencer’s birthday party is on Sunday, and you haven’t RSVPd.
I was 17, and so was he. We had dated before he moved to Texas, and I figured that 17 was a good age to have sex for the first time. He was in town for a visit and he stayed the night with me at my mom’s house. (She didn’t care). It wasn’t terribly pleasant or unpleasant - it just happened. I mean, we knew that’s what we were going to do at Mom’s house, but I wasn’t whelmed by it.
By odd coincidence, mine involved Major Frank Burns, some hooch from The Swamp, an operating gurney and a liberal sprinkling of sulpha. 
I lost it on New Year’s Eve 1978. In my bedroom, with my first g.f. Both first timers, both took our time, learned what we liked, how to do things, we’d been having oral sex for months and decided if were alone on NYE, would do it. Emotionally rough, I knew it was hurting her but she was insistent we do it. Didn’t finish, too much going on in my head to enjoy it.
Cartooniverse
I couldn’t put it any better than this
With my boyfriend at 16.
We had been dating for about eight months. We were each other’s first everything: relationship, kiss, blowjob, etc.
I wanted it. WANTED it. But he was under the impression that he had to take it slow.
He finally got the hint when I answered the door completely naked one afternoon.
Hehe, nope, not me as I don’t have a motorcycle. I plan on buying one in time for next spring. I wasn’t aware that a woman could be sufficiently impressed by a motorcycle though, I’ll have to keep that in mind.