So a cosmic being appears before you the moment you first think you’d like to lose your virginity. In a pocket reality outside of space and time, any celebrity you choose will appear before you and magically desire you. It can be any celebrity living or dead from any point (18 or older) in their lives. When the deed is done, you’ll zap back into your reality without risk of STDs or pregnancy, just because this cosmic being is a cool guy. The celebrity you screwed in that pocket reality will cease to exist as they were just a momentary clone plucked from time and programmed to desire you.
You can choose more than one if you’d like, but then the cosmic being gets to watch. Them’s the breaks.
I think I’d go with Julia Ormond circa 1995. Beautiful, obviously, but she seems like she’d be pleasant about the whole thing and not at all intimidating. Which would really be what I was looking for ideally. I wouldn’t want to bite off more than I could chew in regards to kinks and that sort of thing. If I recall correctly, I think I would have been more than ready by the time I was 15. Elizabeth Taylor circa 1957 was a very close runner up, but I just couldn’t bear to have the cosmic being watching us from a folding chair in the corner.
I’d want to know who was a considerate, kind, and gentle lover first!
Or maybe one of the actors I find hot these days. I don’t know that I’d want someone from the distant past unless I knew they were ok with a passionate woman who wasn’t afraid of her feelings.
The American Beauty guy. You know, the game master with the funky beard from Hunger Games. He’d be a considerate lover, methinks. Plus I looooove black hair and blue eyes together.
Ahh, 1978, the year I lost my innocence to an older woman. She was 17 and babysitting down the street, and gave me a call. It was lovely and all, but if I were to pick perfection from that era, I’d go with either Debra Jo Fondren or Roberta Vasquez, both Playboy playmates from the olden days. You can Google their images for a clearer understanding of their assets, but perhaps not at work.
Not surprisingly, my high school GF was almost a clone of RV, and I married a cute young blonde with hair down to her knees like DJF.
Then again, what young man of the '70s could forget the adorable Farah Fawcett? I’d like to think she would have been kind and gentle with me. In fact, I’ll go think about it right now!