Flatmate of a good friend. It was about the third time we had met. There had been low-level sparks which finally ignited upon addition of copious amounts of alcohol. We spent the evening dancing like goons and laughing our arses off, before collapsing into a couch for a heartfelt discussion about the meaning of life (as you do when you’re drunk) and a good snog (as you do when you’re sitting on a couch having a heartfelt discussion about the meaning of life). So then it was back to his place for the time of my life. Yee-haw! A long, long night of raucous debauchery before collapsing exhausted into sleep in each others’ arms as the sun came up.
We’re still friends. It was a great experience. (And about bloody time!)
First off - this is not BornDodgy writing. It is a random girl who uses her computer… uhm… a friend of hers… my name is… uhm… thinks ehm… my name is Jane.
Back to summer 2000:
I spent two weeks in England with my English class - and the son of my host parents was pretty cute. We were good friends, but not more until the evening before I left
(No sex yet you dirty bastards! What ya thinking of me? After all I am not dodgy… I am… ehm… Jane)
Anyways - when school holidays started I went to Amsterdam for two weeks, and after that back to England.
Same evening we met again I “seduced him” in his bedroom.
jean… ehm… jane
Summer of '95, I was 22. A neighbor who let me use her computer and who I helped move once had just had her divorce papers finalized. There had never been any flirtation, nor had I really thought about having sex with her, probably because she was 14 years older than me (though quite attractive). Me and a friend went by there because I wanted to show him this online game I had been playing on her computer (one of those primitive text-based ones that could be found on bulletin boards). She was obviously drunk when we showed up, kept giving us tiny bottles of wine and coming on to both of us so hard it was funny. Before I knew it, she had lured me off to her bedroom, and to the sounds of Enya from her bedside CD player I lost my virginity. My friend kept poking his head in the door and watching, she’d say ‘He’s watching again’ and I’d yell at him to go away.
It was the longest I have ever lasted, sexually, over 3 hours and I never came (through later experiences I have learned it’s very difficult for me to come when wearing a condom). Told her I was a virgin after the act, and she was pretty surprised.
Next time I went by her apartment it was like it had never happened. She later moved to Houston and married some guy from China who needed a green card.
We were both fourteen year old virgins. So we both lost our virginity at the same time and in the same place: the back seat of a 1950 Plymouth, parked in the back row of the South Loop drive-in theater, Dallas, Texas, on December 20,1954. A classic 1950s rite of passage.
Visions of ‘American Pie’ floating through my head…Did you use a flute?
Mine was lost at a huge high school party with a punk-er girl (she had TWO mohawks! ). She came with a sporto and decided to ditch him that night. As we were going up the stairs to the bedroom (climbing over people- it was a packed party) this guy yells out at the top of his lungs “Get Fucked!” To which I replied “She Will!” Immediately the whole place starts laughing and he storms out in a huff. I turned back to the girl and she said “Promises, promises.” and led me stumbling into the room.
As cool and tough as I had made it look, I was a scared little puppy. We didn’t have any condoms, so I pulled out and came on her stomach (Twice!). Afterwards I drove her home (funny that, a punker chick who fucked like a pro and looked like the singer from Bow-wow-wow had an 11pm curfew that she stuck to religiously) and then returned to the party. I freaked. I smoked 2 packs of Camel filterless and sat up until 7am worrying whether or not I got her pregnant. I didn’t.
The next weekend she slept with my friend while I was in the same room. Ahh, young punks in love.
My first “real” boyfriend. I was 17. He was 14. (Shaddup.) We had been going out for a while…we were both virgins, but we were both adventurous, read a lot, and had done pretty much everything except actual penetration. We were going to wait for a night when his mom was out of the house, but I went to drop him off after school one day and came in with him and…well, duh. After which I had to hop up and run home because the Christmas concert was that night.
I had NO idea whether we’d still even be able to look at each other…and we were in different bands, so I couldn’t have a second to talk to him and make sure we were still cool. So, for the stupid generic Christmas carol part of the concert, the two band combined…I was sitting over in the middle of the stage with my bari sax, he was over on the side with the other percussionists. I had a long rest, so I glanced over nervously. He caught my eye…and we both started silently laughing our asses off.
It was all good. Never regretted it, not even when he started fucking one of my best friends on the side (whole nuther story, might post it to the “evil Jennys” thread).
Oh, and I climaxed my first time, so neener neener.
(and I think this post LOCKS my geek credentials forever and ever.)
Nothing much spectacular over here, just met this girl at a party and took her home, pretty typical.
The interesting part is that I had never even kissed a girl before, so the first girl I kissed was also the first girl I slept with, and all within the space of a couple of hours.
I’m not American so I don’t know the baseball analogy very well, but isn’t that sort of like a homerun, as opposed to starting at first base and moving on?
With my girlfriend, in the back seat of an '89 Dodge Colt, parked on a hill in a cemetery, overlooking a small town. We went to McDonalds and saw a movie afterwards. It was an interesting night.
It wasn’t too long ago so I can easily remember it - in my boy’s waterbed. At 24, I realized that I wasn’t going to get married any time soon and that I really did want to have sex someday. Naturally the boy had much more experience than me so it wasn’t too bad.
I think I may just start the night before and into the next day if you don’t mind…
Ok, so I was working at this outdoor event that had a bunch of different performance areas in between a lot of displays and booths. The evening before, a bunch of us go out for dinner and the guy sits next to me, making obvious [to me at least] attempts to turn me on under the table. His friend offers to take me home in his truck, and a bunch of guys including guy #1 are all in the back while I sit up in the cab giving him directions. Guy #2 asks for sexual favors, to which I reply, “maybe later, not tonight.” Then they sit and talk inside my house for a good half hour, all the while my mother gets increasingly pissed off.
<skip to the next morning>
I needed to go run an errand, so guy #1 follows along and we end up fooling around behind the portable toilet area first, then realize it’s a better idea to just go inside the handicapped sized one. His performance was horrible and only succeeded in me seeking out his friend for a better experience later that day.
On my 27th birthday. It was all right, not great (yeah, you’re saying, what did I have to compare it to? ). Memorable to me for being the only night my boyfriend and I had sex three times.
Palandine, who’s in the middle of a long dry spell
After reading these posts, I think I was the latest bloomer of them all. (No doubt this was mainly due to the fact I was socially handicapped).
ANYWAY: A month after turning 30, his place, his bedroom – he was the first guy who’d ever indicated he wanted to go to bed with me, so like Jadis, you can say I gave it away. It hurt like hell, I bled like a stuck pig (took three-four days for the bleeding to stop) and we stayed together for just over a year. (No, it was never good with him.)
I hope the Hallmark card people are ready to notes about this story of romance(and uncertainty).
Went to a college dorm party when I was 14. Got drunk off my ass and have no memory after about 10:30. Next thing I remember is having an urgent need to throw up. So I pushed the half-nekid redhead off of me pulled up my pants and ran down the hall to give an offering to the porceline god. About 10 minutes later when I was somewhat composed again. My mind reviewed the facts about rolling the chick off and pulling up the pants. I had no idea who she was, no idea which room I had run out of, kind of surprised to find out that I was in a girl’s only dorm at 14. There seemed to be um ‘evidence’ of some kind of event, but I’ll never know if or what really happened. It’s not a big deal because I became familiar with waking up in the same circumstances often so whenever it did happen for the first time, I have no idea what her name was. :(.
Mine was in a pretty typical high school manner. It was three days after I turned 17, with my boyfriend of over a year at that time. The teenage hormones had been in high gear for many many months, and the Catholic in me at the time kept holding out, but the other side gave in. My parents both worked, so he came over in the afternoon. I answered the door in my most skintight dress, gold chain-link belt, black high heels, waist-length blonde hair teased up '80s style (boy did I know how to seduce 'em in those days or what!). We did it in my bed, it was nothing great, kind of passionless, just more or less to get it over with. Afterwards we went to Jerry’s Subs and Pizza for lunch, then we both went to work. Two years later, it still wasn’t any better than the first time and surprise, surprise we broke up.
I was 21, I had flown to New York to meet a girl that I had grown to know online over the past six months. I had told her that I always woken early, even though I didn’t get up until nine or so, so she decided to test me. She knocked on the door to the guest room and was surprised when I answered. She then came in and snuggled with me as we talked, She outside the covers in her robe, me under the covers in underwear. One thing led to another and well, we stayed together four years before we broke up five-six years ago.
in his bedroom.
