I was 18 and driving with my boyfriend from Los Angeles to a small town in northern Arizona where he was going to be a counselor at a summer camp. We stopped for the night at this hideous motel somewhere near the border. We had to request a couple of room changes before they finally gave us one with sheets on the bed. We had spent the night together many times before, but had never ‘gone all the way.’ That night we went to our room, messed around a bit, then fell asleep. I woke up a couple of hours later and jumped him. He was quite surprised.
16 years old. Guy I was dating casually. Guy’s friend having a party. I went home for curfew and then snuck out again. Said friend’s parent’s bed. White comforter. White blanket. White sheets. White matress pad. No pain. Lots of blood.
Actually, Shirley Ujest may know the guy as they went to the same HS, though he was probably 2 years younger than her.
Caircair said
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…
Only 30?! Hah!
You’re not even cloe to the oldest virgin.
On top of my bathtub; I was 16 she was 15. Very sexual! 
I’ve been an addict ever since. 
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Sue, what’d you do with the bed spread? Say it was Kool-Aid or something? shrugs
Laundry, lots of bleach.
Trust me, the thing you do NOT want to be doing after losing your virginity is laundry.
It went around the school like wildfire. :sigh:
So how did you late-bloomers handle it? Personally I haven’t had any interest in losing my virginity to any particular person in about four years, and losing it just to lose it isn’t for me, but I worry that I’m falling significantly behind the curve, (21) and if I ever do meet “someone special” there’ll be too much embarrassment and performance anxiety for me to bother. So what’d you all do? Fake experience? Find someone understanding? I imagine sex is probably as overrated as everything else that people like, but you never know.
Summer of 1989… I was 18, he was 14. He told me that I was the most attractive man he had ever seen. When I met him, I thought he was 16.
It wasn’t until right before we were going to have sex that I found out. The hormone and dick gods were very generous to that boy. It was great sex, and I dated him for six months, up until the point that he grew too verbally abusive and I dumped him.
The funniest thing was his parents ‘knew’ and had no problem with me sleeping over.
That’s fucked up. I don’t care WHAT he said or what his parents thought…you were an adult and he was a child.
You are DAMN lucky you didn’t go to jail.
I lost mine to a hooker, and I was pretty old to be losing it. Damned religious sensibilities. I finally figured it was about time, and since I didn’t then have a girlfriend to do the deed (my last serious one had dumped me because I wouldn’t have sex with her) I had to pay someone to do it. Not too romantic, but definitely memorable. And probably more pleasurable than a lot of other peoples’ first times.
Sue:
Thanks for being judgemental. Thanks for also reinforcing that I thought I shouldn’t have shared.
Hamadrayad was 17 with a 14 year old boyfriend, and xploder was 13 with a 17 year old.
Who the hell do you think you are to pass judgement on me?
His parents knew, I didn’t pursue him, and I treated him with complete respect. Is it that he was 14 and I was 18, or is it the fact that it wasn’t heterosexual sex?
Back off and get a life, lady. You’ve made no bones in the Pit about not liking me… don’t come off as a bigoted jerk on top of it.
By the way, Sue. Beyond legality, there is little difference between being seventeen and eighteen.
You want to claim that there is a catastrophic difference, be my guest. It won’t hold water. As you didn’t criticize seventeen year olds who had sex with thirteen and fourteen year olds, this makes you a hypocrite. If it was so bad for me to be with a fourteen year old(who was mature mentally as well as physically), it was equally as bad for the others to do it.
But of course, it wasn’t a bad thing. It was consentual love making, which I am sure you won’t see.
Space Vampire said (quote):
So how did you late-bloomers handle it? Personally I haven’t had any interest in losing my virginity to any particular person in about four years, and losing it just to lose it isn’t for me, but I worry that I’m falling significantly behind the curve, (21) and if I ever do meet “someone special” there’ll be too much embarrassment and performance anxiety for me to bother. So what’d you all do? Fake experience? Find someone understanding? I imagine sex is probably as overrated as everything else that people like, but you never know.
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To quote from Woody Allen’s “Love and Death”:
She: You’re a fantastic lover!
He: I practice a lot when I’m alone.
I read a LOT (and imagined a lot) and I was very pleased to find that she didn’t know I was a virgin. But you’re right about anxiety. My anxiety didn’t go away until long, long after. I know that for me (and I suspect for most people) being comfortable and at ease with sex is something learned, not automatic. This is where having a sympatheic and supportive partner helps a lot.
1981 - both of us 17. We planned it for weeks in advance. Her parents were at a reception at the White House so we knew that they’d be gone 'til very late in the evening. We fixed a nice dinner, shared a little wine, danced a little to some very soft music, took a steam (her parents were loaded - how I miss that house), went to bed. One thing led to another. I wonder where you are now, Kelly?
As an aside, I have to say that drunkeness has figured pretty heavily in lots of the posts in this thread. That’s unfortunate - mine was a mellow, tender, deeply satisfying experience.
Little trick I leared from a Sherrifs deputy. Hydrogen Peroxide will take blood out of just about anything. You just pour it on, let it foam up, and rinse it off with water. No soaking or anything.
Me personally, I never made any secret of the fact. To anyone. I have never been big on having secrets. In my case, I actually said to the girl, “can you tell I don’t know what I’m doing?”. She just laughed and took control from there on.
My self confidents is pretty low usually, but strange enough it wasnt when it came to asking my (not at that point) boyfriend if he d like to have sex with me…
I didnt really know how to put it so I just saied something like “I just thought about that song - “Do you wanna go to bed with me?”…well… do you?” when I had saied it I really wanted to hit myself for such a stupid sentence.
Anyways - he just saied that was up to me - then we searched for a condom and after “I have never done this before” “Me not either” things got much easier.
I cant imagine you d have problems with somebody you really like very much. But maybe that s just me and you are like some of my friends, who seem to have been pretty comfy “losing it” to the random stranger they met at a party.
I had a point… but I dont remember what it was…
Gotta go… I have a ticket for “Tiger and Dragon”…
if I remember what I was talking about I ll write what the point of my ramblings was…
Damn…
I am gonna post this anyways…
dodgy
Ummmm…no. It is one of the most wonderful things on earth- just a tad bit more intense when true emotions are involved. I highly recommend it! 
-Tcat, off to the pit to post to your silly pot post…
I was 18. MY BF had moved from where we grew up/met/hooked up after I had spent one semester at this college. A few months after he showed up, one night in his dorm room, we went for it. I was always one of the stubborn wait-until-marriage types. However, I have no regrest for who it was with or how it was…we went on to have an incredible sexual life inside our relationship and maintained a wonderful frinedship afterwards. Unfortunately, that has waned due to my current SO’s leanings towards paranoid jealousy.
My stance has now adjusted to wait-until-marriage-or-until-you-are-in-a-marriageable-relationship-even-if-it-ultimately-does-not-work-out.
I have never said anything about not liking you, in the pit nor elsewhere.
Quite simply, you were an adult and he was a minor, you could have gone to jail, regardless of sexual orientation, who’s virginity it was or how much his parents approved.
And FWIW, I think any 17 yo that wants to have sex with a 13yo is a little demented, but at least they’re both minors.
That’s my opinion, right here in IMHO.