I’ll check in just for the sake of adding to the collection.
I was 16 and she was my first serious girlfriend. We had been dating about 7 months, depending on how you count. We got out of school and went back to my house. While we had done a great deal of exploring /having fun up to that time, that afternoon (before my parents got home from work) was the first time we went all the way.
What I remember most clearly was a near-paralyzing fear afterward that she would think I was interested only in the sex, and not her. I must have told her that I loved her twenty times between the end of the deed and the time she left my house.
A little less than seven years later, we got married. We’re still together after five and half years of marriage.
And yes, she’s the only one I have ever been with.
ah, i remember like it was yesterday…in my room, bottle of hand lotion on the nightstand…oh, you mean with a partner? oh, yeah, best ten seconds of my life.
I lost my virginity to my (now) husband. We had been dating for 4 weeks. It was in my apartment’s room. We were both 18. The funny thing is, I saved it for many years (I hear the groaning of my ex-boyfriends) for no apparant reason. I just didn’t want to have sex with the others. Then with my husband, it wasn’t even an issue. It was nice and intimate. He was scared out of his mind. We had sex 4 more times that week, to his suprise. And it went from there. And my mother wonders why I failed out of college???
Ski cabin, roaring fire, down comforter, around 8 in the morning after sleeping together all night. Very nice.
Then I became a born-again virgin during my 20 year marriage
but thankfully I found myself a MAN (horn-doggish behavior at age 44 - imagine that!) and all I can say is Yee-haw!
I was 19 (yes I was a slow starter), and had just returned from my first ski-holiday. A couple of guys that we had teamed up with there invited myself and a couple of friends to a party in North London. When we met they told us that they didn’t really know the person throwing the party, but it should be swinging. Shortly after we entered, I got chatting to the girl who had let us in. I assumed that she was the host (turned out that nobody new her) and it was polite to keep a conversation going with her .I had noticed that she had also chatted to every bloke that had entered, further adding to my delusion that she was running the do.
After 30 minutes of conversation, I told her that I had driven down, and she asked to see my car (a bit strange as it was a beaten up Cortina, but I was naïve). Once in the car, things happened faster than an innocent lad could comprehend, and my cherry was rather hastily plucked.
I remember after the event, the girl said to me that I must be ‘mad for it’, as most blokes wouldn’t have gone the whole hog considering the current state of her menstruation. I dared not tell her that having been informed by more experienced friends that during sex women get a bit moist down there, that I had thought this is what they had meant. But that maybe TMI
In my own bed, a couple of days after my 19th birthday. My girlfriend had been teasing me progressively more agressively for a couple of days, and I called her bluff one afternoon when I was supposed to be studying for a major test. It was fun, but kinda anxious as well: Two of my younger sisters were home, and had been spending a lot of time spying on us. We got away with it (I asked them a couple of years later).
I was 22, she was 19. After going out on a semi-date (we were still in the ‘just friends’ stage at that point, and I didn’t know she had recently dumped her boyfriend), we went back to my dorm room and started talking. After a little while, she stretched out on my bed for a few minutes, then reached her arms out to me. I looked at her and said “do you need help getting up?”:rolleyes: (My cluelessness was a big part of the reason I was still a virgin). She answered “you’re cute,” then grabbed me by my shirt collar and pulled me down on top of her. We both lost our virginities that night.
We broke up a little while later, but stayed on good terms. We’re still really good friends now.
“I was smokin’ with the boys upstairs when I
heard about the whole affair, I said,
‘Whoah, no, William and Mary won’t do…’”
–Steely Dan
Sorry, couldn’t help myself.
And Euty, the spelling on the Turtles song is “Elenore”. (I know, it’s a nitpick.) It’s a great song, tho.
My story: 20 years old, GF’s room in Smith dorm at Trinity College in Hartford. She was only a year older, but considerably more experienced. I was happy to be the beneficiary.
W&M '97. We’re like… sisters! Or… siblings! (don’t know that I ever caught yer gender). Might even know each other, who knows?
Now, Falcon, everyone hates Dillard but I recollect it fondly. Where else can a sophomore guy get a single in which to be relieved of his virginity (did I mentioned that part) by a feisty gal with sex on her brain, I ask of you?
18 years old, standing up in the shower in the University Women’s dorm at the National Music Camp, Interlochen, Michigan, with a woman I’d met two weeks earlier and haven’t seen since that summer.
I was 16, she was 15, in her bedroom, otherwise empty apartment.
I was dying to get rid of my virginity. I met her and went from first kiss to in bed with her in one day. In bed, but no dirty deed, just some petting. She and her brother were spending the night at our flat. I snuck into her guestroom.
She was slightly more experienced than I, but also a virgin. She was pushy and arrogant and we used to argue a lot. Finally, the opportunity was there and we did it. We were paranoid about pregnancy so we used condom and foam. It was more of a clinical procedure than a passionate expression of anything.
It got little better with many, many repetitions. Looking back I think she had a problem with vaginal dryness. She could come like crazy with my hand, but not otherwise. She was very inhibited, but liked to think she was liberated. Having sex was her badge of adulthood. She was very controlling and I was totally controlled. Caused a lot of problem between me and my parents.
Eventually she cheated on me. (the first chance she got)And we broke up. I was devastated
Epilouge- Her life was not a happy one after we broke up. Karma? She called to try to get back together. I said no. A few years later I was desperate for sex and I called her. She lived far away and I was travelling. We got together and I got what I needed. She was still not very good in bed and still very inhibited. She was dying to hook up emotionally, but I was intentionally as cold as I could be. It gave me some measure of revenge for my first broken heart.
Epilouge-epilouge- Twenty years later, through a high school reunion thing she emailed me to ask how things were. She casually mentioned that she was divorcing. I replied, briefly, that I had had a wonderful life and couldn’t be happier, which is true. I saw a pic of her through the reunion web page, she had kind of ballooned. (Evil grin) Karma?
I was 17 and he was 22 (his name was Kevin) and it happened one evening in his apartment. We’d been dating for a couple of months and it just seemed like it was time. It wasn’t good at all, it hurt and I bled for 3 days. We kept seeing each other for about 7 months after that until I went to a friend’s party one night and slept with one of the guys there that I used to dance with at the bar, his name was Jim. Now THAT was incredible sex… plus he gave me my first orgasam. (something Kevin could never do) Jim and I only slept together that one time but I remember it like it was yesterday.
I was 21, she was 19. Day after I graduated from college. We had been dating for a few months, and I was a little eager to have sex. I lasted maybe half a minute. After a little while, we went for another round, whch went a little bit better. With practice, it became great. We broke up 18 months later. Throughout the relationship, she would mention how she’d still be a virgin if it weren’t for me, how she sacrificed her virginity for me, etc. Then she has sex with the next three guys she dates, all within a year of our split. She confused the hell out of me.
Mine was a quickie. I was 15, and hanging out with my best friend at his aunt’s house. I met his cousin, who was 18 and considered me lower than gum on her show. I considered her a stuck up bitch. Then we all got drunk, and things changed in a hurry. She and I slipped off to her room where groping ensued. She began removing my clothes, and I told her I had never done it before. She said not to worry, she’d tell me exactly what to do. I didn’t last very long, but she seemed very excited. I was so green I didn’t understand what she meant when she told me she’d came.
Mm, Firefly, the Turtles’ song is Eleanor, isn’t it? The usual, but non-intuitive, way to spell it.
My first time was at 42, so awful an experience I’d have to write a book to do justice to it. A year or two later I met someone who was nice enough to me to take off the curse that had obviously been placed on me at puberty by the evil No-Sex Fairy; and I become a little more human- not necessarily a comfortable thing for me- each time I get to know someone new. I wish someone would stick around afterwards, but I have no real job, and tend to freak out a lot; not the ordinary woman’s ideal relationship risk.
