could have sworn I replied to this thread, but I couldn’t find a reply. if this is redundant, many apologies!
I was nearly 19 and my boyfriend of 4 months (at the time) was 20. And here we are, all these years later…(I’m 36, btw)
I was ready for sex and if things hadn’t worked out, I would not have felt taken advantage of or anything like that. sometimes, though I wonder what it would be like to be with someone else. However, I wouldn’t want to give up what I have just to find out.
Like I want every girl I’ve ever slept with to remember me. Ya, that’d be great. 
I was 14 when I lost mine. I was way unprepared and way too nervous and barely new the girl. She was a year older than me. Losing my virginity pretty much sucked. I vowed that I’d never do it again.
I only ever took one girls virginity. I hated that even more than losing my own and vowed I’d never do it again.
So far so good on both accounts. 
Reviving this thread because I have recently accquired a very interesting story to tell.
I went on a 7 day cruise with my parents and friend, Christina, beginning on this past July 28th. On the first night we met these two guys who were (they said) 15 (Sean) and 16 (Ricky). They had their own room so the 4 of us went there. I was laying down with Sean, and Christina was laying down with Ricky, and we were all watching a movie. Before I knew it I was making out with Sean, and he started unbuttoning my pants. I asked him to stop (I’m 15 and had never even kissed a guy, so I figured I shouldn’t give it up like that) so we just made out for the remainder of the movie. Christina and Ricky, I later found out, had done some “manual interactions.”
The next day Sean was a little upset, because he hadn’t gone as far as his friend, so he wasn’t really talking to me much. Ricky, on the other hand, was staring at me most of the evening. Christina and I went to go check in with my parents, then went back to the guys’ room. On the way there Christina told me that Ricky got too touchy-feel too fast for her taste, so she was going to avoid doing anything with him. Her way of doing this was causing a pillow fight, then going to sit on Sean’s bed. Ricky started tickling me and one thing led to another and by the end of the night Ricky and I had done pretty much everything but actual intercourse. When we were walkin back to our room Christina told me that she and Sean had done the same. We laughed and laughed about how we had switched and no one at home would believe our story.
The next day we were going to be pulling into port at San Juan. We went to their room to just chill and maybe watch a movie. Ricky and I ended up having sex. With Christina and Sean in the room. Yes, I know it was very tacky. It didn’t hurt, (except for a mechanical mistake he made to which I had to say “That’s not a hole.”) but it wasn’t great by any means. Luckily over the course of the week it got much better. 
I later found out that both of the guy’s were 14, which was
surprising, especially since Ricky could’ve easily passed for 17. I also found out that Ricky was a virgin, contrary to what he led me to believe, but that was not as much of a surprise.
I don’t regret a bit of it.
I lost mine when I was 16, shortly after the Great Ice Storm of January 1998, and it made me late for my first linear algebra class.
16, my boyfriend the same… we’d been dating for almost a year at that point, and had done virtually everything short of penetration… mostly just a paranoia about pregnancy. When I finally worked up the courage (oh all right… it wasn’t a matter of working up courage, I just couldn’t resist the temptation any longer) I told him so. He was, needless to say, thrilled, and we set a date a week or so in advance when his house would be empty for several hours. When we got in that afternoon, I found he’d made his bed that morning- the first time in the years I’d known him he’d ever done that. I laughed, the mood was light, we were a little nervous but mostly just happy. The sex was good. Not spectacular, but spectacular came later. We had plenty of time, he lasted a surprsingly long time (I was a bit too distracted to look at the clock, but longer than my friends had told me to expect). Afterward, we made dinner and snuggled on the sofa.
Three years later, we’re still together. The sex is still good. He still doesn’t make his bed, only now it’s our bed, and I now tease him that I have no more virginity to trade for household chores.
When I was a teenager I vowed that I would wait till I got married to have sex.
Then I got my heart seriously broken for the first time when I was 19. I got really depressed and stumbled across a total loser online from Louisiana who said all the right things. He came up and nailed me, dumped me about a month later.
It really really messed me up emotionally for a while once I realized that I had been totally played … not so much that he played me (he was a scuzzbucket and just doing what he did best), but that I was stupid enough to fall for it.
For the record, it was in my dorm room.
Yep.
I would encourage anyone I know to wait till they marry to have sex, but at the very least, I hope everyone makes their first time special and doesn’t throw away their virginity on just anyone, ya know?
I lost mine in a 'Vette! 
(Okay, okay, it was my Chevette, but come on, a 'Vette’s a 'Vette, right? ) Anyway, it was two days after my 19th birthday. I’d come home from college over Thanksgiving and stopped at my friend Rob’s house the Friday after Thanksgiving. Rob was home on leave from the Marines, and Rob and I had been best friend’s in high school with me spending as much time at his place as I did my own. Rob’s parents were also square dance callers and every Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday night, they’d leave to go to square dances, so it was party central at Rob’s when the folks were gone!
At this party, there was a girl named Cindy, whom I’d never seen before (or since, for that matter 
), and the two of us just started zinging each other with snappy one-liners (don’t remember what any of them were, had too much Bacardi 151 and other things that night). Near the time the party is starting to wind down, almost everyone takes off in pursuit of some guys in a van and are gone for a long time. Someone comes up with the idea that we all go into Eric’s (Rob’s younger brother by two years) room and hide until everyone gets back.
Everyone but Cindy and I get tired of hiding and heads outside to see if they can spot the others coming back (this is Ohio farm country, where it’s flat and you can see a car coming for miles). I’m lying on Eric’s bed, trying to keep from passing out, Cindy’s standing there at the foot of the bed saying something. I respond with something like, “Get down here.” and reach up and pull her on to the bed with me. We start making out, my hand goes for her zipper (she had on translucent panties ) and Cindy yells to her friend somewhere in the house, “Deanna! He’s unzipping my pants! What do I do?” I hesitate for a moment, and then Cindy makes it pretty clear that she doesn’t want me to stop. Just when things are about to get interesting, in walks Eric carrying his stereo speakers! :mad:
Cindy jumps up, gets her pants back up and the two of us flee outside to join the others waiting at the end of Rob’s very short driveway. Now, it’s November, in Ohio, so it wasn’t exactly warm out and we got pretty cold, so I suggested that we go sit in my car. One thing led to another, and aside from my friend opening the car door and running away, it was an enjoyable time.
I’ve thought about Cindy a lot in the fifteen years since, and wonder what happened to her. She seemed to be a very nice girl and even pretended not to believe me when I told her afterwards that I was a virgin. I never even knew her last name.
No romantic or exciting story here - I was 18 and at a party. Got talking to a nice guy both a bit drunk and the conversation turned to sex. I told him I was a virgin and I still can’t really remember how I ended up back at his place. But I had to do the walk of shame the next morning through his shared house. Was OK I suppose and I don’t regret it either.
Although for the life of me I can’t remember his name…
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I was fifteen and he was twenty-one. We were in his room at his mom’s house. It was unexciting and I was a little disappointed that I didn’t see rainbows and angels didn’t sing. And I sure as hell didn’t orgasm. I don’t know what I expected to happen.
Flash forward seventeen years later. I am walking with my new husband and my son up to the store. This guy is approaching from the other direction and he is the dirtiest thing I ever saw. In a Pig Pen from Peanuts kind of way. Upon closer inspection, the only thing that is clean about him is the area around his eyes and it makes him look like a raccoon. He is also drunk.
I give this dirtball a wide berth and hope he doesn’t ask for money. Then…he says my name. NOOOOO! It is the very person I lost my virginity to. I was horrified.
Before you go feeling sorry for him, he isn’t homeless. Yes, it is only funny in retrospect.
shit. fuck. i do NOT want to lose my virginity at age 30 or 28 or some crazy age like that. i’m 20 now and i’m kind of horny.
10 more years of this and i’ll surely die.
as with space vampire, i fear all the problems that will arise if i ‘do it’ at age 25 or something, and she will just laugh, or whatever.
the embarrasment.
sigh it’s hard to be a virgin in these experimental days.
the problem isn’t just about sex, but also about finding someone.
i do crave social events, and feeling close to people, but it’s hard when you feel like you stand out from everyone else and they’re talking about you behind your back for no reason you can understand.
well, hopefully things will get better as i go off to college on the 25th of august, maybe i can make something happen there.
16, in…a pantry with my sisters bf’s brother .it wasnt very nice
Wah, coax, did I post in this thread? I ditched it since then. Best 22-year-old-virgin-on-same sex ever. Now that that’s taken care of I can get on with my life without that stigma on my mind…
My long time high school boyfriend after my junior prom. I was 17, he was 18. Being good Catholics, we had decided to wait til we got married to have “real sex” so we just had anal(lol) but caved that beautiful Spring night. I’ll never forget it.
I’ll always consider myself to have lost it twice. My first ever was a lesbian in need of comforting after a bad breakup. She is referred to in conversation as ‘my first girlfriend’ out of social convenience.
I lost it again to Daerlyn. First girl I ever enjoyed it with. Unforgettable.
I lost my virginity to a cute pajama pants wearing girl from my high school.
Doc: Did you lose it on Pirate Island? Was a horse galloping by at the time?
Originally posted by Mirrored Indigo Shadows:
That was YOU? Dammit, I needed to pee! I dunno how many times I’ve tried to use the handicapped stall only to find people having sex in it. Goddamnit people, they make wheelchair accessible stalls for reasons other than your booty calls!
That having been said…
I lost my virginity when I was 17 - he was 21. We’d gone picknicking in this big(ish) public park a few towns over…We were laying on the grass, making out, then things got heavier. I was wearing a skirt, we had a blanket to cover ourselves, all the right elements were at work. Finally, he asked if I was ready for it, & said that I was, and…
I don’t think too many people saw us - we did try to be discreet, but it was a hot day in April; some folks were bound to be around. No kids, though.
We did a repeat performance a couple months later, but we had to end things mid-coitus 'cause we saw a cop & really weren’t in the mood to be arrested. :o
Six months ago, the beginning of a wonderful relationship that I’m still in now.
As for the loss of said virginity, I couldn’t get it up, and when I finally did, it lasted probably less than 30 seconds.
She didn’t care, and I knew that was a good sign.
GSORD- We must have gone to the same high school!
Yeah, I thought it was my secret island. But, it turned out all the kids went there to make out.
What the *(%$^% was up with that horse? It seems like someone trained it to gallop by upon hearing the sounds of climax. This happened to me and the cute pajama pants wearing girl 4 times. The fifth time, we got on the horse before we started.
14, in my bedroom. It was very sweet and loving, if a little clumsy. No regrets at all. I’m actually married to the guy now, but the sex is a whole lot better