Seems tragic when it is starkly there, but the truth is the girl I lost my virginity to had so many notches on her bedposts it was a wonder they hadn’t collapsed. But at the time, she was a Godsend. I was 19, and so colossally clueless and unable to read “signals” from women that, looking back, I had managed to avoid getting laid a dozen times before then. Luckily, this girl was available, aggressive and she wanted me. Once she had me twice, she foisted me off onto one of her friends, who I stupidly married. After we split, I met other girls, including one who taught me exactly what she liked, lessons that my wife benefits from every time we make love (my wife has met that ex, and thanked her).
As much as I was capable of being as a teenager - in some ways more intensely than as an adult, but with not that much insight into my feelings and the relationship.
Not sure - I think he at least thought he was initially, but it evaporated pretty quick when a new girl came on the scne only a month or so later.
No to everything. Happened almost 20 years ago. I had only just met her a few hours earlier, and then everyone started drinking. Somehow we ended up in the same bedroom alone together, and stuff happened.
I was 18 and desperate to lose my virginity and she was… there. She was not at all attractive and I began to feel disgusted with myself even while I was balls-deep. Also it was unprotected and I had pregnancy paranoia for a couple of months afterwards.
My second time was much more fulfilling, I took her virginity, and we ended up dating for two and a half years.
No on all counts. As mentioned elsewhere on the Board, my first time was at age 17 in Texas with a Hispanic hooker who bore a more-than-passing resemblance to Claude Akins.
Yes on all four counts. 12 years ago. He was my first love. I was so desparate at 20 to get it over with. The first time was ok, the second was amazing. We dated exclusively for 2 years. To date, he was probably my best lover.
No^4. The story’s somewhere in my posting history, but to summarize, it was a bed-sharing arrangement when I had too much beer inside me that led to a totally unexpected 4am shag. She was way older than me and seriously fat, as in no-way-do-you-ever-see-me-naked fat, but I wasn’t getting any other offers and was too socially clueless to know how to say no even if I’d been inclined to. Besides, up to the part where she grabbed my dick I was far from clear where we were going.
ETA: nearly 32 years ago.
