It’s a unit of time measurement which, according to Urban Dictionary, is exactly 3 months and 13 days. I’m not quite sure where I picked it up, but I tend to use it to mean “years” rather than any specific timeframe.
Female, 33, straight, told nobody. I don’t discuss my sex life with anyone who is not directly involved in it, plus I was a bit ashamed that I was as old as I was (and no, I’m not telling any of you how old I was). That actually holds for any definition of sex you care to use- I was ashamed of being as old as I was and having as little experience as I did.
Female, 39, lost it at 18 to my 19-year-old boyfriend at the time, whom I’d been dating for 6 months. I was far from being his first, but he certainly knew he was my first and had been extremely patient about the whole thing. It happened in midafternoon when I came home from college for Christmas break, which totally blew all my mom’s theories about why kids should have curfews. It had almost happened a couple of months before, when he came to visit me at school, 800 miles away from home; actually, he was the one who stopped it that time, on the theory that I would be an emotional wreck if we’d gone ahead then (he was leaving the next morning, and I wasn’t going to see him again for a couple of months). In hindsight, he was probably right.
20+ years later, we are still friends, and I feel comfortable talking to him or his wife about pretty much anything (and I just saw them when they were in town; they live 1200 miles away these days). No regrets at all, and I’m soooooo glad it wasn’t the abusive schmuck I dated my senior year of high school.
I don’t think I told anyone else immediately, but my dorm roommate found out shortly thereafter. It’s not like I made a point of telling her, but for some odd reason I was the authority among my friends on contraceptive techniques and other random relationship advice; she lost her virginity around the same time and had come to me with some birth control questions, and well, it just came up in conversation. Heck, even my *mom * probably thought I lost my virginity before I did.
Male, currently 34. My early exploits were well-publicized. I was 19, a freshman at college, and it was known amongst my social circle that I was a virgin. Stacy, a young lady of questionable repute, bragged openly that she would be the one to break me in, although when it came down to it I turned her down on a number of occassions. It was a source of great amusement for my dorm-mates.
Then came the final day of the semester, and I was in my dorm packing my belongings to leave town for summer break the next day. Stacy showed up in my room, obviously very stoned, and determined to make one last attempt at fulfilling her promise. “So, we gonna do this, or what?” Before I could tell her, “no, sorry,” she ATTACKED! I have to admit, that young woman had some, ahem, talents, and it didn’t take long before I had changed my mind, and we were off to the races.
As the festivities were wrapping up, there was a knock on my door, which obviously I was not properly dressed to answer. That was our cue to get dressed, and as we did so, Jenny, the person doing the knocking, wandered down the hall to see if anyone had seen me. Roy was surprised that she hadn’t found me in my room - he’d just seen me there a little while ago. So, Jenny and Roy headed back towards my room, just in time to see Stacy make her exit. Stacy shot them a wink and a smug little smile as she passed them on her way out. Roy burst into my room - “Did you just hit that? DID YOU JUST HIT THAT?” Then he was back out into the hall, banging on doors and yelling “Stacy got him! Stacy got him!” Within a few minutes, there were 6 other guys hanging out in my room, exchanging high-fives and jokes, and welcoming me to “manhood”. I guess it was a triumph for the whole community.
I was known for being a virgin in college, but no one was lining up to rescue me from this condition. I lost it while I was taking time off from college, on my 21st birthday. I didn’t tell anyone, but a hint slipped out at one point, and shortly after my friends cornered me and made me spill. The event was unusual, and earned me a bit of rep afterwards.
Male, 34.
Male, 35. I was 20, she was about the same age.
I was in kind of a complicated situation at the time… I was pining over a “girlfriend” who wouldn’t commit to me or any of several other guys who were also in love with her. When I wasn’t with her, I frequently hung out with a separate group of friends, late at night at a house that two young women rented. (I’ll call one of them “V”.)
One night, V had a relative visiting, whom I’ll call “K”. I don’t remember if she was a cousin or sister or what, but we ended up having sex all night, in V’s house. In the morning, I told her that I had been a virgin. <brag>She was shocked to hear it, due to my prowess.</brag>
The next person I told was probably V. I was feeling worried and guilty because we hadn’t been safe, but she reassured me that it was out of character for K too.
I also told my “girlfriend”, which was even more awkward.
K came back the next weekend (probably because V had told her about my feelings), and we talked, then did it all night, safely this time. I never saw her after that.
I don’t know if this counts, but months later (after I finally was able to separate from the “girlfriend”), I ran into an ex-co-worker who had been a close enough friend that we knew that we both had been virgins when we worked together. I don’t know who brought up the subject, but she had lost her virginity in the meantime too. We ended up being each other’s second partners, and friends-with-benefits for quite a while.
Male, 49, lost it at 24. Never told anyone, including the girl I had sex with. I mean, she knew we had sex 
, but I didn’t tell her she was my first. It’s ever so slightly possible she might have figured that out on her own.
Female, 54. I lost my virginity at 15, he was 19. I told no one at first because I just don’t discuss sex all that much. Ultimately I had to tell a lot of people, including an obstetrician. :smack:
Oldsters represent. 
I was 24, but an “anything but” virgin. Needless to say, due to previously held religious beliefs, I’d managed to dabble in most sexual scenarios without actual penetration. I wasn’t about to miss getting my own nut off after all and the only thing that was important was holding out “the real thing” until marriage, right?
Of course, I realized how silly this was and began looking for someone to deflower me around age 22. He didn’t show up for a bit, but when he did (several attempts later), I was happy to tell anyone who listened. I figured that since my virginity was such a huge topic of conversation (ya, my mother took great pride in this – and people wonder why I’m fucked up still…), then my loss of would be equally so.
Anyway, at this point I’m 40, female and hetero and wish I hadn’t been so reliant on silly expectations.
I’m pretty sure I told most of my friends. Granted, I was 17, and this was 2004.
She, on the other hand, tried to keep it a secret from some disapproving friends that she’d lost her virginity (we were both virgins going into it; both very inexperienced, yes, and it was very new, very exhilirating, very tigh--------wait, what was I talking about again? Oh yeah: ), yet posted every single detail on her Xanga, which she had a link to in her AIM profile, and then she was shocked that everyone at the school found out. Not the sharpest tool in the shed, that one. Turned out to be a basket case, too. Hell of a lay, though. (Ain’t it always the way?)
I am about to become 60, and I lost it my freshman year in college. The funny thing about it was that everyone assumed that I was very experienced. For some reason everyone I knew (all ages and both sexes) would come to me to discuss sex, contraception, loss of virginity, positions, etc. I am not a talkative guy or at least at the time I wasn’t. I would generally answer with a raised eyebrow, a “hem” or something or maybe a “how about that?” I think they thought it was because I was so knowledgeable. It was basically all ignorance. So when I did lose my virginity, everyone including the young woman involved assumed she was one of many. So I told no one. Fortunately, because so many people had talked to me previously, I had a pretty good idea what to do and what not to do and my performance apparently did not give me away (Apparently the jumping up and down afterwards on the bed shouting, “Yes, yes, yes, finally” didn’t give it away either [I didn’t really, but the paragraph seemed to need an ending].)
Male 38, I was 17, she was 16.
I didn’t tell anyone. It didn’t seem important.
My parents figured out I was sexually active within a couple of weeks. Must have been the condoms in my dresser drawer. They didn’t care.
Obviously, I was smarter. My room was closer to the door I knew mom would come barreling through at any moment. I figured getting down the hall would at least give me time to put some clothes on. (If only I’d remembered to grab the clothes!)
He was basically clothed and just needed to zip up and look stupid.
Male, 33, mostly straight. I was 17, close to 18; she was 29. I experimented a bit with a gay friend a few months before that. She left a damn hickey on my neck that I played off as a make-out session to the people who noticed it. I told a couple of close friends a few days later. One of my aunts found out not too long after because she said something that needled me into blurting it out. I probably would have told my mom if she was still alive.
As a rule, I don’t talk much about anyone I’m seeing at the time. If I relate past exploits, I’ll leave out identifying details. I don’t remember relating much in the way of details then. Basically just that I’d done it. Par for the course for guys, I guess, unless she’s exceptionally freaky in bed 
Them is braggin’ rights, there.
Interesting story. I just lost my virginity a short time ago. I’m a 29 year old male. I was 5236 miles from home (just looked it up) on a three month trip to Europe, mostly in Italy but this happened in Zurich. As we were lying in bed, she asked me if I was going to tell anyone. I said that I wasn’t sure but I didn’t think I’d tell many people. As it happened, the first person I told was the girl I fell in love with a couple years ago who I had hardly talked with since an ill-advised evening of making out.
I wasn’t planning it, but just at the time that I returned from my trip she contacted me wanting to try to reestablish our friendship. I was willing to give it a shot. We had always been pretty comfortable with each other and we used to talk about all our problems and our feelings and such -it just felt natural to tell her. I gave pretty full details too.
Now I’ve told you all.
I was 26. I told my best friend/room mate. And then about a couple of weeks later, I clued my mom in.
It was a rather major occurance in my life 
and I remember it quite well. 27 Oct 1965, at about 4:00 pm. I was 16, she was 15, we’d been playing kissy-face for some time, and that was the day when we decided to do the deed.
We were nervous beyond belief, but we succeeded. And when it was over, we weren’t nervous any more. We snuggled for a while, then did it again.
I’m 59 now and I still wonder what ever happened to her. Her parents moved that summer, we wrote faithfully for a couple of months and then just…faded away.
Maryanne, I hope your life has been filled with happiness.
Male. Well into middle age. Lost it at 17 in West Texas to a Hispanic hooker who bore a striking resemblance to Claude Akins. Snickered about it to my still-virgin buddies.
Male 28, lost it at 23. I was dating this 21 yo girl who knew I was a virgin, she was anything but. It took a couple of tries, though, the darn think got nervous and wouldn’t stay up when it was supposed to, only when nothing could happen.
Male 62. Raped by my aunt at 10, had a dry orgasm. First consensual sex act was at 14 with a girl in an alley in Bensonhurst, Brooklyn. Too ashamed of both to tell anyone but my ex-wife and the thousands that read this message board.