Losing your Virginity
 

Who. What. Where. When. .....Why........How?

you first

no, you.

I sense a flame war comming on!!!

Bob, I was 16 he was 21. We were in the front seat of a 69 chevelle. He didn't know I was a virgin until after the fact.

Now you

heather. her 1st, too. dated for 10 months first, broke up shortly after. I think it was in her bedroom. oh yeah, i was 17

why did you break up after - was the big event too traumatic?

Rosemary. I was 14, so was she. At her place, which was her Mom's trailer. I remember her well; I even bumped into her over 10 years later. Odd, indeed.

Brenda - me 17, she 15. In a field on a blanket after it was dark enough to not be completely obvious, and only after having gone to the free health clinic and gotten appropriate birth control. Together for a year, broke up, impregnated her best friend who had abortion, broke up with her. Rekindled torrid sexual fling with Brenda in the months before my first marriage, about four years after we were first together. Later, she was my 1st wife's best friend for several years.

no, i guess, as it turned out, I had been putting up with a lot of fighting and pain just to get 'the prize'. ( mind, it wasn't ,like the next day or anything) and she was using it as bait to keep me coming back. I guess that's pretty shallow, but in retrospect...... It's kind of a long story. And as I think about it, I think i was actually 18.

I was 17, so was he. I won't name names, because he has a very unusual first name. We broke up a couple months later, I can't really remember why. I googled him recently, and boy, am I glad we DID break up! He's got one of those horrible personal websites with various ramblings about his very boring life, and equally uninspiring photos of himself. What a major dweeb he became!

None of your bloody business :D

I was 23, she was 22, and it was our wedding night.

Seriously.

Marichiko, stop laughing.

Alan. I was just barely 16, he was 21. (And yes, that means it was statutory for me at the time. And yes, later in the relationship we did get caught in the car by a cop, who thank God never asked to see my ID. But back to the first time...)

It was in the cab of his truck, behind the pizza place where we both worked. I did not regret it, but I was not impressed by the whole endeavor--and would not be, it turned out, for several more years and boyfriends.

Well, there goes the last vestige of my rock musician fantasy...

I've got 2 possibilities. One is a technicality, and the other is for sure.

When I was 15 and there was a girl who was going to be 14 in a few days. We made out, and did everything but sex and then she said no, but later changed her mind and said it was ok, so I put the end of it in, an she screamed and said it hurt and we didn't continue. I don't think this counts.

If that doesn't count, I was 17 and had just broken up with a girl and was pretty bummed out so I went to the Sadie Hawkins dance alone, and met a punk rock girl named Souxie (She was 15 but had been around) with very very short bright orange hair, and we hit it off. My friend Bob Neal (Yes, that's his real name) was there with a girl so the 4 of us left and parked somewhere. She was all over me, but Bob couldn't close the deal so he dropped off his girlfriend and told me to borrow the car.

This was in Henderson, Nevada and we were in the middle of the empty and quiet desert. She was undressing me, and before I knew it I almost fell in. She was screaming and the truck was rocking and making noise. There was a tire in the back slamming around, and dogs where barking and howling. My friend heard the whole thing and when the two of us got back to his house to drop off the truck (only a block away of empty desert), it took everything he had not to laugh out loud.

The funny part is they had some kind of conga line at the dance or something and someone got a photo of me and this girl and put it in the year book. I lost it on a one night stand with a freaky, slutty punk rock chick and it's in the yearbook for all to see.

funny, i can see his face, and the ford ranger that he drove, but for the life of me his name is missing... actually, not funny, sad. now it's going to bug me till i think of his damn name.

16, in the basement of a friends house. Don't remember how old he was, 19,20? maybe. He REALLY reminded me a my 1st true love, Dave, (remember him too often :blush: ) It was quick, painful and pretty much didn't hear from him again. (now that i've had 'real' sex i can say that it was HORRIBLE) He knew I was a virgin, I think that was a challenge for him, and because he reminded me of Dave, I let him talk me into it.

[sarcasm]please someone post another good story so i can feel even worse about this :)

I was 21. So was she. In her dorm room. We had been kind of dating for a month or so. Shortly afterwards, her ex-boyfriend came back from studying abroad. She got all "confused" and ended up leaving me for him. They are married now, I think.

I went on to much better things. :)

When: Once it was done, no need to worry about it any more. I don't remember the day.

Who: None of your business.

Where: A bedroom.

Why: Does anyone NEED a reason?

How: Had sex. Is there some other way to do it?

yeah, you should keep in mind that I'm not a real rock star. I just play on one TV, radio, and film. And cash the checks like one. But I never did drugs, never slept around, never did any of the "extra curricular activities" that make up the rock star life.

It's all about the music, man.

:band:

i'm hoping for tonight, everyone keep their fingers crossed.

Nope, sorry, I'm just not ready yet.

I was 16, she was the same. It happened on the floor of a multi-storey car park in a frenzy of body parts. I saw her again a few years back. She looked right scruffy..

Good luck Lookout! Hope ya score, and happy holidays!

C'mon Baby - I promise I'll respect you in the morning
;)

I was 13 she was 16 , drunk at a party , she took pitty on me , we had quick fun !!!!

15 (almost 16). was with the guy for 2 years all up, but it was Painful, regret it and i hate him!!

Go ahead SM! Not exactly the same story here but close.

oddly enough, my first was rather similiar to radars.. kinda... well.. I was 14 and went to the 'punk rock' club that used to be downtown... i was slam dancing away to red hammer and the iguanas.. next thing i know some girl starts talking to me.. eventually she says 'hey come outside with me for a minute' well... we get out back, she well... takes advantage of me... much to my suprise... and well.. I never saw her again.. the whole thing left me a little... well... put off by the whole sex thing, although a couple of years later..well... heh... it really started making sense again...

15, Roy, at his house and his dad caught us. I couldn't have been more embarrassed. And I didn't even have a good time. Sheesh.

Well hell, yall make me look horrible in some ways but most sound about the same. I have many friends who have discussed this subject with me and I am sad to say not only are the stories often similar, but for many of my friends Iwas the reason it happened for them.
No I am not a pimp. But I did know many people of less than diserning taste and people who wanted to meet them.
As for me since that is what I was asked about...
Her name was Daina. She was 13 and I was 14. We were in her house. If playing doctor is a basis this girl had a private practice in our neighborhood. She had tried most things already, wanted to try sex with me as I had developed a little fast then most of our group. Unlike most young boys I really didn't want too. She just came on to strong. It turned out she was watching her dad's porn. Tried to be like the woman in those.
To make a long story longer she teased at me not wanting to till she got my Irish up <all puns intended> My first time was the kind of angry sex you usually dont get till you have dated awhile. That kind where you are actually doing it and at that moment not knowing whether you like this person or not or if you are trying to please or hurt.
I have had a very nasty temper for as long as I can remember. This put me off to enjoying myself sexually for years. I would do anything to please someone else but I rarely let my gaurd down. I actually quit talking to her for a long time. Then a few years ago I got to know her again. She still likes it rough.

I have to add that thankfully my wonderful wife -a different yet much more suitable mate-likes it anyway she can get it. Lets just say I get to let my guard down.

I was 16, his name was Frank and he was 17. His room in a nice little row house on 3rd street in south philly. .

well nightsong, i'm certainly glad you have found yourself a partner who you can let your guard down.