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...