Another Sex Blog

Yup, *that* first time. C’mon, what else would I be talking about on this site, right?

So, someone asked me, over email, recently about how I lost my virginity. After writing it all out, I realized that I hadn’t written about it here and, well, I’m lazy. I don’t want to write something twice. So, with said email recipient’s permission, I’m copying and pasting for your reading pleasure. lol.

I lost my virginity at 17, a week before I turned 18. I wanted to lose it asap at college. There was this one guy, very very hot guy, who we all thought was gay, but he seemed to be a player instead. Anyway, one night, coming back from a club, he asked if I wanted to have no strings attached sex. I think that was the first time I heard that phrase come to think of it.

So, I said yes. No, I wasn’t drunk. We didn’t even go to his room because his roommates were there, so we went to a room of a friend of his that was empty. We started making out and then he got up to go get a condom. I realized that he had no idea I was a virgin and I didn’t know how to tell him. So, I up and disappeared.

A few weeks later, I did lose it (that’s when I was a week younger than 18. There was a guy that two of my friends sort of had crushes on. I called him pink-haired dude. Cuz he had pink hair and I could never remember his name. (Later to be green and then black.) One of my friends didn’t really have a crush on him so much as she really enjoyed being a tease to him. So he’s chatting with me about that. And we talked about sex and I told him about really wanting to lose my virginity, but to someone who was more experienced than me and someone I wouldn’t necessarily be seeing much of again — that last part because I thought my inexperience would be embarrassing.

The night after that conversation, he and I and a bunch of other freshman were lounging around a room all leaning on one another, massaging each other, petting each others heads, etc. Yeah, we were a goofy group.

Anyway, it got to be late and we all separated. He asked if I still wanted to hang out in his room and maybe watch a movie. So, I said sure. We hung out on his roommate’s bed because that’s where the tv was. We watched The Muppet Movie. Started making out. When he started to take my jeans off, he asked “are you sure?” Thinking he was asking about if I was sure about being fully undressed — yes, I was *that* inexperienced — I said “sure.” Then he grabbed a condom and started fucking me. Oh! lol.

I liked that he already knew I was a virgin and what my ideal post-relationship with that person was going to be. It didn’t hurt. Afterwards, when he went to the bathroom to clean up, he grabbed my purse and took it with him. He said later that he didn’t want me up and disappearing while he was in the bathroom. He came back and let me know that, uhm, there was a lot of blood. Oops! Remember, we were in his roommate’s bed!

We dated for about a year. A little more than six months after that first kiss, he told me he’d been a virgin, too. Oh well, the best laid plans…

Oh oh, and the guy who I *almost* lost it to? Came out of the closet not long after that.