A year ago, we started collecting your stories about having sex for the first time. But what made him perfect, despite the fact he only topped a hundred pounds when holding his bass, was the fact that he was friends with my ex. I don’t think Dan and I ever went on any outing you could actually classify as a date, but if we had, I approximate I gave it up on date three.
I couldn’t think of bringing anyone home to my house in the suburbs; the idea of losing my virginity upstairs from my parents’ bedroom seemed way too cliché for how I normally did things. So, I devised a plan for spring break to fly on my own dime to L. to visit an old friend and simultaneously check out some West Coast schools.
My bohemian mother bought it, and soon I found myself flying across the country, alone, into the stardust city lights of Los Angeles, free and scared shitless.
After making out moved us from recliner to mattress, we conveyed to each other through a series of head movements and meaningful glances that tonight was the night — no more V-card. My virginity, the last of its kind in my circle of friends, had been lost in under thirty seconds.
While he fumbled around looking for a condom, I pulled my jeans and panties down, but left on my tank top, half because I was still so shy about my body and half because the chilly basement temperature. Still above me, Dan leaned back and whispered, "It gets better than this." I stumbled to the bathroom to clean myself.
NEXT: "The first time we went out ended in handcuffs…" I was a girl-crazy junior in high school when I noticed a sophomore who was in two of my classes.
She was a swimmer with a great toned body and sexy eyes.
Not the ideal first date, but I guess it was foreshadowing things to come.
Our parents did everything they could to keep us away from each other, which just fueled our determination to be together.
But we were able to stay away from the police, and the extreme efforts turned out to be worth it.
NEXT: "Under false pretenses, three-thousand miles away from home…" Female • 17 years old • Los Angeles, CA In an admittedly self-righteous and rebellious moment, I decided to hop a train from the comfort of my seaside high-school town to visit a friend who was at a state university.
It would take weeks — weeks curiously void of any other attempt at intercourse — for the irony of that entertainment choice to sink in.