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anothger classic first time story
It was the summer after my freshman year at college. I was the youngest person in my class all through school. I've just found out recently that I have and had ADD, though I don't think anyone knew what ADD was back then. Everybody just knew I was immature, impulsive, and socially way behind my peers. My sex education consisted of an excruciating ten-minute talk with my obviously very embarrassed father, who somehow thought talking about how dogs do it would convey to me the mechanics of human intercourse. He was quite a prude.
I'd had one girlfriend in high school. I was a senior and she was a sophomore and much more mature than I was. The furthest we had gone was kissing and a little breast-kneading through her sweater. In college I did manage to actually touch a girl's bare breasts, once. She wasn't a girlfriend — just someone I was set up with.
One of the guys in my ROTC unit was going to training that summer and got me the job that he had had for the previous three summers at a girls' camp in NH. I was to teach riflery and sailing. I knew I could handle the shooting, but I didn't have a clue about sailing. He told me the owner wouldn't let anyone on the water if the wind was blowing anyway, so I just needed to read up a little and I'd be fine.
Out of the goodness of his heart, he was going to help me lose my virginity.
It was my first job. I lasted three weeks and then got fired for kissing one of the campers. I caught a bus by the side of the road that took me to the closest town, where I caught one for New York City and then on to Philadelphia. From there I caught the train to my home town. The two-mile walk from the train station to my house was one of the longest of my life. I'd spent the whole night staring out the bus window, trying to figure out how to explain what happened to my parents. When I got there, I discovered that they were away for the weekend. It was a Saturday morning, and they wouldn't be back until Sunday night.
Adding this latest fiasco to the fact that I had managed to basically flunk out of college (they wanted me to go to summer school, which we couldn't afford), I was feeling like a complete failure. At loose ends, I called a guy I had grown up with. I called him a friend but he was really just someone who, once we reached puberty, would only spend time hanging out with me if he had nothing better to do.
He came over and talked me into raiding my parents' liquor supply. Then he called a girl he knew who was a "sure thing." Out of the goodness of his heart, he was going to help me lose my virginity. She was a bit older, perhaps twenty, and had been at a wedding that day so she'd already been drinking. He had a car. On the way to pick her up, we stopped to buy condoms and he made me go in alone to do it. I still don't know how I managed it.
She was actually rather attractive, very friendly, and more than a little drunk. We all sat in front while he drove to a secluded spot that he knew of. Once there we drank a little and he joked around with her. Then he told me to give them some privacy while he "warmed her up for me." I had already told him I didn't want to be the second guy and he had sworn he wouldn't "do her." So I went and smoked a cigarette and pretended everything was cool.
A little later he got out of the car and told me to go to it. She was already naked and seemed perfectly okay with it all. She helped me undress while we made out. I was surprised to feel how wet and hot it felt inside when I put my finger in her. I clumsily tried to go down on her (from some instinct I suppose), but being in a back seat made it all very difficult and awkward. Finally I managed to get the condom on and entered her. I'll never forget the feeling of heat that surrounded my cock and how overwhelming it was. I doubt I lasted more than thirty seconds.
I took the condom off and tossed it out the window, only to have my "friend" lean in from where he'd been lying on the trunk and make some crack about it joining the one that was already there. I took that to mean that he had in fact had sex with her despite his promise.
I joined the Marines a couple weeks later, a day before my notice to report for a draft physical arrived anyway. I saw her a couple times while home on leave after boot camp. We had sex again both times, but I'm sure they were equally unsatisfying for her. And I just felt bad about it all. Guilty about even doing it and frustrated that I didn't really know what I was doing and couldn't make it good for her. She was really very sweet, but I was so caught up in the whole "good girl/bad girl" thing that I never really thought of her as someone to be in a relationship with. I've always felt bad about that — not so much that I didn't get involved with her, if she'd even wanted that, but that I didn't treat her better, with more respect.
another extra story
I had completed a year of college without having sex. The movies had lied. Now my birthday was less than a month away, and I was turning nineteen, which would make me approximately seventy-two in virgin years. I resolved to step up my game. As I was fairly awkward, this step up did not involve going out and meeting a nice girl, but rather perusing the computer ads and responding to as many casual-encounters ads as possible. I didn't really care much about the age range, or looks for that matter.
I was responding to as many ads as possible, and one day, I got a response. From a girl. With pictures.
My virginity wasn't special. In my mind, it was a stigma and needed to be shed as quickly as possible. Most of my replies to ads went ignored, and the "women" who responded always turned out to be spam. I would come home from work and spend a few hours almost every night crafting e-mails to potential lovers who were either underwhelmed or non-existent. Then one day, I got a response. A real response. From a girl. With pictures. She was twenty-three and cute. We corresponded a few more times, and then she asked me to meet her at a bar.
I was given big Xs on the backs of my hands marking me as under twenty-one by the bouncer when I entered, and she spied me at the door. She broke off from her friends and we grabbed a table. We spent about half an hour engaged in mindless banter, almost as if there had never been a sexual purpose behind our get-together; we were just two prospective acquaintances. I nervously sipped my Coke, too nervous to bring it up. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, she asked me if I wanted to go back to her place. I said yes, and we hopped in my car and drove to her apartment, where we sat on her couch and engaged in more chitchat. I had had high hopes coming back here, but maybe she had brought me back for nothing more than a discussion.
Then she began to rub my leg, and said, "This is always kind of the awkward part." I looked at her. She leaned closer, and from there it was on. I started kissing her, and almost as quickly began pulling at her clothes. Eventually, she was standing completely naked in the middle of her living room.
I stood up, fully clothed, and kissed her, and as I did I slid a hand down, thinking, Oh, so this is what a vagina feels like. She took me by the hand and led me into her bedroom. More kissing as I disrobed. Then back to me fingering, until she handed me a condom. I lay on the bed and she climbed on top of me, and rode me for perhaps a minute until I came, apologizing profusely and saying, truthfully, "That's never happened before." She asked me to take her back to her friends at the bar, which I did, before returning home to gloat to myself. We never spoke again.
I don't really regret the way I lost my virginity, but I find it somewhat embarrassing. As a less awkward guy who can now communicate with women without the aid of electronics,
It was the summer after my freshman year at college. I was the youngest person in my class all through school. I've just found out recently that I have and had ADD, though I don't think anyone knew what ADD was back then. Everybody just knew I was immature, impulsive, and socially way behind my peers. My sex education consisted of an excruciating ten-minute talk with my obviously very embarrassed father, who somehow thought talking about how dogs do it would convey to me the mechanics of human intercourse. He was quite a prude.
I'd had one girlfriend in high school. I was a senior and she was a sophomore and much more mature than I was. The furthest we had gone was kissing and a little breast-kneading through her sweater. In college I did manage to actually touch a girl's bare breasts, once. She wasn't a girlfriend — just someone I was set up with.
One of the guys in my ROTC unit was going to training that summer and got me the job that he had had for the previous three summers at a girls' camp in NH. I was to teach riflery and sailing. I knew I could handle the shooting, but I didn't have a clue about sailing. He told me the owner wouldn't let anyone on the water if the wind was blowing anyway, so I just needed to read up a little and I'd be fine.
Out of the goodness of his heart, he was going to help me lose my virginity.
It was my first job. I lasted three weeks and then got fired for kissing one of the campers. I caught a bus by the side of the road that took me to the closest town, where I caught one for New York City and then on to Philadelphia. From there I caught the train to my home town. The two-mile walk from the train station to my house was one of the longest of my life. I'd spent the whole night staring out the bus window, trying to figure out how to explain what happened to my parents. When I got there, I discovered that they were away for the weekend. It was a Saturday morning, and they wouldn't be back until Sunday night.
Adding this latest fiasco to the fact that I had managed to basically flunk out of college (they wanted me to go to summer school, which we couldn't afford), I was feeling like a complete failure. At loose ends, I called a guy I had grown up with. I called him a friend but he was really just someone who, once we reached puberty, would only spend time hanging out with me if he had nothing better to do.
He came over and talked me into raiding my parents' liquor supply. Then he called a girl he knew who was a "sure thing." Out of the goodness of his heart, he was going to help me lose my virginity. She was a bit older, perhaps twenty, and had been at a wedding that day so she'd already been drinking. He had a car. On the way to pick her up, we stopped to buy condoms and he made me go in alone to do it. I still don't know how I managed it.
She was actually rather attractive, very friendly, and more than a little drunk. We all sat in front while he drove to a secluded spot that he knew of. Once there we drank a little and he joked around with her. Then he told me to give them some privacy while he "warmed her up for me." I had already told him I didn't want to be the second guy and he had sworn he wouldn't "do her." So I went and smoked a cigarette and pretended everything was cool.
A little later he got out of the car and told me to go to it. She was already naked and seemed perfectly okay with it all. She helped me undress while we made out. I was surprised to feel how wet and hot it felt inside when I put my finger in her. I clumsily tried to go down on her (from some instinct I suppose), but being in a back seat made it all very difficult and awkward. Finally I managed to get the condom on and entered her. I'll never forget the feeling of heat that surrounded my cock and how overwhelming it was. I doubt I lasted more than thirty seconds.
I took the condom off and tossed it out the window, only to have my "friend" lean in from where he'd been lying on the trunk and make some crack about it joining the one that was already there. I took that to mean that he had in fact had sex with her despite his promise.
I joined the Marines a couple weeks later, a day before my notice to report for a draft physical arrived anyway. I saw her a couple times while home on leave after boot camp. We had sex again both times, but I'm sure they were equally unsatisfying for her. And I just felt bad about it all. Guilty about even doing it and frustrated that I didn't really know what I was doing and couldn't make it good for her. She was really very sweet, but I was so caught up in the whole "good girl/bad girl" thing that I never really thought of her as someone to be in a relationship with. I've always felt bad about that — not so much that I didn't get involved with her, if she'd even wanted that, but that I didn't treat her better, with more respect.
another extra story
I had completed a year of college without having sex. The movies had lied. Now my birthday was less than a month away, and I was turning nineteen, which would make me approximately seventy-two in virgin years. I resolved to step up my game. As I was fairly awkward, this step up did not involve going out and meeting a nice girl, but rather perusing the computer ads and responding to as many casual-encounters ads as possible. I didn't really care much about the age range, or looks for that matter.
I was responding to as many ads as possible, and one day, I got a response. From a girl. With pictures.
My virginity wasn't special. In my mind, it was a stigma and needed to be shed as quickly as possible. Most of my replies to ads went ignored, and the "women" who responded always turned out to be spam. I would come home from work and spend a few hours almost every night crafting e-mails to potential lovers who were either underwhelmed or non-existent. Then one day, I got a response. A real response. From a girl. With pictures. She was twenty-three and cute. We corresponded a few more times, and then she asked me to meet her at a bar.
I was given big Xs on the backs of my hands marking me as under twenty-one by the bouncer when I entered, and she spied me at the door. She broke off from her friends and we grabbed a table. We spent about half an hour engaged in mindless banter, almost as if there had never been a sexual purpose behind our get-together; we were just two prospective acquaintances. I nervously sipped my Coke, too nervous to bring it up. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, she asked me if I wanted to go back to her place. I said yes, and we hopped in my car and drove to her apartment, where we sat on her couch and engaged in more chitchat. I had had high hopes coming back here, but maybe she had brought me back for nothing more than a discussion.
Then she began to rub my leg, and said, "This is always kind of the awkward part." I looked at her. She leaned closer, and from there it was on. I started kissing her, and almost as quickly began pulling at her clothes. Eventually, she was standing completely naked in the middle of her living room.
I stood up, fully clothed, and kissed her, and as I did I slid a hand down, thinking, Oh, so this is what a vagina feels like. She took me by the hand and led me into her bedroom. More kissing as I disrobed. Then back to me fingering, until she handed me a condom. I lay on the bed and she climbed on top of me, and rode me for perhaps a minute until I came, apologizing profusely and saying, truthfully, "That's never happened before." She asked me to take her back to her friends at the bar, which I did, before returning home to gloat to myself. We never spoke again.
I don't really regret the way I lost my virginity, but I find it somewhat embarrassing. As a less awkward guy who can now communicate with women without the aid of electronics,
