Not Losing Your VirginityThink back, way back, to when you were a spotty virgin.* It was all a bit overwhelming, wasn't it? I remember going to see a band as a teenager and standing behind a girl who I kinda liked, but who had been showing a lot of interest in a friend for the past week. She reached back and squeezed my leg.
I panicked. Brain decided that she'd clearly made a mistake and thought I was my friend: "Er, you've got the wrong bloke"
It was hours before I worked out what was going on.
So, tell us the stories of when you failed to lose your virginity - whether through your own ineptitude or simply because they scared the bejesus out of you.
* Apologies to spotty virgins out there. Wash.
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chthonic, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 12:13)
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Secret religionNot so much my virginity (that's another story), but a year or so later.
A certian Liverpool Rock club. Me.Young, gangly, spotty etc. Wearing a white lab coat dancing around like a sore thumb surrounded by black clad goth's and bikers .
Somehow managed to attract this gorgeous girl (name with-held) who was way above my station. She was jaw droppingly beautiful and was for some reason interested in me.
maybe it was my innocent flappings and drunken stumbles that caught her eye... but some reason she found me attractive (or maybe just funny* - looking back)
Anyway, she kissed me and danced with me and I was just gob-smacked.
She didn't even seem drunk (she was drinking fruit juice which she kept spilling into my mouth from her mouth) - The Dirty so and so.
When she invited me back to her place in the uni halls I could have exploded there and then.
So we walk back through the City and back to her place. Turns out female students are far messier than male students as it was occupied by about six girls and it was a tip... A real stench hole... but, I wasn't put off.
We end up in the kitchen area and we're snogging each others faces off.... and I'm aching for it. She just keeps on kissing... and kissing. Random girls keep coming in the kitchen, opening fridges and ignoring us.
So I decide to press the point (ho ho) and hint that maybe we should go to her room. I'm at this point beyond kissing. I was like an iron rod. But she just keeps kissing.
But eventually I tell her that I'm tired and suggest 'going to bed', so we make it to her room and it is already occupied by another half-awake girl.
At this point... I thought I was dreaming! Was this for real? Surely not a threesome? Surely!
But the night passed and I got nothing more than some intense snogging and an occasional grunt from the other girl.
But, alas it turns out they were both Mormons and I tried all night to get some. They didn't drink or smoke or have sex. She did fall asleep next to me though and I admit to putting her hand on my 'what's-it'...
So close.... but no cigar.
* - Had to get a bus home next day in my lab-coat (which was dirty and smelled of nightclubs)... Go verbally abused by a scouser on the bus.
-Length? Pah!
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 23:43, Reply)
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