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Think 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.

(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 12:13)
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I was ashamed of it
The night I NEARLY went from Boy to Man was back on the night of Man Utd's Cup Winners Cup final win in 91'. I was 15 nearly 16

A one of a trio of girls in my class had invited me and a couple of chums round her house to watch the afore-mentioned game on telly. We arrived at the girls house only to spy through open curtains them feeling each other up...To cut a long story short an orgy ensued and I ended up 'en flagrant' with a girl I had fancied for ages and who reciprocated -not that I had known...After some VERY heavy petting it came to getting down to it..she started to unbutton my jeans, desperate to see my goods..only I couldn't let her...why?

An hour or so before at home I had wanked myself into the next world fantasising about the very thing that was ACTUALLY happening to me..because of my over-active imagination and teenage boys hygiene standards I now had probably the cheesiest, smelliest, most
marmite-y cock in England and couldn't possibly let this angel, who Id been drooling over for months, go anywhere near the blasted thing...

In the end the most I got off her was a handjob while she was wearing one of her Nan's velvet gloves
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 16:52, Reply)
It would have happened much sooner
had she not come round early and run away the first time.
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 16:45, Reply)
after just 2 pages of anticipatory wank material, i have the got the fucking horn bigtime.
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 16:44, Reply)
I had just turned 16
she was the girlfriend of an aquaintance, a goth type chick wearing a low cut top who I'd never met before, and whose first words to me were

"I will expose my breasts to anyone that buys me a drink tonight"

I bought her a half of cider and out theay came, they were okay, but all I could do was to slightly grope one nervously and giggle

We went to central london together on a promise to the aformentioned aquiantance that´I would "look after her"

We ended up in a bush in a park somewhere near charing cross, with me struggling to choke my throbbing erection with a badly unwarapped condom, my fear of vaginas doing little to help me ease it in at all, completely un-lubed and virtually impossibly.

She ended doing it with her mouth, I ended up finally un shackling myself of my virginity with a large breasted whore in that Amsterdam a few months later
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 16:42, Reply)
[Edit: FUCKITY! I just re-read the title. "NOT Losing your virginity" - sure I did that loads of times, why would I write about that?.

Anyway, it took me ages to type this lot and I'm happily reminising now, so I'm just going to leave it there even if it is about the wrong topic]

Holy feck, I was 15 and at the start of my sexual awakenings. I had spend the previous 6-12 months deperately snogging and wrestling with girls, trying to touch their boobs, whilst they snogged back and desperately tried to stop me toughing their boobs. It was like some crazy game that if somebody had asked us "Why do you want to touch her boobs?" and "Why do you want to stop him touching them?", we'd both have shrugged and looked at our feet. "I dunno, just do".

We hadn't a fecking clue - but it just felt right (and oh so deliciously wrong).

Anyway, so I was on holdiay and I'd been snogging this girl for 2 weeks (no solidly mind, we did stop for meals and air). After the first day, I reaslised it wasn't going to go past snogging and so I thought "fair enough" and I was happy with my lot.

THEN - about 2 days before the end of the holiday (Bugaria, by the way, very nice) a new plane-load of tourists showed up and one of them was an 18 year old vixen called Karan. From Leeds.

I'd never seen such beauty.

We made friends with Karan - me and my holiday girlfriend - and I thought nothing of it.

One night, Holiday Girlfriend (I can't remember her name - and there's a lesson for you Girls - put out or be forgotten) went out with her parents. Karan and I were left alone playing pool.

"So" she says like it's the most natural thing in the world "Do you want to go back to your room?".

About 0.004 seconds later, we were in my room. I was rubbing her neck from where the whiplash hurt, she was trying to re-attach her arm.

I digress.

So we started snogging. And I thought that was it - nothing more would happen, but she kept going onwards and downwards. I kept thinking "I wonder when she'll stop and tell me that's my lot", but she never did.

I couldn't believe my luck. 5 minutes later I was pumping away like a demeneted freak on a trampoline. After about 45 minutes, she smiled politely and asked me if I was going to come. "Come where?" I thought (I was very un-worldly) "back to the pool hall? No thank you - I'm loving this if it's all the same to you".

Sadly, I don't think I've turned in performance with such stamina ever since. Out of politeness - rather than reaching a natural conclusion - I ended my fun.

I remember lying on the bed afterwards feeling a kind of euphoria that I'd never felt. I was so uncontainably happy. What a feeling - what an unexpected delight - I can't wait to tell everyone!

Then she was crying. Telling me about her boyfriend back home, and how she wanted to lose her virginity to to another virgin, because her boyfirend was so experienced. She thought it would be fine, but now she felt terrible for betraying him.

As I sat there, arm around her, looking symathetic and listening to her, but inside I was screaming "YEAH! WOOO-HOOOO! I DID IT! YAZOOO-KAZOOO-KAKOOOOO! WOP WOP WOP".
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 16:37, Reply)
Well, it wasn't me who wanted to.
When I was 15 or so I went to Germany on an exchange about a month before I became legal (which I made a stupidly big deal about). The girl I stayed with had a fairly large group of friends in her class who we went on the bus to school with (and sat on the back seat with the cool kids). One of her friends looked like the oldest kid from My Family, the one who does the BT adverts now, but about five times as psychotic looking. He did nothing but stare at me every time I was within sight.

On the last day in the school, I was walking back to my partner's classroom when *spang* my dodgy ankle gave out and I landed flat on my face in front of ... yep, him. He took rather too long to pick me up off the floor (I hate to think what would have happened if I'd knocked myself out) and carry me into the classroom. He then chucked me a note once I was settled saying "I like you so much, but you drive back to England tomorrow and I want to keep in touch!". I gave him my address but, thankfully, never heard from him again. And two years later he still hadn't got a girlfriend when I spoke to my exchange partner last.
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 16:30, Reply)
French exchange, and the fittest girl in the year, along with her ugly mate were paying me a lot of attention - talking to me, etc. Back then, I was a geeky fellow with very little self confidence, and I actually assumed that they were making fun of me by making me uncomfortable (as I clearly was). At one point, I actually jumped out of a second storey window to get away from them.

It didn't cross my mind that either of them could have been interested in me, but I like to think that with hindsight, they were and had I had my wits about me, I could have been the toast of the year and would now be extremely wealthy, having used my new found self-confidence to carve a career for myself and invent something cool in the dotcom boom.
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 16:17, Reply)
Surely not
..slightly off topic but was screwing the arse off a fit girl from Finland in my halls when, as the vinegar strokes kicked in, she screamed 'Do it all over my face!' so I promptly decorated her mooey with man fat.

She then cleaned herself up and said 'Thanks that was great, you just took my virginity.'

Eh??? 'Do it all over my face'?!?!? WTF???
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 16:10, Reply)
Question Time
When your new, hugely-breasted, fit lady-friend is lying on her bed, in next to bugger-all, in her bedroom, talking to you after a serious drinking session at her houseparty, do you

a) Keep talking, you're after a long-term thing;

b) Take advantage of the situation by getting into some 'Beast With Two Backs' action, and burn those v-plates in style;

c) Say 'let's just be friends, yeah?', walk out of the bedroom and carry on drinking, vomit all over the girl's house, all the while your mates look on in awe that you didn't actually lay the village bike even though it would have been easier than spelling your own name?

Guess what I went for.

She proceeded to rub it in by shagging most of my mates in our social circle, and making me feel pretty damn shitty every time we were out.

A legendary move by yours truly, one that resulted in me waiting for another year to get rid of those v-plates.
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 16:08, Reply)
I was 18 (I know, later starter)
and she was 16. A roman catholic girl, but was extremely randy. Except when it actually came to the actual sex part. We used to hump each other through our clothing, and lets just say that denim leaves friction burns on the parts that other beers can't reach!
Finally did pop the cherry after all with her, and it was shit!
Ah memories!
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 16:06, Reply)
Do I pretend to be deaf?
Short version. My friend meets a guy she is quite determined to make the beast with two backs with. Only trouble is being a good mate she doesn't want to leave me alone.
I agree to go back with her, him and his mate.
The very obvious virgin of this piece being the mate. No way was I interested.

Sitting in the next room to the happily and increasingly noisy coupling couple. I was running out of things to talk about, having not the slightest intention of allowing the sweating virgin anywhere near me.
It got louder and louder and louder we discussed the Clangers, politics, having no money etc etc until they were vitually climaxing next door. Me almost shouting by now over the noise trying to pretend I was deaf and blind to the twitching from the virgin's pant region.

Cannot comment on length or girth as I was not going to touch it.
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 15:56, Reply)
At a post GCSE party at a mates house. My girlfriend and I went for a wander upstairs on her suggestion (hadn't twigged at this point), we accidentally walked in on her best mate in a compromising position in the only free room we could find. After making our apologies she got a bit frisky on the landing before we headed back down (penny still not dropped). Half an hour late when aforementioned mates reappeared and she suggested we go upstairs I said "Nah, I'm OK where I am, thanks, and continued drinking".

Six years later I realised, and eleven years after the event I'm waiting for someone to invent a time machine so I can go back and prevent said travesty occurring.

Laura, if you're out there. I'm more sorry than you know for being dim-witted and generally having very little of any interest to say for myself.

About a year after that I dropped who was probably the fittest bird I've ever been with in order to pursue a bird that was slightly unbalance but 'a dead cert' and promised to take my virginity away. It wasn't worth it. So, Racheal, sorry about that one. You had the most fantastic pair of norks I've ever seen. A year or two later I managed to compound this error by attempting to balance a relationship with a Russian bird while going back home to nob the aforementioned unstable ex. This ended with me being punched in the face on a rainy night in Middlesborough by a raging Russian bird.

...I'm married now. All this shouldn't matter...
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 15:55, Reply)
Vodka is a cruel mistress
When I was in sixth for I went to MedSim, think of it as a 4-day grooming session for wannabe doctors, learning stuff like how to take a patients history, how to suture and how to ace your interview.

On the 4th night, we all go for a booze cruise and a huge party starts. Every person going, including some of the lecturers, all decended on the girls dorm.
Now, I was about 16 when I went and I wasn't a big drinker, so when we start doing all the old drinking games I got very drunk very quickly.

The next thing I remember I'm in a bed, bollock naked, next to the hottest lass on the course, who's also completely naked. There's a girl sleeping UNDER the bed, a couple more asleep in a chair and a lass curled up under my clothes.

Now the naked girl, an absolute stunner, wakes up and gives me a smile... and my mouth just says the first thing that comes to mind.
"Good night was it?"
I couldn't believe I had done it with this girl and couldn't remember popping my cherry, my head was spinning with possiblities, trying to force the memories to come back.

Her response still rings in my head when I've had one too many.

"We had something special planned for you, but you passed out as soon as we laid you down."

There's only really one thing you can say when you realise you missed out popping your cherry with 5 women, at the same time, in the same bed... FUCK
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 15:39, Reply)
in the late nineties we were at a party with a friend of mine who shall remain nameless. a drunken teenage 'crazy' party with all the local girls. all of us were losing our virginities left right and centre that summer and my mate decided it was his turn to get stuck in. he didnt have to try that hard as there was a girl there that was gagging for him to bust her hole. some time after midnight we were standing in the kitchen making comments and stealing the vodka when said girl approaches and leads of our mate by the hand to the bedroom opposite. much hand slapping and laughter ensues. after about 4 1/2 minutes the girl came running out of the room in a fit of anger. she announced to the whole party that my mate had an erect penis that was '... about the size of a clipper lighter...' - to illustrate the point she proceeded to draw a scale picture of it on the living room floor in chalk with the immortal words 'flacido no dingo' scrawled undereath. reckon he went out the window as we didnt see him again that night. dont think he lost it for quite a while after that...
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 15:28, Reply)
So near ...
Twas on a family holiday when I was a mere 16 years old. She was a dusky Italian girl with huge dark eyes and a pneumatic body to kill for.

After a few 'dates' we finally got naked. Her ripe young breasts defied gravity; her plump buttocks were perfect fruits; her neatly shaven sanctuary promised that almost mythical tightness of the virgin. And she was wildly up for it, her hand pumping at my swollen ardour with suspicious expertise.

Then, just as the eager bulb of my rock hard cock had squeezed into the hot liquidity of her untried dell, the bells in the local church began to ring and she had a moment of religious guilt.

There we were, just a few inches away from popping her cherry, and she decided that she could not do the deed. So instead she deep-throated my twitching root (again, with practised expertise) until I pumped my ambrosia into her moaning throat.

I went home the next night and never knew the clasp of her deepest secret.
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 15:28, Reply)
I'm still a virgin.

How am I supposed to apologise for length now?
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 15:15, Reply)
Not Losing
In the mid Nineties, I met a young lady who had recently moved in to our town.
She was very tiny with short black hair, and over several weeks we met in the pub several times a week, we'd play pool, talk and generally have a good time. I didn't think about her in any way other than that of a mate, as she had already told me that she was a lesbian getting over a failed previous relationship, and that she only liked men as friends.
One night I walked her back to her flat, she asked me in for a nightcap, inside she announced to me that she was in love with me and that she was giving up her lesbianism for her love of me, all this seemed a bit heavy, so I went to the bog to think this over a bit.
when I returned she was in her bed and requested that I joined her.
I threw off my clothes and jumped in beside her, after several minutes of foreplay she said lets get down to it for real.
I pulled back the bedclothes, positioned myself between her outstretched legs, and stared down at her gaping love tube only to see that she had a tattoo of a beer barrel just above her pubes. I don't like tattoos and my prick wilted at the sight, no matter what she did to me over the next couple of hours could coax him to rise again to the occasion.
It took me 4 more nights like that before the deed was completed, and we both lost our virginities, well at least I was her first man.
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 15:14, Reply)
Lads weekend away
Me and a few friends from school took a nice little weekend up in Blackpool. We were only 16 and very thankful to any of the bouncers that would let us in to their establishments. We came across one club and all stumbled down into the darkness of the nasty little place, thankful for the amount of alcohol we got served. I got absolutely hammered and started dancing with a girl. I was too obliterated to realise that she was about the size of a hippo and I couldn't fit my arms around her as we slow-danced to "the titanic" themetune (quite apt now, thining back). To boot, she was also Scottish and I couldn't understand a word she was saying.

Stumbling out of the club at 2am, she was up for a bit more but I was in no state to oblige and let one of my oh-so-lucky virgin friends do the honours. He dissapeared into the night and I wondered if I should have passed up the oppurtunity to get rid of my V-plates so easily.

The look of shear horror on his face as he turned up in the morning was enough to let me know that I had had a very very lucky escape. Apparently she rode him hard but it was more of a suffocation attempt. He didn't go on the quest to find any other girls for a long time afterwards. Poor poor lad.

After that lucky escape, I was perfectly happy to wait for a couple of more years until i was sober enough to see what the girl looked like!

Apologies for length - I was a bit too pissed at the time.
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 15:11, Reply)
When I was 17
I was going out with this girl who was also 17, and she was - well - 17 - she was absolutely bloody gorgeous.

And obviously we were very horny.

And we fooled around an awful lot, BUT

She said she was saving herself.

And, because I'd been brought up right, I respected that. I have two older sisters, who had told me in no uncertain terms that when I came of age I was to respect a girl's decision when she says stuff like that, as she would feel pressured and then awful and dirty and used and stuff afterwards if you didn't.

And you, like the rest of them, love my length.

And this girl I was seeing, one evening when we had some time to ourselves, sat across my lap, with just my shirt on, completely unbuttoned, and whispered, "Screw me".

And verily I didde think, "Ah no - for the woman hath been infected with LUST, and she knows not of what she speaks!" and I did notte doe thee dirty deed to her, for I thought of myself as honourable.

And woe was me, for she dumped me shortly afterwards, with that as motivation, I'm pretty damned sure.

And you, like the rest of them, love my length.
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 15:09, Reply)
Okay, one about me this time....
Happened a few times with me, some whilst a virgin, some whilst not a virgin.

I am caffeine intolerant, pretty much to the point whereby anything stronger than a coke or a beer puts me in hospital with heart palpitations. So, whenever a girl asks me to "come inside for a coffee", I refuse (often with the dreadfully unfunny joke "Not for all the tea in china!").

I don't know why, but I've always refused on that line. In case - you know - she's a vindictive bitch and I actually have to drink coffee.
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 15:09, Reply)
Oh, a couple of "opportunities"...
... turned down by me.

On the grounds of "Not even I, a greasy, fat, spotty virgin nerd, am that desperate."

And believe me, there are plenty of girls who will attest to the desperate part.

But even then, known psychos were off the list, and since they were the only ones, as far as I could tell offering, I went to my lovely present partner unsullied at the age of twenty-three.

But my proudest moment is still the response to "Do you want to come up to my room then?" being a very Chris Eccleston doctor style "nah."
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 15:08, Reply)
A mate of mine - Lets call him Jim....
...nicest guy you can meet, and had one thing that me and my mates didn't - morals. He always said he'd lose it to "somebody who is completely honest to him, somebody who trusts me, somebody who wouldn't lie to me". Up steps Jessica.

Jessica was - I'll be honest - short, fat, and not the prettiest thing in the world. In fact, she had a face like a slapped arse. But my mate Jim was happy - Jessica was known in our ultra conservative school to have actually performed the art of oral sex on a man. The filthy slapper.

Cue a drunken teenage party around at Jessica's farm (yes, farm). Jim sat down with me and said "I'm going to do it, I'm going to have sex with Jessica.". He would of been the 7th out of our group of 10 to have sex, I was still Virgo Intact. I gave him one of my condoms.

I watched Jim whisper naughty things into Jessica's ear, and Jessica's eyes light up with a naughty delight. She giggled, grabbed Jim, and led her upstairs. I looked on with a wierd emotion - envy because he would be sex weeing into a girl before me, and pride because - well - Jim was that nice a guy.

However, that niceness doesn't make what I'm about to divulge any less funny.

First there was a large thud, then Jim screamed "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!?!?", then Jessica saying "OOPS! I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY!!"

I locked eyes with my mate Dave, both of us displaying the internationally recognised facial signal of "What the fuck?" on our faces.

Our questioned was answered shortly later with the now-one-legged Jessica hopping down the stairs in a hurry, with Jim brandishing a wooden leg, saying "WHY DID YOU NOT TELL ME ABOUT THIS!?!?", Jessica screaming "I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!?!?!?". Jim threw the leg and it missed Jessica, but it smashed the front door glass.

Jim calmed down, and now he sees the funny side of this. Jessica was more honest about people, and now she's married.

To this day, Jim has yet to rip up his V-Plates. He wants a girl to be honest. Woe betide any woman who is not.

Especially if she has a wooden leg.

Apologies for length, but I have sanded it down to a smooth finish.
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 14:58, Reply)
Hmm, this isn't so much a regretful failure to lose my virginity and I thank god almost every day that i didn't that day. I was in the pub with some mates and waiting in the Q to get myself a pint when this really fit lass comes along and starts talking to me. Then this guy comes up and says "do you want to kiss her" and i said sure and we did. Then he said "do you want to shag her" and i said sure why not. His answer to that was "well you'll have to let me shag you first".

Fuck that for a bag of smarties. The guy was huuuuge - and so I assumed his nob would be too and to be honest i didn't want a buggering. Turns out they were man and wife! She had the same smile as cameron diaz (i shit you not) which means that every time i see her on tv a cold shiver runs through my spine.
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 14:49, Reply)
ooohhh errrr misses
I was 11 or 12, lived on scuzzy council estate. There was a girl who lived nearby and she was diabetic, which for some reason meant she was always left alone (sad innit?). One day asked her to the woods with my mate John, and - how innocent is this - we built camps, altho we usually built them to smoke in.

In our camp she got frisky with me snogging to see what it was like. Then more, a grope, and then 'you show me yours, ill show you mine'. I got to have a feel of her which i remember felt so weird, and then she passed out....

We panicked. Dressed her, hid our fags and we ran home, leaving her there. We felt guilty so we told her dad where she was, who collected her. Never saw her again. I lived in utter fear she would tell and my dad would beat the crap out of me.

For years thought it was what we were doing that caused her to pass out. Course it was her diabeties but i didnt go near girls for 4 or 5 years after. I recently found out my girlfriends family has a history of diabetes...

(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 14:45, Reply)
When I was at 6th form one of the chaps in my class had a fixation with loosing his virginity that was virging on slightly worrying even for a teenage boy it was almost like he was dragging his red hot nads arround in a wheelbarrow.
The object of his affection was bizarely enough the not especially attractive school bike, but he was terrified to so much as look at her dispite the lenghty stories of what he would like to do with her which he would regale us with given half a chance.
He and the lass were both at a classic teenage hooch and shagging on coats teenage party when me and a couple of my mates explained to her about his sorry condition.
"Right then" she said, made a bee line for him and dragged him up the stairs.
Once upstairs she lay on the bed and unzipped him however the touch of her hand was far too much for him to take in his excited state and he emptied his custard all over her thighs just inches short of the target.
A few minutes later she came down stairs and explained exactly what had happened to anyone who would listen, poor bastard.

Still it didn't stop us calling him squirt for the rest of his school career
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 14:36, Reply)
Paddy's big night out
*Name has been changed to protect the innocent*

Paddy was a Fresher, just like I was at the time. I met up with him and a few of his mates in a campus bar, eight years ago now. I was with the alternative music society and we were going to head into the city to the alternative night at a local club. Paddy, being an Irish country hick from the middle of nowhere, had never had the opportunity to go to club of any variety, let alone the alternative variety. So they hooked up with us and we went into the club.

At this point I might add it was basically a rock and alternative music night, not a fetish or otherwise alternative night. Although they did do that sometimes...

Paddy paid, put his coat in the locker room and walked down to the bar. I could tell by the look on his face that this was going to be a good night.

Paddy had a pint. Paddy had a dance. Paddy got pulled. Paddy had another pint, then another. Paddy had a dance. Paddy got pulled, by another girl this time. As you can imagine, he was somewhat amazed by all of this. So were the rest of us for that matter.

Paddy had a pint. Paddy went back to the dancefloor. The two girls propositioned him. At the same time. Paddy freaked out.

I remember dragging/carrying/guiding this strange gabbling collection of limbs back to campus with the rest of his mates. Poor old Paddy, he never did quite live it down.
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 14:32, Reply)
Three years after uni
I'd been seeing a lot of this girl who I'd known for years. We'd first met the night before I'd dumped my previous girlfriend (the one referred to in the last post, so it had been 4 1/2 years). When we'd met each other first of all we'd hated each other, but over the years we'd sort of got to like each other. Then I started seeing a lot of her one summer and got the feeling things might be going somewhere, especially after we'd spent a night snogging in the local park. Classy!

One night we'd been at the pub with a load of our mates and me, her and this other guy had gone for a long walk around town and ended up back at my place. We both want the other guy gone (despite both fancying him as well, but he was straight) but he wouldn't take the hint, so she said she was going to have to go home. The other guy only lived down the road, so we all left my place, he went in one direction and we went in another, hid round the corner until he had disappeared then went back into my house. She asked if she could stay over and I (not taking the obvious hint) said "sure" and started making up the bed in the spare room for her. She asked if I would sleep in the bed with her and I (STILL not taking the hint) agreed and we squeezed into the bed.

After a while we started snogging, groping, etc. but because I was so bloody clueless we didn't actually shag. She left early in the morning to go to work, and I went into my job feeling like shit for the rest of the day.

Still, the following night I went round her place and ended up losing it to her in a threesome with her ex-girlfriend. It wasn't as much fun as it sounds. I was 24. We lasted 3 months after that.
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 14:17, Reply)
First week of my 2nd year at Uni, was leaving the SU when these girls came up to me and asked if I was a fresher.

I said no and they walked off, I only realised my stupidity later.
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 14:14, Reply)
Better story
Don't regret postponing the cherrypopping at all, the chance always seemed to present itself in a quite seedy and desperate way (in a tent, at someone's sleepover, while my parents were out shopping etc.) and I was holding out for something a bit more spectacular.

I lost my virginity to a farmer's "boy" (he was 26 and certainly not a boy) in a cowfield while on holiday in Cleveland. It was all rather terrifying but totally worth it - the whole week was spent living out those haystack/ cowshed/ milking stall fantasies and by the time i got home i was an expert. And a total floozy but never mind.
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 14:12, Reply)
so,so,so,so,so many stories
i guess i just didn't feel like i deserved to. tragic, really.

anyway, 'best' story: uni halls, first year, snuggled up next to a guy who i KNOW wants me, who is funny, smart, sexy, bit odd and lovely, wrapped in a blanket on an armchair in his room, watching a tiny telly, all on our own. this was so completely THE MOMENT. when suddenly, randomly, i get up and walk out. i don't know why, i don't know what made me do it, i'm still angry with myself even now. i am such a twat. i think that was the moment he finally lost patience with me, and would later regale me with stories of his new girlfriend's fetishes whilst i acted the 'platonic friend'. stupid. stupid. stupid.
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 14:11, Reply)

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