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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Karan[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)
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