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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I'd managed to repress this until today...I had to lose mine; I was 21 and I nicknamed 'Virgil' at uni after I'd confided in a mate of my predicament.
First proper GF, who, for the purpose of this story, I will call Janet (as was her name). 18, pert and very stunning. I'd already been bollocked by a mate of mine, the worldly-wise, shag-anything-that-moved, Roger for not taking the hint when I'd been at her place, sans parents, and she'd asked, cheekily, whether I wanted to dry her back after a shower and I'd taken it as a joke.
Six months in to our 'relationship' the time was right. It was in my parents bed, things were stirring, her stockinged thighs needed very little teasing open and i was ready to do the business.
Thing was, I didn't have a cocking clue what to do. I knew the theory, I just didn't wasn't sure about the practice. There was a bit of fumbling (she didn't know what she was doing either), a slightly odd, slightly painful sensation and then I gave up. Obviously hiding her pissed-offedness, she said it was okay and that we could try again later. Six months later, the poor girl was still waiting (I was terrified) and promptly dumped me, two days before our first 12 months together for maximum effect. With hindsight I can't really blame her.
Serveral girlfriends afterwards I couldn't work up the bottle for any of them and thought I would die a virgin.
Then I met a lass a few years older than me, separated from husband and in need of some ugly-bumping. Afterwards, i wondered why something so 'easy' had filled me with so much dread. You couldn't stop me after that, even though some mates tried, especially whilst drunk I took a fat bird home. But that's for another QOTW
Apologies for lack of girth (if you're listening Janet!)
(, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 21:11, Reply)
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