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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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this was my best story to tell people for about 2 months.
she had been going out with my best friend for 2 years, who was in iowa and we decided we couldn't do it till they broke up. at this point i was a virgin and she had fucked my best friend. first two topless blowjobs of my life happened during the week that he was away and still going out with her. she broke up with him over the phone and the next day all day at work i knew it was coming. we got high and went to a place we had both been to as kids with paths and trails and such leading through the woods to certain places and started walking around till we got to this giant rock sticking out of the ground and decided to lie down. a couple hundred possibly west nile infected mosquito bites later we gave up and headed back to the car. on the way, she thought it fitting to throw both of her sandals into the bushes and made no attempt to find them again. this would have been fine if we hadn't ended up going to the beach afterward. this is the only beach i've ever been to that has no sand, and rocks instead. at this point it was also pitch black. i imagine it was quite a sight; both of us high and itchy, me walking with a stalk-on, wearing sunglasses and bracing her drunkenlike stumbling sans sandals over the rocky beach. we got to this other place which also had a giant rock sticking out of the ground, laid down in a large crack in the rock, her head on my chest and we looked at the stars. i realized that if we were going to do it, i would be impaled on the jagged corner of rock that was sticking into my back no matter how i lay. we looked for a more comfortable place and found a horizontal area with moss and stuff. started making out like it was our job, took off our clothes and at last, i lost my virg---

or not. 10 minutes in we started hearing voices coming from the path on the beach. this continued for a few minutes, it sounded like the voices were getting closer but we couldn't tell. after a while they stopped, she looked around, and kept going. (she was on top). we forgot about the voices until all of a sudden they were right on the top of the rock. (the rock being giantic, it being pitch black, and us being far down on the side of the rock, they didn't see us somehow for the minute or so they were standing there.) she could see their faces, a boy and a girl. the stupidest conversation i've ever heard was rattling out of the boy's throat. "you know, the universe is just constantly expanding. it just goes on forever." and the girl said "WOOOW." it continued like that with us nervously starting and stopping when we thought we could get away with it and when we thought they would catch us. finally we realized it was useless and if we stayed there another minute we would be discovered. we hurriedly, furiously, and silently shoved our clothes back on and hauled ass back over the beach, now neither of us wearing shoes, and me with the most intense tumescence of my life. we got back to the car finally and saw it was 1/4 past 11pm and she was supposed to be home at 11 so she could go to her college orientation all day the next day. i raced home after dropping her off and had the saddest wank of my life.

two days later, we went out, got high again, stole a traffic barrel, stuck it in the back seat and trunk of my mini cooper and forgot about it until we decided it was time to officially pop my cherry.
"what do you want to do?" "you" "i knew you were going to say that" "is that why you said it?" -nods feverishly grinning- we pushed back and reclined the passenger seat as far as we could until it dented the traffic barrel. the cramped experience was sadly, the best sex of either of our lives at the time.
(, Sat 28 Oct 2006, 1:10, Reply)

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