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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Know your limitsAged 15, working on a school production (some wanky pantomime, but I fancied the arse off one of the buff sixth-form stage hands). A bespectacled, stooped, spotty, fat-tongued gimmer called James propositioned me with the seductive line, "As you're not good looking either, how about it?"
Admittedly, I did have ginger hair and some rather impressive orthodontic metalwork adorning my teeth - however, also being in possession of a nice pair of tits and, more importantly, a fucking pulse, I felt I was arguably perhaps out of his league.
I therefore turned down his kind offer to relieve me of my virginity. He managed to compound the insult by being really affronted by my refusal.
Never did get more than a snog off the buff stage hand, however, I did successfully pop my cherry a year later. And James? I expect he finally met his soul mate in one of them "Holy shit! It feels just like a rubber minge!" contraptions and lived happily ever after.
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weebear1974 discovering the joy of cat rape since, Sun 29 Oct 2006, 23:08,
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