Not Losing Your Virginity
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)
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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When sayings make sense...
Lovely, lovely Vicki. I'd had a crush on her for years but never with anything looking likely to overcome our "friendship" barrier. Then one night in the pub we began flirting. I was absolutely sure of it. But I still lacked the balls to convert the cuddling into a kiss.
I walked her home, our mate Ben tagging along... me hoping he'd piss off. We ended up back at her house, on the floor. She pretended to be asleep so I undid her top and slipped my hand inside, she stirred in my direction.
Then I felt Ben's hand on the other tit. He'd decided it was perfectly acceptable to shuffle up and join in. Now she stirred in his direction...
Two things should have happened: she should have screamed... and I should have told Ben to fuck off.
But she went with it and I thought it better to have something over nothing so I did too. It was only when she opened her eyes and saw her male flatmate sitting on a chair watching the proceedings (I'd decided to keep quiet about that detail as well...) that she decided it was time to call it quits.
I cringe now that I would have happily had a threesome with another bloke and a male onlooker just to pop my cherry. Yet at the time it all seemed to make perfect sense. Two hands on a bird is worth it to get one in the bush, I suppose.
Never did get a kiss off her... nor a second chance. Gutted!
( , Tue 31 Oct 2006, 6:05, Reply)
Lovely, lovely Vicki. I'd had a crush on her for years but never with anything looking likely to overcome our "friendship" barrier. Then one night in the pub we began flirting. I was absolutely sure of it. But I still lacked the balls to convert the cuddling into a kiss.
I walked her home, our mate Ben tagging along... me hoping he'd piss off. We ended up back at her house, on the floor. She pretended to be asleep so I undid her top and slipped my hand inside, she stirred in my direction.
Then I felt Ben's hand on the other tit. He'd decided it was perfectly acceptable to shuffle up and join in. Now she stirred in his direction...
Two things should have happened: she should have screamed... and I should have told Ben to fuck off.
But she went with it and I thought it better to have something over nothing so I did too. It was only when she opened her eyes and saw her male flatmate sitting on a chair watching the proceedings (I'd decided to keep quiet about that detail as well...) that she decided it was time to call it quits.
I cringe now that I would have happily had a threesome with another bloke and a male onlooker just to pop my cherry. Yet at the time it all seemed to make perfect sense. Two hands on a bird is worth it to get one in the bush, I suppose.
Never did get a kiss off her... nor a second chance. Gutted!
( , Tue 31 Oct 2006, 6:05, Reply)
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