Nooooooo. Please someone help me!
Aged 14/15 I was really quite a cool younger brother and my 17/18 yo sister and her mates used to take me out with them every now and then cos I was too cool to have friends (I don't think Cornwall was ready for the asymmetrical haircut à la Human League at the time).

One summer, when the parents had toddled off to France for a holiday, my sister and her mates were going off to Helston for the annual festival, which is just about the only thing of note that ever happens down there, and invited me to go along with them.

Fairy muff says I and we pile into the car and we head off to Helston to commence with imbibing the obligatory Spingo from the Blue Anchor along with some speed of dubious provenance and efficacy.

End of the night and, due to sis having met extra mates there, we realise there are too many people to all get back to ours in the car in one go, so my sister's going to have to drop some off to start with and go back for the rest.

Obviously, with it being our house and my sister having to return to pick others up, I'm going to have to go back in the first batch. Sister's mate Vicky promptly (and somewhat suspiciously) volunteers to also go back first which will leave enough room on the second run for everyone else.

Cutting an already long story short, sister drops Vicky and I at the house and drives off with promises that she'll be no longer than 30 mins. Fine, no problem...until Vicky starts trying to be a little too familiar.

My sister eventually returns (having met a bloke and decided NOT to return immediately as promised) and I'm finally safe from Vicky's scarily forward advances, having had to spend the last 3 hours fending her off by playing Stay Alive (The Ultimate Survival Game).

It wasn't that I wasn't ready, I was desperate to lose my virginity. Just not THAT desperate.

Yes I probably was a bit spotty, but that was what the long hair was for.
(si-mong, Tue 31 Oct 2006, 20:57, Reply)