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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Caught by (as in beside) the fuzz...New Years Eve, 1993.
The girl I'd recently started seeing was strating to get on my tits a bit (ie wouldn't put out) and was ill so I went out with my mates.
Bump into girl I've worked with for a year and absolutely adore. One drink led to another and we're on our way back to mine.
My old man was a pub singer (honest), and so never got home before about 4am on New Years Eve, so I knew we'd have a few hours hanky-panky time.
Get home, house in darkness, up to my room, getting friendly... when my light goes on. It's my Dad... apparently my Mum had not been well, and they'd come home early and gone straight to bed.
He'd been alerted by the moans coming from my room. The moans of said lady and I enjoyed my first taste of a woman.
Amazingly, we stayed friends, though never did end up doing the do. Shame.
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Joe Scaramanga with a G-double-O-D vibration, Wed 1 Nov 2006, 14:24,
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