Not deliberate, I promise.
A few years back now, my new girlfriend and I were heading to a well-known music festival. She was with her group (including the boyfriend she hadn't quite managed to get rid of yet) at one end of the campsite and I was with a couple of friends at the other end. I camped near the arena which, as anyone who's been to that sort of thing will know, is a bit of a double-edged sword - fair play, you don't get lost, but it does sort of mean you're on everyone else's main route back.

We spent every night together, as she escaped from arguments among her group. However, despite the fact that their relationship had been dead for ages before I was on the scene, I decided that we shouldn't do the horizontal thang until she'd properly finished with the other guy. So, one afternoon, after a particularly vicious argument while watching some band I don't remember, she told him where to go.

Did I mention that my tent was bought for a tenner from Lidl or some such shop and was tiny (a fact commented on by passers-by every few seconds) and a bit see-through? And that there was a ventilation thing in the top that was left open thanks to the cover flap thing being nicked the day before?

That night, I lost my virginity... surrounded by several thousand people who, I would guess, saw pretty much everything.

Epilogue: we were together for a year and a bit after that; such activities were never repeated.
( Dave McF wrote some words on, Wed 29 Apr 2009, 22:51, Reply)