
Let's explode some myths here. Personally, I ended up severely bruised from, erm, over exertion and was so embarrassed I hid for days. I really fancied her too.
Confess all to B3ta
( , Thu 3 Mar 2005, 8:37)
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We were both virgins. I was 16, he was 17. After arranging the date and time of my de-flowering a few days earlier (not a romantic bone in my 16-year-old self), neither of us really knew how to go about it.
It sounds like the perfect scenario now, in theory. He was too big, i was too small and so two days of bleeding ensued. After we had spent an age trying (him suggesting i impale myself on him - owwww!) we walked to Regents park, watched the sun set as blossom fell around us. He then had a mad dash home to hide some condom wrappers, in case his very religious mother found them.
( , Thu 3 Mar 2005, 16:20, Reply)
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