Losing Your Virginity
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)
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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I lost my virginity in my best friend's bed
Luckily he wasn't in it at the time.
During the summer of 1998 I hung out with this girl all the time. I liked her, but didn't know what to do, and she had a dumbass redneck boyfriend in a small town college half a day's drive away. As soon as the next school year started, she decided she wanted to dump him.
We decided to meet up on September 26, Thanksgiving Day in Canada, and go to a rave, something neither of us had done before, but my aforementioned best friend did all the time. But on the day she showed up at my place with her boyfriend and some other girl. I was confused, but when his back was turned she whispered to me "help me."
So I dragged my ass down to this rave and conned my way through the media entrance. This girl desperately wanted to dump the guy, but she couldn't do it with this third girl around, so it was my job to distract her. This girl was an exchange student from some Scandinavian country, and I kept her distracted just long enough so my friend could confront her boyfriend. Once that began it was apparent what was going on. The exchange student told me she'd have to drive all the way back home that night with this guy and she dreaded it.
I went with my friend to a bar and we proceeded to get wasted. Then, having no place left to go, I broke into my best friend's apartment, scaring the bejesus out of his roommate, and got her into the bedroom. Things were awkward and she wouldn't let me go down on her, but at least I outlasted her. It lasted as painfully long as this story right here.
Anyway, my best friend came home in the morning from this rave, and man was he pissed.
The girl went home to her university town and made herself available to everyone there. A couple weeks later I found out she actually wasn't my girlfriend.
As for that exchange student girl, well, the redneck ex-boyfriend definitely had his way with her. Scandinavians, don't send your kids on exchange programs to small North American towns.
( , Thu 3 Mar 2005, 18:33, Reply)
Luckily he wasn't in it at the time.
During the summer of 1998 I hung out with this girl all the time. I liked her, but didn't know what to do, and she had a dumbass redneck boyfriend in a small town college half a day's drive away. As soon as the next school year started, she decided she wanted to dump him.
We decided to meet up on September 26, Thanksgiving Day in Canada, and go to a rave, something neither of us had done before, but my aforementioned best friend did all the time. But on the day she showed up at my place with her boyfriend and some other girl. I was confused, but when his back was turned she whispered to me "help me."
So I dragged my ass down to this rave and conned my way through the media entrance. This girl desperately wanted to dump the guy, but she couldn't do it with this third girl around, so it was my job to distract her. This girl was an exchange student from some Scandinavian country, and I kept her distracted just long enough so my friend could confront her boyfriend. Once that began it was apparent what was going on. The exchange student told me she'd have to drive all the way back home that night with this guy and she dreaded it.
I went with my friend to a bar and we proceeded to get wasted. Then, having no place left to go, I broke into my best friend's apartment, scaring the bejesus out of his roommate, and got her into the bedroom. Things were awkward and she wouldn't let me go down on her, but at least I outlasted her. It lasted as painfully long as this story right here.
Anyway, my best friend came home in the morning from this rave, and man was he pissed.
The girl went home to her university town and made herself available to everyone there. A couple weeks later I found out she actually wasn't my girlfriend.
As for that exchange student girl, well, the redneck ex-boyfriend definitely had his way with her. Scandinavians, don't send your kids on exchange programs to small North American towns.
( , Thu 3 Mar 2005, 18:33, Reply)
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