'ere, put this on.
I was almost 16, sat bored and alone on some cheap plastic lawn furniture at a friend's 15th Birthday party, getting mildly drunk and wishing I hadn't bothered coming. I'd already decided to quit drinking almost a year prior, but they had Caffreys and I was bored. I think this was actually the last time alcohol ever passed my lips in any tangible quantity, but anyway...

Also sat on her own was some weird girl who was new at school and hadn't really established any friends yet. She was an odd one anyway. The previous week I'd let her borrow my Windows 95 CD, and I'd spoken to her in English lessons a couple of times. Aside from that she was pretty much a stranger. Eventually she approached me, asking "You're look as bored as I am, wanna walk me home? I'm done with your Windows 95 so you can have it back." I accepted, and we walked the short distance up the street to her house making fun of the lousy music that was playing at the party. Aqua I believe.

When we got to her house, it was empty, 'cept for a very untidy living room. She motioned me to sit on the couch while she went upstairs to find my CD. After listening to a few minutes of rustling and rumbling upstairs, she came back downstairs holding a CD and something else. She threw the mystery object into my lap and said "Put that on." I looked down, it was a condom. I looked back up at her, and my naivity got the better of me. I responded "What for?"

She started laughing at me and responded with "Why do you think?" I just kept my trap shut. She reached up under her skirt and started pulling down her underwear, almost falling as she did 'cause she was pretty drunk too. I unzipped and pulled my jeans down just far enough to allow me to pull the condom onto my half-erect cock. I'm fairly sure I put it on inside out. She knelt with her legs either side of me and we gyrated and bustled as I tried to fumble myself into her. After much grunting, pushing, mis-aims and looking at eachother like you'd look at a mongoloid who was trying to shine your shoes with a brick, I popped inside and away she went. Being a coward, I kept my hands down by my side and didn't dare even touch her as she bounced away. A whole 10 seconds later, her overenthusiastic bouncing resulted in something rather tragic. I slipped out, and she descended upon my now fully erect cock with a force similar to a Japanese bullet train... or so it felt. I shrieked in agony and threw her off me and snapped off the rubber to nurse my annihilated willy. She said something, but I wasn't paying attention.

I pulled up my jeans and hobbled out of the door, managing to groan "seeya," just as I left. The 5 minute walk home seemed to take forever... some of the worst pain I'd ever experienced. And worst of all... I FORGOT MY WINDOWS 95 CD!

Since it was such a short, unsatisfying encounter... I'm only counting that as 10% of my virginity lost.

After that I didn't have sex until I was 22 years old (just last year, almost exactly a year ago) with a woman who is now my wife as of February 13th! I'd known her online for years and years, and we talked almost every day. Things started getting flirtier and flirtier, until one day I decided "fuck it" and flew thousands of miles to the US to see her. After travelling for almost 26 hours without more than an hour's sleep I arrived in Minneapolis airport where she was waiting for me, looking absolutely fantastic. By the time we'd got to her car we'd already pretty much groped every single part of eachother. However, for obvious reasons we were eager to get home so we hit the road. We didn't make it past the first rest area before we were fucking in the car, which is extremely illegal in Minnesota apparently. Despite Red Bull being the only thing keeping me alive, I somehow managed to stay awake so we could fuck a bunch more times that day.
( MarkyH feels like the H in Bob Hoskins' name, Sat 5 Mar 2005, 17:57, Reply)