i were only a wee seventeen year old...
and had just failed my first driving test. badly. so the girlfriend came over to comfort me in my abject spackerness.

we fooled around quite a bit, and happened to notice a fair bit of blood. we put two and two together and figured that we'd broken something that would normally have hurt.

still, we were both covered in blood, so we thought we probably ought to get clean. so we went and had a shower. and it's bloody difficult to get laid the first time in a shower - trying to hold her up against the wall without sliding all over the place *and* concentrating on not finishing the job too early.

the best part was my mother trying to console me for failing my driving test afterwards: 'i hope you weren't too disappointed...'

we broke up when i hit uni, and it wasn't until the following year that i had my next experience, with another virgin girlie. this one was older than me, and canadian, and for some reason made an entirely unilateral decision that i was going to be it. this consisted of asking me to walk her back home from the party, where i left rather a lot of alcohol and cds assuming i was coming back (i was rather naive at the time, i'll admit).

on the way back, she then tells me that she wants me to stay the night. i figure that my friends will take care of the cds and alcohol (i got the cds back, at least) and i can get laid.

the following morning, she decides to tell me that it was her first time. bit of a suprise to me, that was...

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(blades is looking for a brain, any brain, at, Tue 8 Mar 2005, 13:32, Reply)