Virginity lost at ?

My wife was of legal age and on oral contraceptives. She was the last of her circle of friends to lose her virginity, and she was feeling a certain degree of pressure. She told me that she was "ready". She wasn't afraid. She just wanted to do it. The girls knew slightly older guy who they used to party with because he could get them weed and alcohol. He had fucked some of her friends. She said she was at a party and had gotten stoned, which made her extra horny. The guy knew she wanted to be fucked, because her friends told him. They started making out, and then went into an adjacent room, where he fucked her. She told me that it went really well. She told me he was actually a good lover and he was considerate and took good care of her. She gave him head. He ate her out. she was very wet, so penetration wasn't too bad. He fucked her in a lot of positions. He inseminated her in doggy, which she loved. she told me she will always love him because her turned her from a girl into a woman, and she gave him something no other man could ever have.. She eventually found out that he also took her sisters virginity as well, which was a little awkward.
 
Lost mine at 18 to a guy I’d dated a couple times. He invited me over to “ watch tv”. Being fairly naive still I went. He hadn’t been home from work long and had cooked himself a pizza and we were sitting on the couch and as he ate I began innocently running my fingers along the back of his neck. He said if I didn’t stop he wouldn’t be able to control himself. I didn’t take it seriously so I didn’t stop. If anything I just thought we’d kiss a little , maybe make out a little, nothing too heavy. But he proceeds to pick me up and carry me to his bed. He began kissing me and removing my jeans and panties. I told him I’d never gone that far before hoping he’d stop but he didn’t. There was nothing sweet or tender about any of it. He just climbed on top, penetrated me and when finished climbed off. I was sitting on the end of his bed in shock and feeling so dirty and he begins telling me that “ making love” is a beautiful thing ! I went to the bathroom to clean up and told him I wanted to leave. He drive me back to where I’d parked my car , knelt down as I sat quietly in my car and asked if I was ok ! I just left and cried all the way home . I remember wondering if anyone would be able to tell by looking at me the next day.
I never heard from him again but months later I was told he’d told someone that he had only been using me to make his ex gf jealous. I didn’t know there was an ex gf or I wouldn’t have gone out with him. I didn’t have sex again until I was 20 and in love with my first serious boyfriend after dating for 3 mths I finally gave in to him.
 
I was just chatting with a friend of mine about a conversation they had with some co-workers. They were at a bar with three co-workers and they were all chatting about what their first partnered sexual activity was and at what age. My friend mentioned that they have never had sex. Their co-workers were shocked. One asked them to confirm their age (they're 28). To make themselves feel better, they told them that I'm 38 years old and have never had sex. I'm not mad or anything, don't worry. I just find it comical. By the way, I've been to their office before and met one of the people they were with that night.
 
Good for you for being confident in who you are ! I’m not sure but my son may be asexual also. He told me years ago while still in school that he was. It was a term I was unfamiliar with. He’s 30 and still has never dated nor had any desire to meet anyone. To be honest it’s not what I would have chosen for him but it’s his life . He’s a good guy, respectful, kind hearted and honest so I can’t complain.
 
15. I am a male.

With my social science teacher (married female).

A relationship we maintained for more than a decade, even as she and I both knew I had other gfs and sex mates simultaneously in life.
 
I was 15, she was 14. but two grades behind. I thought she was very pretty, but too young. She was petite with crystal blue eyes, short dark hair, a pixie smile and very physically fit. She made it known to all her friends that she was interested in me. Though initially hesitant, I was very happy to indulge her interest. She was very smart and interesting. Her father was a professor at MIT and she inherited his sharp mind. We dated for a while, neighborhood kids. We'd walk and talk together for hours holding hands. She'd babysit and ask permission for me to go over. Typically, kids went to bed early. When we first started going out, we'd kiss for a long time, a little touching. One day, we were kissing and I was touching up, she leaned back, unbuckled her jeans, then unzipped them, pulled them down about 6" and we had that adventure for several weeks. It was a revelation for me, the texture, shape, feel and her response. She'd get very wet and I was proud of that. One day we were at her house, no one home, and she got up from the couch with her jeans already open, then took off one sock, walked a few feet and took off the other, then went around the corner. At the bottom of the stairs I found her jeans, halfway up, her top and bra, and at the top of the stairs, her panties. She was in her room. Soon after, her parents moved across country and I didn't see her again. Years later, I encountered her sister who told me that she'd had four kids and was generally happy, but didn't survive cancer.
 
15. Lost to my girlfriend at the time for her to move away a month later, followed by rumors her mom made her move because she was pregnant. Then she returned 3 years later and gave me the cold shoulder while others whispered I was a dead beat dad for a couple months. Finally after that she cleared it all up and explained she hadn't been pregnant and I wasn't a father
 
We were both 18; me by six months, her just. She had lost her virginity almost a year earlier. I was mostly happy with all the oral and handjobs, and I could get her off quite well. She was insistent “There are things and places fingers cannot reach. Yours is good sized and I want it in me.” I was mostly terrified, we used a condom and I lasted long enough to get her over the top before I came which in retrospect was amazing. Of course the condom burst—which remains a kink for me to this day. We avoided pregnancy somehow, and probably had sex four more times before I was off to university.
 
I was 18, the young lady was above the age of consent. 60 years later, we’re still a couple. Note, there have been encounters with a few other people for both of us over the intervening years. LOL
 
I lost it at 19 as a Sophomore in College. My wife lost it 3 years earlier at 16. Before we met she had LOT's of boyfriends and I.... not a single girlfriend. In fact, I had kissed a girl only once. She was my Sr. Prom date and she was a family friend. ..Our moms set up the date. Yep, pretty sad.. :ROFLMAO:

The fact is, for reasons I won't go into, I was incredibly insecure in high school and through my freshman year of college.. So much so, that I couldn't bring myself to ask a single girl out. Though I desperately wanted a girl friend, I felt totally invisible to them.

Early in my freshman year at college, I experienced a life-changing event. My room mate brought his bench-press and weights from home and encouraged me to start using them. Within weeks, I fell in love with weight-lifting and soon was a fixture at the campus gym. It did wonders for my self-esteem. By the time I returned as a Sophomore, I had put on 20 lbs of muscle. Plus, my skin cleared up, I grew another inch and I got a decent haircut. Though I still lacked the courage to approach girls, I could tell they were starting to notice me. Meanwhile, a very pretty girl, who was from a town next to mine, had moved onto our co-ed floor; just across the hall and three doors down. Almost from day one, she gave a clear signal that she liked me. Still, I couldn't muster the courage to make any kind of move. Lucky for me, I didn't need to.

During our first floor party two weeks into the semester, she approached me and said, "Show me your room." As soon as the door closed, she was all over me...kissing me deeply and pulling me onto my bed - the top bunk. A few moments, later she was undressing and telling me to do the same. In the span of 20 minutes, I had french kissed her, fondled her breasts, sucked her nipples, fingered her, received oral sex, performed oral sex, and had intercourse! I didn't even wear a condom because she was on birth control. All at once, I went from having no experience with sex whatsoever to doing ALL the things I ever dreamed of doing. For the rest of the semester, we slept together most nights - sometimes in my room, sometimes in hers. And often, we'd quietly make love once the room mate fell asleep. I was so pre-occupied with my first girlfriend that my grades tanked, and I couldn't have cared less.

After a brief break up a few years later, we got back together and eventually married. And after nearly 40 years together, I'm blessed to say that I still love the girl who took my virginity more than anything on this earth. And....we still have sex at least twice per week. :love:
 
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