Colonel Contin
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I figured I'd start a thread lamenting the loss of my innocence (lol). These stories have been exchanged here before, but I figured I'd invite any interested parties to jump in and share the tale of their squandered virginity as well.
Mine comes with a back-story:
I had just turned fifteen when I fell in love for the first time. She was tall (6'1) and silly. She was a year older than me and I thought she was so fucking cool. I couldn't believe she was into me... it made me feel attractive for the first time, and that was a pretty special feeling.
I had a pretty grim self-image about as far back as I could remember. I was quiet and overweight... too passive to defend myself when the 'cool' kids pinched my man-tits. The spring/summer before I met this girl I had dropped about 85 pounds and developed an attitude, but I guess I still wasn't too sure of myself.
When she looked at me I felt wanted. She smothered me with attention and worshiped the ground I walked on. My family loved her. We were going to get married.
Since we were destined to be together forever, there was no rush to hop in the sack. She was raised catholic and some of the doctrine must have rubbed off because she was determined to 'wait until marriage'. I played along, thinking "this kind of sucks and my friends all think I'm insane, but it's not a dealbreaker". We were together for almost 4 years. Attraction waned, and we eventually split up. Within a month she was pregnant with her new boyfriend's baby (I was like, 'what the fuck?'). I was still a virgin.
Her best friend from highschool had always been into me. I think she'd been sniffing around the sidelines waiting for this to happen. One night she came over and seduced me. It was a week before my 19th birthday and I deserved a present. Besides, I found her overwhelmingly attractive, so I didn't put up a fight (see, I never had any moralistic objection to having frivolous sex, I just wasn't the type to push it). I remember the panties she was wearing... neon green hip-huggers with horizontal pinstripes. I could smell her faintly when I took them off. We had careful missionary sex (with a condom) on the hideaway bed that folded out of the closet in my flat. It was pretty sterile, in retrospect, but I remember feeling so alive in that triumphant, mundane moment.
I became mildly obsessed with this girl, but she couldn't really be bothered to date me seriously. She trailed me along for a couple years, maintaining enough of a relationship with me to keep me around. I stayed in her bed most nights. When she was having sex with other guys, I slept on her couch. She eventually caved and gave me a half-hearted commitment, but ultimately that just meant she had to be more sneaky about fucking around. If I hadn't been so young and insecure I would have probably settled for FWBs, but I thought I could have her... and she claimed to love me. All in all, I think she had sex with 8 other people by the time we'd finished dating, but she always denied cheating. For the most part, I can rise above resentment, save, perhaps, one slimy trespass: She always made me feel like a square for wanting to use a condom... and here and there I would let it slide as to 'impress her with my daring'. I ended up with chlamydia.
What a shitbag.
Anyhow, I don't suppose I ever really treasured my virginity, but the memory couldn't have been less magical.
Anybody else?
Was everybody else's first time fairytalesque?
Mine comes with a back-story:
I had just turned fifteen when I fell in love for the first time. She was tall (6'1) and silly. She was a year older than me and I thought she was so fucking cool. I couldn't believe she was into me... it made me feel attractive for the first time, and that was a pretty special feeling.
I had a pretty grim self-image about as far back as I could remember. I was quiet and overweight... too passive to defend myself when the 'cool' kids pinched my man-tits. The spring/summer before I met this girl I had dropped about 85 pounds and developed an attitude, but I guess I still wasn't too sure of myself.
When she looked at me I felt wanted. She smothered me with attention and worshiped the ground I walked on. My family loved her. We were going to get married.
Since we were destined to be together forever, there was no rush to hop in the sack. She was raised catholic and some of the doctrine must have rubbed off because she was determined to 'wait until marriage'. I played along, thinking "this kind of sucks and my friends all think I'm insane, but it's not a dealbreaker". We were together for almost 4 years. Attraction waned, and we eventually split up. Within a month she was pregnant with her new boyfriend's baby (I was like, 'what the fuck?'). I was still a virgin.
Her best friend from highschool had always been into me. I think she'd been sniffing around the sidelines waiting for this to happen. One night she came over and seduced me. It was a week before my 19th birthday and I deserved a present. Besides, I found her overwhelmingly attractive, so I didn't put up a fight (see, I never had any moralistic objection to having frivolous sex, I just wasn't the type to push it). I remember the panties she was wearing... neon green hip-huggers with horizontal pinstripes. I could smell her faintly when I took them off. We had careful missionary sex (with a condom) on the hideaway bed that folded out of the closet in my flat. It was pretty sterile, in retrospect, but I remember feeling so alive in that triumphant, mundane moment.
I became mildly obsessed with this girl, but she couldn't really be bothered to date me seriously. She trailed me along for a couple years, maintaining enough of a relationship with me to keep me around. I stayed in her bed most nights. When she was having sex with other guys, I slept on her couch. She eventually caved and gave me a half-hearted commitment, but ultimately that just meant she had to be more sneaky about fucking around. If I hadn't been so young and insecure I would have probably settled for FWBs, but I thought I could have her... and she claimed to love me. All in all, I think she had sex with 8 other people by the time we'd finished dating, but she always denied cheating. For the most part, I can rise above resentment, save, perhaps, one slimy trespass: She always made me feel like a square for wanting to use a condom... and here and there I would let it slide as to 'impress her with my daring'. I ended up with chlamydia.
What a shitbag.
Anyhow, I don't suppose I ever really treasured my virginity, but the memory couldn't have been less magical.
Anybody else?
Was everybody else's first time fairytalesque?
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