In all my cave-hiding in the last few days, I missed another anniversary. August 18th. The anniversary of my virginity loss.
You really don't want to know how many years it's been.
Okay. I'll tell you. If you can hear about what color my bleeding is, you can handle it. Sixteen years. HOLY SHIT. SIXTEEN YEARS? Yeah, I'm 30. My brilliant self lost my virginity at the ripe old age of 14. What was I THINKING?
I only did it once, then not again for another 2 years. The story is long (would take longer to tell than it did to happen) and really not all that amusing. The sex was not exactly completed and basically terrible. And in a TMI but sort of funny-later way, it is still the largest penis I've ever seen up close and personal. Yeah, and me a virgin. You can imagine how that went.
No, we didn't use a condom. Yes, I was a moron. I think that is obvious. I was FOURTEEN.
Thus began my first 2ww. Obviously the desired result was a little different than now. Of course, I was wholly convinced I was pregnant despite the fact that he didn't finish. But you know, we learned in school that there is sperm in precum and it only takes once and don't-you-dare-have-sex-cause-you-WILL-get-pregnant. Hahahahahahaha.
Of course, I wasn't pregnant. I didn't get pregnant for another 15 years. And then not from sex. I think there should be a way to reclaim all the hours I spent in sex-ed in school. I was lied to.
On the other hand, maybe his swimmers swim properly. Hell, he was 16, he probably had 20 billion motile sperm. And what cute little babies we'd have made. He was tall and lanky & had beautiful light blue eyes. He also never called me again. Jackass.
We ran into each other a few months later and you could tell he knew he was a jackass. I let him off the hook and hugged him good-bye and he hugged me for what must have been a good 5 minutes. I think he was grateful for the forgiveness. I honestly hold no bitterness towards him at all. He had no more business doin' the deed than I did. I think we both did just cause we were "supposed" to. I mean, his brother was screwing my best friend. That's how it worked. It was high school, you know?
What a funny trip down memory lane. As much as I know I was an idiot, I can't say I regret it. I mean, I regret that my first time wasn't with someone I was in love with. That it wasn't sweet & romantic. But you know, no harm, no foul. I hope he's doing well.
So tell me, readers. How was your first time? I love these stories. I'm such a voyeur.