Not Losing Your VirginityThink back, way back, to when you were a spotty virgin.* It was all a bit overwhelming, wasn't it? I remember going to see a band as a teenager and standing behind a girl who I kinda liked, but who had been showing a lot of interest in a friend for the past week. She reached back and squeezed my leg.
I panicked. Brain decided that she'd clearly made a mistake and thought I was my friend: "Er, you've got the wrong bloke"
It was hours before I worked out what was going on.
So, tell us the stories of when you failed to lose your virginity - whether through your own ineptitude or simply because they scared the bejesus out of you.
* Apologies to spotty virgins out there. Wash.
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chthonic, Fri 27 Oct 2006, 12:13)
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Another period dramaI had just turned 16 and never got beyond first base. He was 19, experienced and a bit of a lad. I fancied the ARSE off him.
One day he came round unexpectedly and we copped off together in my parent's larder. After some frantic snogging with packets of Supernoodles and garibaldi biscuits tumbling around us, his hand wandered downwards... and I remembered it was blob week. Compounded by the fact my mother still purchased my sanitary products and wouldn't buy me tampons in case I died from Toxic Shock Syndrome.
On finding a handful of padding (thankfully, he ventured outside the pantage at first), he half-heartedly rubbed my super-plus nappy for about thirty seconds before offering me his (suprisingly still erect) cock to sort out.
I duly tugged rhythmically for about 20 minutes, before he mumbled "bit faster". I complied accordingly, he spoffed all over my red miniskirt and went home.
He didn't come back to finish the job. Meh.
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weebear1974 discovering the joy of cat rape since, Mon 30 Oct 2006, 17:43,
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