Losing the "V" Plates.
Look we've all been there.
Stops, looks around and remembers where he is. Let's begin again.

Despite what you may have seen in the movies - there is no musical interlude or sweeping shots of nubile young bodies becoming languorously intertwined. There's no close ups of tender kisses becoming more fervent and passionate and no suggestive pan shots following the male protagonist as he kisses the curves of a fit female form moving slowly and inexorably from her underboob down her trim belly towards her trembling and bucking pubis.

Or at least there wasn't for me.
We met during an inter-school production of "A Midsummer Nights Dream". Calm Down - we were both over the Age of Consent!
Jacinta was a big girl, not fat but certainly voluptuous. An absolute cracking set of norks on her - to this day those tits still fuel some of the one handed shuffles that occasionally happen. Anyway, Jay (as was her nickname) took an immediate shine to me - we were both backup dancers and as such found ourselves with a lot of spare time on our hands. Spare time Jay used to her fullest advantage in getting me interested in her. By doing things like snogging me and getting me to put my fingers down her pants and into her foofoo and wiggling them just so. She was very instructive. Me being an innocent but albeit teen-aged boy - I jumped at every opportunity.

As it was a week or so before opening night we were at my mum's house practising lines. Unfortunately not alone - I had a Japanese exchange student staying with us and despite all the signals (Jay straddling me and us playing extensive tonsil hockey) Nakatumi just wasn't getting the message that we wanted some alone time. Eventually Jacinta whispered in my ear that we should adjourn somewhere more private. So off to the laundry it was. She insisted we close the sliding door shut and lay down some towels on the cold, tiled floor- apparently she was a little bit private and also at the heaviest point of her menstrual flow and there maybe blood. She also proclaimed to not wanting a cold bum. Naive me didn't think twice - remember teenager and offer of sex. She mentioned that despite the fact that she wasn't really suffering - she'd read in Cosmo that a good humping helped ease the cramps.
It started well - I've already mentioned how pleasant her breasts were. And then the knickers came off. It was a fucking slaughter house down there. She guided my hand to pull on what looked like a white mouse tail poking out and out slid what looked like a fucking massacred rodent. Then she not-so-gently pushed my head down there and instructed me to lick and kiss. Despite Mr Throbby pulsing away I was a little nonplussed - I wanted to please her but I was somewhat wary of putting my lips on what reminded me of the wound that's produced when you slice open an animals throat to drain it of blood. I did my best and in the circumstances I'd like to think I performed admirably. She didn't complain as such.

Then it was time. She asked about the 'protection'. Oh shit, it was in my room. Off I trotted bloody towel around my waist making a tent and doing my best Nosferatu impression. Nakatumi looked up in surprise from what he was reading and then grinned. Then I was back and Jay was expertly (?) rolling it onto me. She straddled me and that was it - I. WAS. HAVING. SEX! As I approached the vinegar strokes I heard a continuous banging behind me. Just as I was about to blow my load for the first time in a real, live, female human being I turned to look at the door a saw Nakatumi pumping away and peeking through the gap, joining Jay and myself in our ecstasy.

Jay slid off, gathered herself, got dressed, thanked me, gave me a peck on the cheek and left all before my slowly wilting cock had shrivelled fully into a sad little latex bag of spent, sticky love. She didn't seem so interested in me after that - Eppsly who was playing Auberon seemed to have caught her eye and attention. And Nakatumi kept smiling at me slyly and keeping me up with his bedhead knocking against the other side of my bedroom wall most nights. The play went well but after that I stuck to volunteering to work backstage - we got to smoke and drink.

tl;dr: boy loses virginity to a more experienced partner whilst exchange student looks on and wanks.
(shitposter from the anals of posteriority on, Sat 21 Mar 2015, 22:42, 4 replies)

I got as far as the subject line and concluded you're an eternal virgin.

(old man river possible lesbian, Sun 22 Mar 2015, 17:45, closed)

I got as far as the subject line and concluded he was a writer of mediocre fiction.
As for you, we'll leave your shortcomings for another QOTW.
(the other guy not the one that gave you coochie warts, Mon 23 Mar 2015, 0:43, closed)

Yeah Jezza, the age of consent in France

(Roger McGough-Pipe, Sun 22 Mar 2015, 19:56, closed)