When Did I Lose "IT"...?

{Written by Kat}

First I must quote:
"Anyone who has ever had the "who did you lose your virginity to" conversation with me knows that I immediately launch into a "what do you consider losing your virginity" rant of sorts."
- Bitten Usagi

I feel the same way.

Except

I am actually going to rant blog about it.

My argument:

Sexual Intercourse vs. SEX!

The facts:

Both occurred with Josh May.

Yes, that is his real name. Stalk him if you must. I don't care. {obvi!}

Both occurred when I was 15.

I loved him.

I also didn't know what real love was.

Did I mention I was 15?

My first act of Sexual Intercourse: 

Wednesday before prom...

As I remember it, I had spent most of the night with Josh. His dad and stepmom had been gone the whole time but could have come home any minute. It was probably between 8-9pm because it was dark, we had already had dinner, and his parents came home 30mins later.
He had told me to pack my swimsuit after diving practice when he picked me up. So when he suggested we use the hot tub, I had been prepared.
As a couple we were not strangers to fooling around. (But we also had never gone down on each other yet.) Naturally after some small talk, the hot tub heat got to us and we started fooling around.
I remember the next part so vividly that my legs are starting to tingle from the heat of the water...
My back was to the house and the light from inside bounced off his eyes.
I remember the look in his eyes when he asked me to be his first.
His eyes looked as nervous as I felt. I said yes.
He pulled my suit to the side and put himself inside of me.
This is where I gasped with anticipation. Not pleasure.
He pulled back and fell out. He replaced himself an pulled me down again.
And I started to cry.
Anti-climactic, eh? I explained to him that I just wasn't ready yet.

My first act of Sex: 

Monday, after prom...

Yep. I held out until after prom.
And this is also where I consider my virginity being lost.
 You first will want to know where. Well *deep breathe*...it was at school.
The theatre building, left balcony to be exact.
You see we where both theatre kids. He an actor, I a techie.
All we did was fabricate a Drama Club meeting and I didn't have to be home for an extra hour.
Being the crafty, sneaking beyotch that I am, I kept the balcony door from locking during Theatre Tech earlier, and BAM we had somewhere I could re-seduce my boyfriend into giving it up to me. Had I planned to do IT then? No. But it ended up happening anyway.
We climbed the steps with our tongues in each others' mouths... We picked the left balcony to make out because it would hide us better if someone came up the steps or onto the stage.
After a bit it go hot and heavy and he asked me again if I was ready or else we needed to stop.
This time I said yes.
So there on the cold cement floor, with the condom I later found out was supposed to be used at prom, I lost my virginity.

Now, before I let you all debate on where/when I lost my virginity...

I have to explain something.

It didn't hurt. Well my back hurt later seeing as the floor was solid cement.

I meant that when Josh's amazing penis entered and thrusted until climax, it didn't hurt.

At all.

And there is no chance in hell that he 'popped my cherry' in the hot tub. I promise you that my cherry was not intact prior to the hot tub.

But that is a different story for a different blog.

So readers,
when did I lose "IT"
?

Losing One's Virginity: Technicalities

{Written by BittenUsagi}

Anyone who has ever had the "who did you lose your virginity to" conversation with me knows that I immediately launch into a "what do you consider losing your virginity" rant of sorts. Like I can go on for hours about it (it's really quite pathetic).

This is probably because of who I wish was my first time was with.

So then my question was which do I write about?

I was going to write about my first three as those are the ones that the arguments are about but instead I'm going to write about the one most worth hearing imo. Yeah I'm terrible at directions girls... I prolly should have warned you about that, lol. ;)

*deep breaths*
Okay so this is what I had always imagined my first time would be like. Well with the exception of the setting but hey, when you're both living with parents the locales are limited. He was my first love. I had loved him since we dated the first time and never really got over him to be truthful.

It was beautifully awkward the first time and I saw a side of him that I hadn't before and it will be how I always remember him. There were many (many) times after this but the look in his eyes that very first time was just.... Ahhh. Ummm... excuse me...

*walks off and cools off for a few minutes*

It hurt like hell but it was so beautiful. He was so caring about if I was comfortable or if he was hurting me and if I wanted him to stop or go slower. We were having sex making love on a weight lifting bench in his garage, which he laid a towel down on just for me, but at the time it could have been on the dirty concrete for all I cared. It was amazing even though it hurt like all get out. He was beautiful. We were beautiful together.

Seriously if you've watched Cruel Intentions when Reese and Ryan's charies have sex for the first time that is what it was like. I shit you not. Oh and if you haven't watched it, shame on you. Go watch it. ^w~

Oh and said boy? Looked eerily like Joshua Jackson when we were in high school (still does a lil).

I wished this would have been my first time because I was truly in love and while I don't have a problem with sex outside of marriage I believe that it should be with someone you love. If only for that first time.

Then again had this been my very first time it probably would have made the next few extremely disappointing. Like depressingly disappointing.

Guess I wouldn't change which was first now that I think about it. Even as emotionally painful the first ended up, how absolutely terrible the second was and how amazing this was.

Lessons Taught:
Blog-1, Me-0

EDIT:
Okay so after careful thought and consideration I decided it wasn't fair of me to pick and choose my story for this blog. It's not fair for my fellow contributors, our readers or myself.

Make that Blog-2, Me-0

Ummm when did this become something that's not only fun and talking about sex all the time to me actually learning lessons? >.< ;)

So my very first time a girlfriend and I headed off into uncharted waters together, cause that's what girls do right? Yeah I didn't realize until later that being sexually attracted to girls wasn't something all girls did. The sex wasn't really that memorable other than it being my first time. I don't remember ever having a moment where I was like "OMG that's an orgasm? I want MORE!!". Don't get me wrong it was good, at least enough for us to both keep coming back for more anyway, but it was more exploration and realizing that there are some great pleasures to be had in life.

As for the not knowing at the time that it wasn't what all girls did and that it was something you could be persecuted/made fun of for, I quickly realized this a few months later. Apparently my dear best friend/lover told someone and it spread like wildfire throughout our classes. The jokes were terrible and even just thinking about them now makes my heart ache. I couldn't understand how something that felt so right could be considered "wrong". (oops started to step off on a rant that involved politics but I'll leave that out here, maybe sometime on my own blog.) The teasing hurt a lot and still hurts to this day, which is probably why even now I tend to just allude to it. Hey, I figure my friends are smart and can figure it out. Probably the wrong thing to do but I have my reasons, as pathetic as they may be.

Wow this turned out depressing didn't it??

Well to lighten the mood here is a clip of from Cruel Intentions (recorded just to post here as I couldn't find it online ANYWHERE) which I think is freaking hilarious. Sorry for crappy quality as I just recorded it from the tv like the lazy bum I am.

Feel free to now do the secret society dance. ^w~

What virginity?

{Written by: Francesca}

Virginity? Dull story. Wait for the drunken one.

Oh my. It's been a long time, girls.

The summer I was 18, I was IN LOVE. Looking back, I was more in love with love and horny as hell, but it felt real to me then. My first boyfriend and I just HAD to tell him I loved him.

His response? "I'm moving to California for the summer."

Just a little devastated, I went to his goodbye party, and met the man of my dreams.

(Trouble was, I later realized, he was the man of HIS dreams too, which meant I should NOT have believed anything he said to me.)

Tall, charming, funny, SO on my wavelength - and he LIKED me!

(I was a late bloomer and didn't get asked out on a DATE until I was 18. Pity party!)

We went out for 27 days.

(Yes, it's been 20 years, but I still remember the number.)

We were both 18-year-old virgins, horny as hell, and "in love."

(We truly were very compatible, the problem was he was rebounding and didn't realize it, and I believed he was who he said he was.)

He drove a little pickup with a camper shell on it and we would make out in the back of the pickup for hours. I was a GOOD GIRL and had no intention of going all the way.

Then one day he got my panties off and put his mouth on me. And after my first screaming orgasm, he proposed.

Yes, girls, I waited until I was married.

The day arrived (2 days later, we weren't waiting for much. My family objected strenuously and so we just got married at the courthouse on Tuesday. We bought the license on Monday.) and I was a giddy mess. MIL took us to lunch and we retired to the apartment he shared with two other guys (he had his own room! what?!).

Where he tried to convince me we should WAIT to have sex.

(I think this was the second thoughts and realizing it was a rebound romance. He was trying to save me.)

And I said "I did NOT just defy my family to marry you in order to NOT have sex!"

So we did. He was really not sure where to put it.

(endearing at the time, laughable in retrospect.)

I had to help. I did not mind.

It didn't hurt. It felt great. Mutual orgasm. I wrung that poor boy out until 9 months later he had to run away. A nyphomaniac was born.

(Yes, I was married at 18 and divorced at 19. No kids, thank God! And if anyone who knows me reads that sentence, they will know who I am, because I have used that exact phrase many times.)

There are days I think any cock would do (nymphomaniac), and days where I just "MAKE do." There are few days where the DAH (dumb-ass husband) is interested, but they are few and far between, selfish on his part (how to make a nympho NOT enjoy sex), and too quick. Which is where the OM (other man) and phone sex comes in. What would I do without phone sex?

That will have to wait for another post. *wink*

How I lost my virginity

{written by Carrie*}

The people have spoken ladies.. our first survey topic is "How I lost my virginity". I kind of wish I could make up a story because mine isn't very entertaining. Maybe I'll spice it up a little bit.

It was 3 weeks before my 18th birthday so I felt somewhat rebellious not yet being "legal". He was my first legit boyfriend, the same fuck face who cheated on me when we were engaged then went bi-sexual and fucked a dude.. got chlamydia and tried getting back together with me. My life is a joke.

Anyway, we'd be dating a month or so and he was sexually experienced and of course, I was somewhat a good mormon girl just waiting to rebel. I was insecure, clingy, and loved that loser more than I should have. We both lived with our parents so we spent many hours camping out in the back of my Rodeo. I remember one night as we were fogging up the windows I told him I was ready. He told me he wanted my first time to be special and we shouldn't do it in the back of my car. I was a bit disappointed since I was hot and ready, but waited for the right time.

I guess the right time was the next morning when his mom was at work and I skipped school to be with him. (I did that a lot.. not the smartest thing). We were in his tiny twin bed that smelled of semen when he entered me for the first time. It was not pleasurable, it hurt like hell, I bled, it was awkward, and I just didn't get the big deal. After a few minutes I screamed at him to get off me and ran to the bathroom crying. Yes, I cried. And not because it was beautiful. It hurt and I felt guilty.

He made me eggs and I spilled the yolk all over his favorite white Quicksilver sweatshirt. Of course the sex got better the more we tried, but sometimes I wish I had a better first experience. Sometimes I wish I had waited, sometimes I wish I had never met him. But you know, the past shapes who you are.

I didn't discover what an orgasm was until I dumped him and bought a vibrator. I remember calling up my friend and saying, "OMG I think I just had my first orgasm!" And from there, it's all been downhill. I'm a horny sexual mess. But oh, how I love it.