Lovesexlaughs Blog About Adventurous Sexuality

I went to college in 1971 (there, for all of you math folks… I have given away my age). When I started college I was a virgin. I was so virginal – I thought all my high school classmates were also virgins. One girl in my high school class even got pregnant – I remember thinking, “See, it only takes once.” I had a much older boyfriend my senior year but he was such a gentleman (though I did not realize it at the time…) that he never even tried to “deflower” me.

I was always a bit of a free thinker, however, and college only intensified that tendency. It wasn’t long before I started to feel weird about my virginity. It became a burden. I felt uncool… practically a sin in the early seventies. I made an appointment with a Dr. and got birth control pills then took them exactly long enough to be assured I was relatively safe from pregnancy. I then picked a boy out of my English Literature class and got him to ask me out (an easy thing to accomplish as I was quite a looker my freshman year in college). He invited me over for dinner – perfect for my plans to finally rid myself of my hated virginity. After dinner, we started to fool around and it naturally developed beyond the point where I would previously have stopped. We went into his room and made love. Was that ever strange. He found himself brought up short by my maidenhead. With some time and effort that was surmounted and we “did it”. He took me back to my dormitory and we never went out again. I am sure, looking back on it, that he must have been blown away. Why would a virgin pick him up and give herself to him? Years later when I was a barmaid in a local bar, I caught him studying me across a smokey room. We made eye contact, I smiled and shrugged and that was the last time I ever saw him. I wonder if he even remembers that night so long ago and that girl who gave “herself” to him in such an unusual way.

I got what I wanted, after all… and he got what he wanted (in a way) – so everyone was happy. I went on to discover the pleasures of sexuality. I learned how to pleasure a partner and how to receive pleasure for myself. Did I have a great time that first night? I’d love to say bells rang, music sounded and skyrockets went off… but, no. It did not hurt (at the time or later) but it was not a lot of fun. It felt pretty clinical. Do I wish I had a different sort of experience for my first time? Absoulutely. What was – Was, however. It was what I experienced. My story. If I had a daughter, I’d counsel her to wait until she really loved someone – Tell her to wait beyond infatuation… til she really knows the boy/man she picks and to make it special. But do I have regrets – No… I have had many years to experience all the joys of sexuality,.. the miracle of making love with someone you really love. I have had that pleasure twice in my life (once with a man, my husband – and once with a woman, my partner of 16 years). I have had one night stands and relationships (both have been very good and decidedly so – so. But, of course, I never had that first time again – unless it was my first time with a woman – that story is for another night.

Thanks for stopping by. I hope you find my meanderings interesting. I certainly had an interesting time in the experiencing… Come back for more stories if you’ve a mind to. You are always welcome!