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LIZ
I didn't choose to stay a virgin until twenty. Aside from a few kisses at parties, I hadn't had much experience at all. The media often says that men are at their sexual peak at eighteen; I sometimes joke that no one will ever know how good I could have been.
I'd been dating Liz for a few months. At first she'd been a waitress at the club I went to all the time; later, she worked at the record store. She was a little older and had come from California. She became my first girlfriend. She gave me my first hit of Energy drinks mixed specially, introduced me to ******* ******* and Long Island iced teas, and will forever appear in my mind when I hear Van Morrison's "Into The Mystic."
Our dates had mostly been conversation and making out in my car. She knew I was a virgin. We had talked about ******** together, but she said that she didn't want my first time to be in the car or with her roommate in the other room.
A few days later she said that she needed to go home to San Fran for a little while. I suggested getting a room at the hotel so we could hang out together for the day before she left. My m-m worked at the front desk and while I'm sure she suspected what was going on, I assured her that my girlfriend and I just wanted to have some time together since we didn't know exactly how long she'd be gone.
In the middle of the afternoon and in the space of a few minutes, I lost my virginity. My recollection of it now is that it wasn't very tender. What I remember most distinctly (and what overshadows the whole memory, I'm sure) is that when I was done, she didn't ask me how I felt. For all her previous concern about waiting to make my first time right, she barely said a word. part 2 will have the sexual details
I didn't choose to stay a virgin until twenty. Aside from a few kisses at parties, I hadn't had much experience at all. The media often says that men are at their sexual peak at eighteen; I sometimes joke that no one will ever know how good I could have been.
I'd been dating Liz for a few months. At first she'd been a waitress at the club I went to all the time; later, she worked at the record store. She was a little older and had come from California. She became my first girlfriend. She gave me my first hit of Energy drinks mixed specially, introduced me to ******* ******* and Long Island iced teas, and will forever appear in my mind when I hear Van Morrison's "Into The Mystic."
Our dates had mostly been conversation and making out in my car. She knew I was a virgin. We had talked about ******** together, but she said that she didn't want my first time to be in the car or with her roommate in the other room.
A few days later she said that she needed to go home to San Fran for a little while. I suggested getting a room at the hotel so we could hang out together for the day before she left. My m-m worked at the front desk and while I'm sure she suspected what was going on, I assured her that my girlfriend and I just wanted to have some time together since we didn't know exactly how long she'd be gone.
In the middle of the afternoon and in the space of a few minutes, I lost my virginity. My recollection of it now is that it wasn't very tender. What I remember most distinctly (and what overshadows the whole memory, I'm sure) is that when I was done, she didn't ask me how I felt. For all her previous concern about waiting to make my first time right, she barely said a word. part 2 will have the sexual details
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