How to Lose Your Virginity ...And How Not To
the kid. So I was there by myself with her baby. The doorbell rang, I answered it in my underwear, and it was her older brother. He was like, "Where’s Suzanne?" I said, "She went out to buy her kid some baby food." Then he just kind of forced his way inside the door, sat on the couch, told me to go put my pants on. I was going up the stairs and that’s when my two older brothers and Leonard knocked on the door.
I’m standing in my underwear and they ask me what the hell I was doing there. I told them "This is my new home. I’m with Suzanne now." They dragged my ass out of the house, threw me in the fucking car and beat the shit out of me the whole drive home. When we got back, my mom beat the shit out of me some more.
So that’s how I lost my virginity. She was 18 or 19 and thought I was 17 and knew how to drive a truck. That was the first and the last time I saw her. Never heard what became of her.

SALUTE THE RED, WHITE, BLUE & GREEN
Sara B, 26

SARA B: I was sort of older when I lost… well… I consider it older because people lose it fairly quickly nowadays. But I was in college, I was actually planning to wait until I was married. Yeah, that didn’t happen.

SHAWN WICKENS: That’s a pretty common plan though.

SB: Eventually like two months into my sophomore year after I had put this guy off for months I was like, "Oh, OK. OK. I’ll be your girlfriend." He also hadn’t had sex with anybody so it would have been both our first times and we were both sort of, "I don’t know. Maybe we should." I talked about it with my roommate and she told me, "Oh. If you’re going to, you have to go on the pill." I said, "Really? Is that what everybody does? OK." So without telling my boyfriend I went to the gynecologist and I had never been before. And I was like, "Uh, I need a prescription for birth control pills." I had to go to this class. It was creepy.

SW: Like a school gynecologist?

SB: Yeah, yeah. And it was really funny because we had to go to this class and there were all of these girls sitting in on this birth control pill seminar. So I went on the pill and I remember I told him. He came to my dorm room and I was like, "Look what I got." And he got really freaked out. He was like, "Well I don’t even know if I want to have sex with you." And I was like, "Oh. OK." That was in October… I actually remember the actual date we had sex. It was November 28, and it was… 1998.
I’d been on the pill for like a month.

SW: You started taking them even though he freaked out?

SB: Yeah, yeah. So the whole story was… we hadn’t planned on it, but I went to his off-campus apartment, he had made me dinner. Had some wine. His roommates were gone. He made me dinner. We had some wine and… we watched Dances with Wolves and started making out and we were all romantic so he was like, "I think we should make love," I think is what he called it. I was like, "OK." So we went to his room and… we were like just about there and he was like, "Oh, fuck. I don’t have condoms so… Um. OK. Let’s go into my roommate’s room." We went to his roommate’s room, went through his closet, literally tore apart his closet looking for condoms.

SW: Were you half-dressed at this point?

SB: I was completely undressed at this point, in his roommate’s room. We finally found some and they were non-lubricated, which we were like, "Uh, OK. I guess that’s fine." Went back to his room. And we did it, you know, missionary. I think he was like in and out maybe two or three times and then it was over. And I was like, "Oh. Was that? Oh… Cool." And he was like, "Let’s have a cigarette."

SW: Were you even smokers?

SB: No. No his third roommate, the one we didn’t take the condoms from, he was a smoker. We took his cigarettes and we were like, "Yeah, that’s really sexy. Aren’t you supposed to do something really sexy after you have sex?" But then the funny thing was that the next day he made me a necklace because we had shared this

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