I was 22 when I lost my virginity, two years ago. Although I had my first sexual encounter, a guy going down on me, when I was 17, I had never even touched an erect penis until I was 22. When I was younger, I used to daydream about my first time being special. I was waiting for marriage or something close. In fact, two guys tried to take my virginity when I was seventeen, but I did not allow either to do so because I was not "in love" with them.
But, that was when I was younger. With each progressing year, it got harder and harder to be the only one at the table who hasn't had sex when the conversation came up. I was embarrassed to be a virgin at 22. By this time I was at college, and I had given up on ever having true love. To this day, I still have not had a real boyfriend. I know I am not alone there.
So since I was in college, and I happened to have a good friend there that I made years ago by the grace of god who sort of invited me to tag along in social situations with him. His friends became my friends, and we got drunk every night. Alcohol is a good way to briefly free yourself of SA, but as with any drug, it eventually leaves you broken and humiliated.
So I had been "fooling around" with guys when I was drunk, never having intercourse, but doing everything but--I still thought my virginity might be special. I would meet these guys online, mostly. Facebook was a great tool for meeting people. I met this guy on facebook one night when I was drunk and asked if he wanted to come over and have me go down on him, and he agreed. So we met on the street outside my dorm and we went back to my room and I went down on him, then he said, "are you going to let me fuck you?" I thought about it for a moment, and said, "yes." So he did, and it felt good. He got off in about five minutes (though including foreplay the encounter lasted a few hours). Of course once he got off, it was over. He did not care about getting me off. But he lay with me on my bed for about a half an hour afterward just talking to me about his feelings and his aspirations. (I would hook up with him again later and this would be a pattern--he would talk about himself to me for a while afterward.) But as he got up to leave, wouldn't you know my itunes began playing "just call me angel in the morning" by juice newton (don't judge me). The song celebrates a woman having one night stands, but with the condition, "just call me angel in the morning, just touch my cheek before you leave me." So noticing this, he comes over and kisses me softly one last time and takes off.
It's not glamorous, it's kind of trashy, but I thought it was high time I lost my virginity, and I did--to a stranger I just met, while I was drunk.
I recommend adultfriendfinder.com, though. Facebook isn't as much about hooking up anymore as it used to be.
