ugh i feel gross even telling this so it will not be typed out very nicely to discourage anyone from reading it!

i was 12 year old nerd boy with charm she was a 13 year old preppy mormon girl we were both in my parents basement having our 20th all-after-school make out session on my waterbed when somehow clothing was removed without many words (we had done hands under clothes a little, bit thats it) and i was like "let me try it" and she didn't want to but, being a typical boy, i talked her into it. we couldn't figure it out at first and i clearly remember being like "is this where it goes?" and her saying "i don't know"... haha. no protection, no orgasms, just 2 almost pre-teens technically losing their virginity with brief penetration. it was suuuper tight almost to the point of being painful to me and she (on top) was obviously uncomfortable so after a little gyrating around and a little kissing and 30 seconds of being like "ok this is sex? it sort of hurts" i told her that was enough if she wanted to stop it was okay and we stopped and guiltily put back our clothes on and continued making out. we broke up a short while later without a repeat performance and she got knocked up at like 15-16 by a neighbor kid. not sure how that worked out. stalked her on facebook a year ago and she's still way hot so i feel good about that.

Now that the mildly disturbing story is over I'll type normal.

I felt totally neutral about that. Could have been a lot worse, could have been a lot better. Its complete unexpectedness was helpful, we hadn't actually talked about having sex at all. We just made out constantly and occasionally she let me do some over-panties fondling or teased me by changing in front of me in her room. We took one shower together before all that and it was the least sexual shower I've ever taken with a girl. We were just both curious and wanted to see. Honestly, I didn't even tell anyone beyond a few close friends who didn't really get it. We were all too young. At least there was no harm done overall.

What I more considering "losing my virginity" happened a couple years later at 14 or 15 when a 17 year old super cute red headed hippie girl who I was pretty good friends with and was deep in my social circle ended up with no way to get home that night so, since I lived a completely unsupervised childhood, I told her it was fine if she stayed over. We were laying on my bed (woohoo for parents' basements), totally platonic, we'd never even flirted at all, and I didn't have any pillows for some reason so I asked her if I could use her as one. So we're lying there, my head resting on her stomach, smoking cigarettes that we stole from 7-11 a few hours earlier, and decided to play truth or dare. About 3 questions in, it's my turn, NIN - Head Like a Hole is on the radio, and I say (totally not joking), "I dare you to fuck me like an animal" and she sits up sort of quickly and looks me in the eye and says, "Is that what you want to do?" 5 minutes later we were both totally naked and I was completely timid kissing but not touching at all and since she was older than me and knew what she was doing and realized that I had no idea, she said some simple magic words that every boy wants to hear: "You can touch me, you can do whatever you want, and I'll do whatever you want." Welp we didn't sleep at all and like 3 orgasms later (no protection again, stupid kids, but only 1 of them was a really risky one if you know what I mean) I had had what was then the best night of my life. It never happened again but we remained pretty good friends for all of high school. She went off and dated a typical douche bag guy who knocked her up.

To this day on my desk at work is an electronic frame and a few times a day an out of place looking picture of the corner of a 7-11 shows up. It's the exact place I met her about a year before that story. I remember meeting her (and that night) like it was yesterday and always will, but I don't think we have very much in common now a days.

So! In summary! Kids fucking: awkward, slightly painful, and bad. Being ushered into the world of sex by a somewhat experienced girl who is a few years older than you and GGG: best thing ever.

I feel gross exposing my sexual history to Questionland. Now a days I'm a nerd who can barely get laid. Ladies? Ladies?

I don't mean to brag- I'm no Casanova- but I feel pretty fucking great about it. I'm happy to share what I feel I did right to help the virgins out there.

To begin with, I allowed myself to decide when I was ready. I didn't fall prey to peer pressure to lose my virginity, though by the time it happened (17, nearly 18) most of my friends had lost theirs. I've never been one to conform to the expectations of others, anyway. I knew that losing my virginity was one of a handful of life experiences that I'd remember always, and planned accordingly.

And when I say I planned, I mean I planned exhaustively. I had my older sister rent me a hotel room in the coolest place in town, arrived waaay before my girlfriend arrived, and set up the room with music, food, drink, and sexual accoutrement. I can tell you exactly what was playing at the instant I lost my virginity, the fruit we snacked on after first doing it, and so on. All of this might seem cheesy now, but it was romantic to my 17 year old brain.

It was also romantic because I was actually in love with the girl to whom I lost my virginity. We had been dating for over a year (in fact, we ended up dating for the better part of a decade), and we had been sexually active together for some time. I'm not suggesting that it's necessary to be in love the first time you have sex, but it's nice to do it with someone you actually care about. In my case, we had given each other countless orgasms in the year before actually having sex, so we knew how our sexual dynamic functioned. That helped immensely.

Also, I didn't place any unrealistic expectations on myself to perform. I knew I would be nervous; I was a high-strung kid. The first time we did it, I had a little difficulty finding the correct angle of entry, and I couldn't quite relax enough to come. So after we had been going at it for about 30 minutes, we took a break to nosh and chill. Then we went at it again. And again. I got better each time. Practice makes perfect!

That was my experience. Of course, what worked for me may not work for others, individual results may vary, void where prohibited, etc.

She wore a black trench coat.

Under that was a red nightie.

Under that was girl.

So pretty damn good.

It was a school night and I had sneaked out and gone to the local gay-ish bar. I was 18 and he was 26, the local coke dealer and singer in a new wave band. He took me to the dank basement room he was renting, ostensibly to do drugs. Turns out, he didn't have any but it was clear what we were really there for. His kink was straight boys who might go gay once or twice. His routine was classic molester and I played along despite being fully gay and wanting it. Afterwords I agreed that it must be kept a secret.

Now, I am most satisfied when dominated and abused sexually. I don't know exactly how that makes me feel about that first experience. Clearly it remains relevant.

I was 19, she was...32? Somewhere around there.

She was married, had two kids that were like 5 and 3 years old. It started online in a local chat thing, moved to phone sex (does that count as my first time?), and then we met in person.

It was kinda strange, because I seduced her first. I was 19, virgin, but still was the one making the moves and being in charge. Later, it kind of evened out, and we played around with a lot of different things.

Eventually, her husband found out...she would find pictures of me where he had cut my face out and left them on tables and stuff. It got really upsetting and strange.

To this day, I am mixed about my feelings on that relationship. I think it was the best way for me to lose my virginity at that age - I could open up to her in ways I wasn't able to do for girls my own age. But I still feel sad about how it ended, and what she had to go through.

We had the passion and conviction only a 19 year old and a unhappily married woman could have. It was passionate, amazing, and short lived.

My first experience was definitely not good. I don't generally believe in regrets, but this is one experience I wish I could undo. I was 17 and was dating a guy who was way too old for me. I think he was 25? It seems stupid now - what would a 25 year old be doing with a 17 year old? - but at the time I thought he was handsome and was impressed with his "adult" life. I had spent the last 4 years being pressured by every boy I flirted with/kissed/dated to do more than I was comfortable with, and had accepted that this was the norm. My girlfriends had reported similar experiences and most of them had lost their virginity years ago. I decided at some point that the best way to end the struggle was to just get it over with already, and this guy seemed like a good choice since he had his own place. I wasn't too keen on the idea of losing my virginity in the back of a car.

I won't go into too much detail, but suffice it to say that this guy was a dumbass and he had NO IDEA what he was doing. Or he just didn't care whether his partner was enjoying herself. It was probably both. He pretty much emotionally manipulated me into doing it. We had been making out on his couch and then he took my hand and pulled me into his bedroom. Once we were in the bedroom he started to take my clothes off and I hesitated. He said something about how if I didn't want to have sex then I shouldn't have come into the bedroom. To this day I don't understand why I fell for that. I really wished I'd called bullshit on that line. I hope someone did.

The sex itself was terrible, although I didn't know just how terrible at the time. There was very little foreplay. I wasn't aroused at all. He didn't use lube. He wasn't small. It hurt like hell and I knew it was a mistake immediately. It seemed like it lasted forever. I can still picture everything that was in his room, remember the music that was playing, what I was wearing that day, and what time it was. I remember the time because I was staring at the big red numbers on his digital alarm clock the whole time.

It took me years to learn how to actually enjoy sex.

I was 21 years old. I waited for a long time because my mother had scared me into thinking that I WILL get pregnant if I have sex. Period. She was only 18 when she had me, so I know she just wanted me to make good choices and not get pregnant at a young age. Anyway, fear aside, I was almost embarrassed to still be a virgin at 21. It seemed like everyone around me was having sex, and I did not know of any people my age who were still virgins. I think I even told a few people that I wasn't...looking back, it was a silly way to feel about my virginity, and I wish I had saved it for someone who I really loved. But, that's for fairy tales and coming of age teen flicks. I think my experience was much more normal now that I think about it.

Anyway, I was dating a guy who was a few years older than me that I had met at a party about 2 months earlier. The week prior to losing my virginity, I was at a grocery store, and I remember thinking to myself "I'm going to have sex this weekend." It was a very nonchalant decision, and at that point, I wanted to just get rid of it. He, of course, didn't know that I was a virgin. I never told him, even after the fact. We were making out for what seemed like an hour, and then we got ready for bed. I thought that maybe tonight wouldn't be the night after all, but then after spooning for a few minutes, things started to get really hot. Next thing I know, I'm having sex, and it was a lot more painful than I thought it was going to be!!!

I had no idea what I was doing, and I wish I had told him I was a virgin, because it might have been a little more enjoyable for the both of us. It wasn't a terrible experience, but it wasn't great either! However, it was memorable. At one point, he asked me to get on top, and wow, I really didn't know what the hell to do.

Luckily, sex is no longer as awkward and MUCH more satisfying, lol.

I've probably told this somewhere on line before, and I KNOW that i've told it to the Virgin Project in a long detailed post... but here's my virgin version.

We had dated that summer before she came back to college with me. She was into me that summer, but I was a cool costomer who wasn't very encouraging, but represented an older college guy to her freshmen coed.

We had dated a little at college, and she was struggling with a "weed em' out" course of chemistry, etc.
On our college homecoming weekend, she came over and we went outside to watch the band march around campus.
We came back to my room, and she had some Arrow brand booze, and I did too. I was a perfect gentleman, asking her for permission every step of the way. She was catholic and I had a condom and asked if she wanted me to use it. She said yes.

We got to necking on the bed of my empty dorm room and I played Moody Blues records when she excused herself to go to the bathroom. After what seemed hours, she came out and said "let's do it".

I got on top, and did a lot of foreplay, kissing, hugging, fondling, and finally penetrated. Eventually, I came, and when withdrawing, the ring of the condom tore off. I was shocked but didn't panic. I told her to hold still while I fished it out. There probably wasn't any spillage, but she confessed she was near fertile, so I called a friend to take us to the infirmary.

After a half hour of private conversation with her in the exam room, the medic gave her a prescription for a morning after pill, and we went back to my room to sleep. Badly. I was worried.

I fill the prescription and walked it across campus the next morning to her job in the cafeteria clearing plates, and handed the bag & bottle over to her.

We didn't really date after that, as she told me the pills made her feel sick. And she had a period.

I wanted to try again, but she said "don't pressure me."

Eventually she found another college guy and told me to get lost that Valentines Day.

I felt I had done something wrong and should have pleased her more, that it might have salvaged the relationship, but in hind sight, it was doomed from the start. Different religions, different end of the campus, different goals, and over-cautious me scared the hell out of her by over-reacting.

YEARS later, I realized she wasn't that turned on that night and had used an oil based lube on herself to turn herself on in the bathroom... that attacked the rim of the condom, so it ripped. She had been "counseled" in the exam room that her body was telling her she wasn't that into it, and that I was a creep for taking advantage of her. And that she had betrayed her faith at several points. Eventually, she found there were other fish in the sea...

And just recently I realized the bill for the medical exam and prescription MUST have gone to her parents house, which rained holy hell on her at Xmas break.

So, all in all, I'll never forget it, but it was a painful, emotionally scaring time for me. It was three years before I dared touch a woman again, and I made DAMN sure she was turned on and experienced before we made it. (I eventually married her.)

Different answer depending on whether you count the one that was voluntary, or the one that was involuntary. I prefer to ignore the involuntary one which was inflicted on me when I was 12 and move on to the voluntary one.

I was 16, not quite 17, he was a year older. He asked me to the prom when I was a junior and he was a senior - to this day, I don't know why. I think, at some point during the evening, it occurred to him that he probably wasn't going to get laid, so he asked one of his friends to take me to the park to meet him after the prom, and he disappeared. I kept asking where he was and getting shamefaced evasions in response, until he and a senior girl emerged from the bushes, straightening their clothes.

I kept dating him after that. Hey, I was 16, not a lot of self-esteem, okay? About two or three weeks later, we finally did the deed in the back of his parents' big old station wagon - one of those gigantic old American ones with the rear-facing seat in back - under a huge maple tree at Green Lake. It was kind of anticlimactic - in every sense of the word - but certainly not traumatic (my involuntary loss of virginity was that). I was relieved it didn't hurt worse. He didn't believe me when I told him later it'd been my first time, because I "knew what I was doing." I'd read a lot, including my big sister's copy of The Sensuous Woman, so I knew I wasn't supposed to lie there like a sack of meal.

All in all, I was just happy not to be a virgin anymore. I didn't lose my virginity, I got rid of it.

Sort of sad.
I wish I had been less desperate to get rid of it and had had more self respect. I was, it seemed to me then, sooooo old. 19. Oy.

I was 15, he was 17 and had a reputation for sleeping around, but we clicked really well.

I still to this day think it was his first time too--since he was so worried he wore two condoms, and said I was "pretty good" for being his first time--HA!

It was totally vanilla, and on a beach towel on the floor in the downstairs living room of my parent's house. It wasn't great, but wasn't spectacular either.

We broke up shortly thereafter, when we had both cheated on each other. But the FWB relationship continued for a year or so, when he would come home from the Marine Corp and spend most of his time home with me. He said he had fallen in love with me and I didn't believe him until his girlfriend (now wife) mandated we never speak again. This was a year after we had last seen each other.

I feel I lost it to the right guy, and a little of my heart still belongs to him. I often wonder if his wife knows we're Facebook friends.

The first time I had an orgasm is a much more memorable event.

It was all right.

First time with a guy was not voluntary, but it was 12/27/1997 at 5:30AM after a night of bowling. That was also the night that I learned the hard way that I am very allergic to weed--I didn't smoke any, but everyone around me did.

First time with a girl was both extremely hot and nerdy. I was in Baltimore for a convention, and us student lackeys (for the scientists who were really the focus of the convention) were all staying in empty dorms at Johns Hopkins because it was cheap. My lab partner Tim and I were forced to share a suite, but it was OK. We met up with a bunch of female lackeys from Purdue the last night, which featured all you can eat crab and all you can drink beer and margaritas. The group of us watched our advisors dance on tables for awhile before deciding to go to bar.

Several rounds of hard cider later, Tim and one of the Purdue students went back to her room, and I went with another girl to buy cigars. We were buzzed on alcohol and nicotine and sitting in front of the dorms and by the security guard office when we started touching, then kissing. I'm sure the guards got quite the floor show before we decided to go back to her room to seal the deal, which was a heady mix of sweat and beer and deliciousness. But I don't even remember her name--she was from Saudi Arabia and I couldn't pronounce it to begin with, let alone after that much booze.

I left after we were done because I had to catch an early flight home. I got to the door of the suite just in time to meet Tim at the door, also covered in sweat that wasn't entirely his, swearing because the suite's shower was broken. We passed out for 3 hours until the front desk opened and then demanded to get to use a functional shower. And then we went home.

Tim was a great convention buddy. The next year, we all had to go to San Diego. One day was well over our heads, so we went to Tijuana instead of pretending. I went on the single longest bender of my life and Tim apparently spent the night in a Mexican prison for picking up a hooker. He wouldn't talk about it.

First time with a boy: very weirded out. It wasn't intentional and I was too young (14) and inexperienced to know quite what was happening until it did. My family was Catholic so it was a very big deal to me that I was not a virgin. It took a caring friend a couple of years later to get my brain back in order.

First time with a girl: very weirded out. I spent all night with her in utter ecstasy (she was a friend staying with me on her way out of town), then spent the next day at work totally exhausted, a bit freaked out, and in denial about how I felt about it. My denial lasted until I got home and she was still there. >:)

High school with a girl I had the hots for for years afterwards! It was Valentine's day weekend, we'd been fed hits of acid by a classmate, and rolled around in sheets all night. It was wierd, magicial, full of little coos and giggles. I wasn't nervous or scared till the next day when I didn't know what to do or how to express how I felt.

First time straight sex-18 not special. One of the bboys that lived across the street and was kinda slutty started flirting and I said eh why not. I'm glad it wasn't anything special but I couldn't see what the big deal was either when it was done.No foreplay just sweaty letting loose.He was a selfish lover, in it to get just his own pleasure (which is sometimes hot!) I was too nervous to get myself there and was freaked out by straight sex mechanics and naked body connected to me that wasn't female. I wasn't into guys until a couple years later which was probably part of my whole "eh whatever" reaction.

You all should post this over on www.thevirginproject.com

Really.
They are looking for these stories.

If you haven't already been there, do visit and cut and paste your story.... or at least leave a link to your story here.

They'll thank you.