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We'd been dating for about a year, but ready to have sex for about eleven and a half of those months... just lacked the opportunity. Which isn't to say we didn't try to figure out ways to. When I got a car though( which the same girl named "Cherry" since it was, and is, my first car), we were off like there'd be no tomorrow. So we both lost our virginity in the back of a car named Cherry. Not exactly the way we thought it'd happen, but good nonetheless.
As for the whole "Am I really doing this?" idea, I remember thinking that and having my mind fairly blown. But even weirder, for me anyway, was afterward, when life continued as normal. Stranger than the idea that I had had sex was the idea that the world didn't end because of it, that it wasn't the epitome of existence.
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