The first person you had sex with?
 

Just thought this might be kind of a fun thread, if you still talk, if you are marrried whatever... Do you even know where they are??

Mine was this weird brunette, we were both virgins and we thought we were in love after like 2 dates... Anyway, one thing led to another and that was it.. I can remember driving home from her house listening to all these sappy love songs.. Oh how ive changed lol

My first was with a 26 year old married woman. Were it not for the fact that the age of consent in my state was 16 one could call it being "molested".

Edit: And I have no idea where the hell she is now.

A short redhead named Bridgette. She was 4' 11.5". She'd get pissed if you didn't add that half inch. I was 15, she was 14. I was also drunk for the first time ever on Jack Daniels (or Jim Beam, I forget which one now). The special moment came on an old tram road in the mountains. She snuck out that night to see me. :) I was so drunk and inexperienced that I just rode her leg for a while. :D

I don't know what ever happened to her. We lost touch after highschool graduation and I never saw or heard from her again. I forgot about her until I saw this thread.

Well we both were 18,and drunk.Why does achohol always play apart? lol.We were and still are friends.

she was 15, i was 16. in the park and then the woods oddly enough. after a halloween party.
good times. after that we drifted apart. not intentionally. it just happened.
6 months later we did the exact same thing. sex.. then ignored each other.

dunno where she is now. i wish her the best though.
she was kind and giving in every way i was not.

In 1995, I was 16 and she was 17, not a virgin. We were boyfriend/girlfriend for about 2 months before we went "all the way."

Jump forward 6 years, she was not moving out of my apartment even though I told her in no uncertain terms that we were breaking up. It wasn't until I met the woman I ended up marrrying (and divorcing, but I didn't know that back then) did she get the hint and finally moved out.

I haven't seen her since then. I was thinking of getting hold of her to catch up, but I am worried she is still psycho, so maybe I should just do the "cherish the memories" thing.

I lost it in the back seat of my car, parked in between a bunch of storage containers on a community college parking lot. Did it with a friend of mine, it was one of the situations where there was nothing else to do, so we did "it". We were both sixteen. I have no idea where she is now or what she is doing. Lost contact with that group of friends after I started dating my now ex-girlfriend.

Well I remember that little thing as if it happened only yesterday
Parkin' by the lake and there was not another car in sight...

Standard fare. 16, we were dating, one thing led to another.

MageB420666 - I know about boredom sex, but that's the first time I've ever heard about someone popping their cherry out of boredom.

I was 21 (man that's old), mandy was 19 and had done it before. It happened one day out of bravery, love and sheer horniness on the floor of her parents sitting room - while said parents were upstairs in their bedroom watching tv.

We've been together more than 2 years and still going strong. She was my first, and I hope she'll be my only.

on my 24th bday on my honeymoon in phuket....

both our first time... only problem was that my wedding was 6 days earlier...for some reason it just doesnt happen the first time..or second..or third..or fourth.. you get my drift...

I'm not sure when I finally made it in that little hole. After a couple of embarassing attempts... we had dated for two months.

After graduation, many career changes, re-locations, crossed paths, we got back together and got married. Like they say, youth is wasted on the young.

<b>Dlishguy</b>
I can't believe how hard it was to get laid in a place called Phuket.

My first was Hash_Browns, whom is the mother of my 3 children and we are still togther. I was 18, she was 19 and this was all the way back in 1998.

Switch the numbers around a little bit, and my stories pretty much the same as asshopo's.

1992, she was 17, I was 19. We married in 1997, and have 3 awesome kids.

I was 18, he was 36. I lived at home with the parents, he lived with his wife(didn't know that though). We were introduced, went out a couple of times, planned 'the big event' and continued seeing each other for several months, up until I moved out of the house-at which point he went from boyfriend to stalker.
Note to all: be careful who you fall for, specially if your daddy works in sales-credit checks can wreak havoc!!
Don't know where the guy is now, or if he's even still alive. Last I saw of him was right after I met the spouse-he was still gorgeous and tried one last time to locate me after we ran into each other, but mom wouldn't tell him where I was living.

Don't know where she is today. Her name was Marie and it was the first time for both of us. I was 16 she was 15, backseat of my car parked down by the water. I was so inexpereinced that started to stick it in the wrong hole, it wasn't until I was about a quarter of the way in that she said started to scream that she it was in the wrong hole. So pulled out and put in the right one. She fucked a few more times after that and broke up. Then about 3 yrs later she had this big boyfriend and they both began stalking me until the point that they egged my car and my parents house. For that they were arrested. Haven't seen her since the trail.

REMEMBER VERY WELL AND THIS WAS IN THE SEVENTIES CHILDREN.WE DATED FOR YEARS THEN SPLIT.SHE IS STILL MARRIED TO THE ONLY OTHER GUY SHE DATED BESIDES ME ,HAS TWO GROWN CHILDREN AND A GRANDCHILD.I'M 17 YRS INTO MY 2ND MARRIAGE. I ALWAYS GET A PHONE CALL ON OR CLOSE TO MY BIRTHDAY REMINDING ME HOW OLD I AM

Hmm, believe it or not, lost it at 24 to a Salvadoran guy who found me when I was shit-faced drunk on Bourbon Street, New Orleans. Boy, doesn't that sound great.

I don't remember anything except the end, when I was sobering up in his youth-hostel shower. VERY lucky for me, he was a semi-decent guy around my age, played in a big orchestra and worked for the National Museum... we corresponded by e-mail for a few months, trying to piece together what happened... when I finally told him I had lost my virginity that night, he felt horrible and I also didn't want to e-mail again after that. But to me, it doesn't count much because I have very little memory of that night or even what it felt like to lose it.

What means infinitely more to me is my first time with ktspktsp, who was a virgin (also 24) and someone with whom I actually WANTED to have sex. I remember everything from that day, quite blissfully. We had just gotten together a few days ago after a few months of courting. and it was wonderful to explore together. And we're still doing that 1.5 years later... :icare: So if you ask me, I lost my whole virginity (mental/memory) to ktspktsp, and that's what counts. :)

She was 14 and I was 15.

She was a girl that lived down the street for as long as I could remember. I remember playing with her when I was 8 or so. Anyway, we drifted apart until high school, and then she had a boyfriend. One day she "ran away from home" to my house (a whole city block away) and that was when it happened. Unfortunately I never had a chance to do it more than once with her. I talked to her maybe 5 times after that because she wasn't let out of the house much after that and I dropped the only class we had together, and then she moved away. I've not seen or heard from her since.

I was fifteen, nearly sixteen and he was nineteen. I even remember the exact date. We had been dating for five months, and we just decided to take it to the next step. I remember it being lovely and funny and sweet. Even after we finished, we were still horny and so we did it twice more that night. I don't remember any sort of pain or discomfort.

The two of us are still in love, and have been going strong for three and a half years. :)

I was 18, she was 27. We'd been going out for about 3 months, but had known each other for a few years, mostly through mail and phone conversations. I brought her lunch one day while she was at work, and she tied me to her office chair, toyed with me for for about 30 minutes, and then rode me. At one point her secretary started to open the door, but rather quickly shut it.

We got engaged about 1 month later, but not long after that she got hit by a drunk driver while she was walking home one night.

lessee we were either 16 or 17 or both 17 i think...
her mom was out of town and her dad was workin the night shift so i snuck out and went over to her place... we were both virgins and it was really awkward... but still fun

we broke up after bout a half semester of me being away for college... shes got a kid now...(glad i dodged that bullet :p) we keep in touch a little bit...

I was 20, she was 17.
We broke up about 6 months ago.. We'll talk a couple of times per week over MSN Messenger, but that's all. Can't say I really want to talk to her anyway (She's an awesome girl and being "just friends" sucks :P)

Not too much different from everyone else. I was 18 & she was 19. We were dating for about a month then her parents left town for a weekend. A party at her place was all the excuse we needed.

Now, she is married to a guy who cheats on her (the guy she dumped me for) and she just had a kid in an attempt to save her marriage. She is unhappy and gained back all the weight she lost before we got together (and then some). I guess what I wished for when she dumped me came true.

I was 17 she was 18. We had been together for a little while, and it just kind of happened. We had been close for a while and then it was like *bam* in. I was a virgin she was one too (though she had been assulted prior to this we considered it a first time for the both of us). We dated for almost five years and now are friends who talk occasionally.

30 years ago, we were both 16 (she MAY have turned 17, I'm not sure). It wasn't her first rodeo. We had dated 3 weeks and we lasted 4 more weeks after that. I've not seen her in over 25 years, but did talk to her on the phone about 10 years ago, as we had a mutual friend that got us in touch with each other. I *think* she's living about 60 miles from me now, as I heard about 3 months ago from someone I think would know.

Last I heard she was a surgery resident in San Francisco. We talk about every 3 to 5 years.

AVOR, have you seen the movie Broken Flowers?... with Bill Murray. You might identify with the main character. :D

I was fourteen years old... It was with the maid back home. She must've been in her early to mid-20s. I was horny as hell and she must've wanted to try my dick because I'd whipped it out in front of her once and she said she'd never had one like that.

I have no clue where she is or what she's up to now, but I deeply regretted it and was scared that I might have caught an STD from her (until I got tested, that is).

We were both 15, I think. She started calling me "chicken" in class, meaning I was afraid to have sex with her. A friend and I took her to see Serpico at a drive-in theator. Afterwards, we parked on a road in the country. I got out and let him try it with her (She was right, I was a chicken). She wouldn't let him do it, so he got out and I got in. We were in the front seat. I suppose she had already decided I would be her first, because she gave me no resistance. She started wimpering about how much it hurt and I came immediately. Very romantic. For weeks afterwards she thought she was preggers. Those were the scariest weeks of my young life. I have no idea what ever became of Mindy.

I was 22 she was 34 passing thru town on a cross country trip. We went back to her hotel room and bumped uglies 3 times, and I never heard from her again.

of course I remember.

Her name was Amanda, and I loved her. She was beautiful and unhappy, and she couldnt speak, and we dated about 3 years.

Yeah, my first girlfriend. She was 15 I was 17. I was a virgin, she was not. She tried to talk to me a couple of times after she broke up with me trying for us to become friends, but I don't believe in friendship after a relationship....at least not yet. We haven't spoken in a long while and I don't really have a desire to talk to her.

I was 18 and she was 17. I stole her from her boyfriend after a Depeche Mode concert (Music for the Masses). We dated for a month before we both lost our virginity to each other. She turned nutso on me and flew to Germany to marry me. Unfortunately, I was not part of the planning of this and was quite surprised when she showed up to get married, seeing as how we hadn't talked in about 4 months.

Fast Forward 5 years, I'm back in California and end up in the hospital with a kidney stone a month before my birthday. On my birthday I get a phone call wishing me a happy birthday from someone who refuses to identify herself. I honestly didn't know who it was and told her I wasn't into games. She told me who it was. I asked her how she got my number. Turns out she worked at the hospital in the billing department, saw my name, got my number, and called. I told her if I ever heard from her again, I'd call the hospital and file a complaint.

I never heard from her again. That was 12 years ago.

It was with some boys. I was about six. So were they. Never thought of this before, never mentioned it to anyone. Grew up completely straight. I was just wondering, does it count? Certainly didn't feel like sex to me...

My first time was nothing special really. Might have been if I could remember it and had it been under different circumstances :p
It was April or May of 1996. We were both seniors in high school, I was 18 and he was 17. We 'dated' for about a month. We had left a party and were a little drunk and stoned. We went to his dad's house and I lost my virginity on his couch. I was his second. I remember falling of the couch during the act and and stifling my laughter so I wouldn't wake up the dad. We got engaged that Christmas. We were engaged for 3 years before I broke it off. He died 6 months later.

I met her in the nursing home where I worked as a janitor. She was 27 and I was 16. She was a CNA. It was very akward and embarrassing. *SIGH*

I definitely told myself that I would hold off on having sex until I knew for a fact that if I ever broke up with the person, I wouldn't regret my first. Sooo... I guess that's what happened.

It was with an ex of mine... i was 18... he was 17... we were in love... happened in my car. It was not at all what i expected sex to be like. In fact, it wasn't really what i expected it to be like every time after that with him. I remember the first time being so quick, and I definitely cried right after... I don't remember why.

I tried to be friends with him after we broke up. He's been pretty much incapable of doing so. So I really just hear random things about him from old mutual friends that we had.

yes, she was a year or 2 older than me, we did it for the sake of just doing it. she's came out a few years later telling me she's a lesbian... go figure. no really. true story.

[QUOTE=eMOTIONal20]I remember the first time being so quick, and I definitely cried right after... I don't remember why.QUOTE]

That's easy, in Byron's words: The tree of knowledge's plucked, all's known'.

The little death is on a par with the Fall; existentially we sense that we have just given up our chance to leave the world and deny its essence - the will - in us, and have just perforned the act that may cast an infinite chain of suffering beings into the future, made of the same stuff, with the same weaknesses, because of a selfish (sinful) impulse. We realize that sex is like a simple but beguiling riddle: when you don't know what it is it's something, when you know what it is its nothing. And we have just damned the world over that infinite nothing. Cry? You should be ashamed of yourself... :icare:

Let's see...rewind about 27 years ago.
I was 16, she was 17. "Tina" (not her real name), and I, had been dating for about 5 months, more or less. Passions and emotions got the better of us, late one night, in a secluded park, after hours, on top of a picnic table. It was...awkward, to say the least.
She started acting a little...well...strange about 2 weeks later. She started blowing me off, and pushing me off on her younger sister. I took the sister out a few times, but there was never anything there. I cornered "Tina" one day, and asked her what the hell was going on. She told me that she wanted to leave "Podunk", (we were from a very small town in PA) and start over fresh, with no reminders of where she had been. I, of course, was heartbroken, and she went off to college a couple of weeks later. I joined the Air Force a year later, and never returned to "Podunk", save the occasional visit. I've never heard from her since. I've since found out, quite by accident, that she now lives in a larger town (small city), not 40 miles from where we grew up. Although I have her address, and her e-mail address, I have not contacted her. Nor will I. 27 years, numerous relationships, and 2 marriages later...and I still have not gotten over that initial heartbreak.