Where it happened: college
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 2
Category: Straight
She was a freshman, and I was a sophomore, and we’d been dating for a semester and a half — hot and heavy, but typical of the time. (Lots of hand jobs, not much else.) Suddenly, in the sixth month, everything changed. We met a couple at a motel and necked passionately there. Then, by mutual agreement, we took a cab to my apartment. There, the Saturday before, I had for the first time put a finger inside her vagina. This time, I put a lot more in. I had no idea what was going to happen; all of a sudden, it . She was wearing a necklace and knee socks, and I had just time enough to think, “Oh my God, I’m getting laid” — and then Wham, I came. Must have taken all of 10 seconds. Now, this was 1961, when good Catholic boys didn’t get laid. I waited untilk the next Fridayt, when her peiod started, and then I bade her farewell. I have felt guilty ever since and still fantaize about meeting her in an airport and buying her a beer and telling her I’m sorry. A postscript: Years later, I was drinking beer one night with thre young women, and the conversation turned to The Night We Squandered Our Virtue. All three of them said they had decided when they had woken up that morning that tonight was the night. In other words, the loss of their virginity wasn’t in the least bit spontaneous. It struck me like thunder; Connie had to give it up. I hadn;t swept her off her sexual feet, after all. Even so, I still look for her in airports.
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