Where it happened: at college
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I guess I’d spent too many years listening to the horror stories of my girl friends who got their hearts broken by the guys the ‘loved’. Maybe I just didn’t think that sex and emotion had to necessarily mix. Particularly for the first time, which was so typically emotionally charged.
The reason doesn’t really matter, though. The bottom line is that I was a virgin at 19 who was extremely curious about sex, ready to explore it, and unwilling to get emotionally involved with the object of my desire.
One weekend I simply decided it was time. I went in search of someone to take care of my little problem.
He was a guy at this dance club. No one special. I never even knew his name. He asked me to dance. I asked him to walk me home. We spent the next three days in bed. He nearly freaked when he found out I was a virgin. Actually, he didn’t believe me until it became obvious that I was telling the truth. Of course, he recovered well and we had a lot of fun for the rest of the weekend.
I know that my virginal status struck him as strange, though. He came by my apartment several times the following week to ask me if I regretted what we’d done and kept trying to ask me out again. He truly looked lost when I explained to him that I had done it the way I had because I specifically wanted it to be anonymous. I don’t think he ever got that. I would see him around campus occasionally and he always stared at me with these long, wistful looks.
I’ve never regretted my actions, however strange they may have appeared to my lover.
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