I was one of the last in my group of friends to cash in my V-Card. I hung out with most of the top athletes in my high school (I was good, but far from the best of the bunch). The summer going into my senior year was when both my family and I suffered a major tragedy when a family we were nearly inseparable from died on their vacation. We live in Western North Carolina and they were from the upstate region of South Carolina, so the distance equated to only 50 miles or so apart. Anyway, the patriarch of the family had been best friends with my father since their college days and had remained so for the 30+ years since. Anyway, the funeral services and all were held in SC, where we met some of the departed’s neighborhood friends.
About a week after the funeral, we were invited to a summer cookout-esque sort of get-together in Upstate hosted by one of the families we had met. The family (we’ll call them the Morgans) lived right on a small lake, too, which was pretty cool (don’t worry, I’m getting to the story – this background setting kinda sets it up a little bit). The Morgans’ daughter was a year younger than me. Gorgeous, too. Her name was Juliette. I had played travel baseball with her younger brother before, but I had never met her.
I could tell from the get-go that she kinda liked me; how much she did, I wasn’t sure. But she was cool enough as a person that I honestly wasn’t really thinking about taking her to bed at all at that time. My parents were hanging out upstairs with all of the other parents, I doubt they were thinking that anything explicit was going on among kids aged 15-17 in her basement. Juliette and I were sitting together along with a dozen or so kids watching the Braves game and drinking beer. After we all kinda dispersed and she and I had been talking for what seemed like ages, she said “come here, talk with me on the lake.” So we got in a canoe and rowed out onto this tiny-ass lake and conversed for awhile. I’m still not sure how much she was into me, but I was relaxed for the first time since probably before the crash that killed some of our closest friends.
When we were rowing back towards the bank off of her house, you could hear the “party” music playing – Always be my Baby by Mariah Carey. Funny how coincidental that was, her favorite song (and one I hadn’t heard before) playing and she took my hand as we walked back. Now I knew I virtually had her in my back pocket. By now it was probably 11:30 or so. Most everyone else had gone home by this point. Everyone else that was still at the Morgan house probably thought we were rowing on the lake or something. But she took me into the house through a basement door that led directly to a guest bedroom. I was thinking I had just hit a home run, so to speak, and that I would be home free after I make the first move.
But then she kinda hesitated. “Wait! I don’t know about this.” I asked her “what do you mean?” “Well, I’m still a virgin.” Thank God she didn’t say she didn’t want to go any further, I thought for sure I had done something wrong. But after I told her that made two of us, she asked me if I wanted to have sex, and I said yes, of course. But all that sexual build up didn’t go for nothing, praise Jesus.
Still to this day, more than two years and dozens of badass college party hookups later, the best sex I’ve ever had, and still a great friend to me.
- Name: JD
- Gender: Male
- Age of Virginity Loss: 17
- Current Age: 19
- How would you categorize your story?: Perfect
- Country: United States
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