Speaker 1: Guys, what's the most unexpected way you lost your V card?
Speaker 1: Story one. I was working at a beach resort in
Speaker 1: Maine called Point Sebago, organizing activities like kids games and
Speaker 1: Botchie tournaments for the adults. One evening, around eight thirty
Speaker 1: or nine, I was strolling along the beach when I
Speaker 1: noticed some girls swimming in the water. They started yelling
Speaker 1: and giggling at me. It turned out they were skinny
Speaker 1: dipping and inviting me to join. Hell yeah, I wasn't
Speaker 1: about to say no. I sprinted about one hundred yards
Speaker 1: to the nearest bush, quickly shed some clothes, and jumped
Speaker 1: into the water. After splashing around and giggling for a
Speaker 1: few minutes, we made our way to a dock about
Speaker 1: fifty yards away. As we treaded water, I suddenly felt
Speaker 1: something brush against my leg. Then again it was soft.
Speaker 1: Wait another leg, smooth and perfectly shaved. I glanced to
Speaker 1: my left and caught my first ever doo me look. Somehow,
Speaker 1: I just knew exactly what it meant. I swam closer
Speaker 1: and started kissing her. While we were kissing, she grabbed
Speaker 1: my hand and swam backward under the dock. I followed
Speaker 1: without hesitation. Things escalated quickly. After a few minutes, her
Speaker 1: friend started catching on and called out urgently for her
Speaker 1: to come back. You could hear the change in her
Speaker 1: voice as she realized what was going on. About five
Speaker 1: minutes later, we finished, or at least I did. She
Speaker 1: gave me a coy smile and a wink before swimming
Speaker 1: back out to meet her friend. As she swam back
Speaker 1: to shore, I asked her name. She paused for a moment,
Speaker 1: then said Meredith. I could tell she was lying. Just
Speaker 1: as quickly as it had started.
Speaker 2: It was over.
Speaker 1: I stayed in the water treading for a few minutes,
Speaker 1: letting it sink in that this amazing girl, whose real
Speaker 1: name I'd never know, had made me a man. Tonight,
Speaker 1: Meredith or whatever your name really is. Thank you before
Speaker 1: we continue. You us a quick favor. Smashed that like
Speaker 1: button and subscribe to support our channel. Story two. There
Speaker 1: was a woman who worked at our school. I'm not
Speaker 1: exactly sure what her official role was, but she worked
Speaker 1: in the office, handing out forms to students, some kind
Speaker 1: of clerk. At graduation, those of us with a three
Speaker 1: point five GPA or higher received a special, fancier version
Speaker 1: of our diploma. Mine had metallic blue detailing for a
Speaker 1: three point seven gpa. She was the one handing them
Speaker 1: out that day. I had seen her a few times
Speaker 1: before during school, and at that age, with raging hormones,
Speaker 1: you can find just about anyone attractive. She was definitely
Speaker 1: hot for an older woman. We'd exchanged eye contact and
Speaker 1: glances before. That was the build up. When I collected
Speaker 1: my diploma, she congratulated me and slipped me a post
Speaker 1: it note with a number on it, one hundred and forty.
Speaker 1: She told me if I was interested to meet her
Speaker 1: there for an extra reward, there was a room number
Speaker 1: at a nearby hotel, the only one within a mile
Speaker 1: of the school. I have no regrets. I was eighteen,
Speaker 1: she was forty eight, and I guess that's when my
Speaker 1: fascination and obsession with older wins and began to be honest,
Speaker 1: the banging part itself was underwhelming, and I was nervous
Speaker 1: as hell the whole time, But doing something i'd always
Speaker 1: fantasized about and with someone i'd had the dirtiest thoughts
Speaker 1: about throughout high school made it totally worth it. And yes,
Speaker 1: whenever I tell this story, people immediately call bs.
Speaker 2: But who cares. I know, I got some that day.
Speaker 1: Story three. I was a chubby kid with low self esteem,
Speaker 1: mostly keeping to myself and not socializing much. Then one
Speaker 1: day out of nowhere, my dad showed up. I hadn't
Speaker 1: seen him in months. As usual, he was drunk. He said,
Speaker 1: get in the car. We start going fishing. I climbed
Speaker 1: in and we headed south. I fell asleep somewhere along
Speaker 1: the way. When I woke up, it was dark outside.
Speaker 1: I asked, are we close to the lake? He just
Speaker 1: laughed and popped open another beer. We stopped at a
Speaker 1: gas station, and that's when I realized we were in Mexico.
Speaker 1: An hour later, we stopped at a dimly lit cantina
Speaker 1: and walked in. There were about ten women and a
Speaker 1: bartender inside. My dad handed the bartender some money and
Speaker 1: told me take your pick, pointing at the women. Her
Speaker 1: name was Rosa. She smelled of cigarettes and sheep perfume.
Speaker 1: She took me by her rough, calloused hand, leading me upstairs.
Speaker 1: Not sure if I knew what was happening, I looked
Speaker 1: back to for reassurance from my dad, but he was
Speaker 1: already on his way to a room with one of
Speaker 1: the other women. After that, my confidence improved, I got
Speaker 1: in shape, began talking to girls, and turned out to
Speaker 1: be a handsome, self assured man. I hardly saw my
Speaker 1: dad after that, but I owe it all to him
Speaker 1: and his present on my fifteenth birthday.
Speaker 2: Story four.
Speaker 1: Honestly, I'm not thrilled about how it all went down,
Speaker 1: but whatever. I lost my V card fairly recently, toward
Speaker 1: the end of twenty twenty two. It happened because one
Speaker 1: of my mom's friends, who travels a lot, was coming
Speaker 1: to visit. She has a daughter, though I didn't know
Speaker 1: that at the time. I was at school when my
Speaker 1: mom texted me telling me to greet them and all that. Afterwards,
Speaker 1: I was heading back home. Luckily, I was already looking
Speaker 1: nice from an event we had at school. When I
Speaker 1: got home, I greeted my mom's friend like usual. Just
Speaker 1: as I was about to head to my room, she
Speaker 1: called out my name and asked me to greet someone else.
Speaker 2: I didn't think much of it.
Speaker 1: Then the most gorgeous girl I'd ever seen came out
Speaker 1: of the guest bathroom. Instead of a handshake, she gave
Speaker 1: me a hug, which was really unusual for me, and
Speaker 1: I could feel my heart pounding later, we decided to
Speaker 1: grab lunch at a restaurant. Just as we were about
Speaker 1: to walk in, she suddenly turned around and started grooming
Speaker 1: my hair and eyebrows. She said, I just wanted to
Speaker 1: fix a small thing that was bothering me. I wasn't
Speaker 1: expecting that at all. I still remember every detail clearly.
Speaker 1: I just said, oh, okay, I wasn't expecting that. After that,
Speaker 1: lunch became really awkward. We barely made eye contact and
Speaker 1: stayed silent throughout the entire meal. On the trip back home,
Speaker 1: we started chatting a lot and really had fun together.
Speaker 1: When we got there, her parents expected her to sleep
Speaker 1: in my room with me since I was supposed to
Speaker 1: sleep in the living room, but she decided to stay
Speaker 1: in the living room instead. Her parents were skeptical, but
Speaker 1: eventually agreed. We started making small talk on the couch
Speaker 1: and decided to put on Netflix to watch a show.
Speaker 1: After a while, she began talking about my love life
Speaker 1: and shared how her ex had cheated on her. When
Speaker 1: I started opening up, she was surprised to learn that
Speaker 1: I don't have a love life and have never really
Speaker 1: been with anyone before. Then, she started asking if the
Speaker 1: girl on the show was hot sexy cute, and I shrugged,
Speaker 1: saying sure, I guess. Suddenly, she lay down on my
Speaker 1: lap while the show played. I looked down at her
Speaker 1: and told her she was really beautiful. She smiled and
Speaker 1: thanked me. Then she mentioned how fast my heart was beating,
Speaker 1: and I instantly got flustered. I blurted out, oh, you
Speaker 1: can hear that.
Speaker 2: She nodded yes.
Speaker 1: I admitted sorry, I said, just never been this close
Speaker 1: to a girl before. She looked, really, so you seriously
Speaker 1: are virgin? I nodded yeah. She said, well I thought
Speaker 1: you were lying, but now I believe you. Okay, I
Speaker 1: said quietly. There was a brief pause, then she said okay.
Speaker 1: I sep tired of this. She got up, sat on
Speaker 1: my lap, facing me, and started kissing me. After a moment,
Speaker 1: she asked, are you okay. There was a small hesitation
Speaker 1: before I replied yeah, I said in fine. We ended
Speaker 1: up making out on the couch for a while after that.
Speaker 1: After a few minutes, we both moved onto the inflatable
Speaker 1: bed and continued to make out. I nervously asked, is
Speaker 1: it okay? If we you know do it? She replied, yeah,
Speaker 1: it's up to you. By the way, she had an IUD,
Speaker 1: so we didn't use a rubber. Looking back, that was
Speaker 1: a really stupid risk, but I was caught up in
Speaker 1: the moment and just horny. When I was done, she
Speaker 1: smiled and said, I don't know what you did, but
Speaker 1: that was actually good.
Speaker 2: I liked it.
Speaker 1: That compliment completely boosted my confidence and self esteem. After that,
Speaker 1: we basically took every opportunity we had alone to be
Speaker 1: together until she left, and we stayed connected for a
Speaker 1: while until she ended up ghosting me. Story five. When
Speaker 1: I was eighteen, I played in a pretty terrible metal band.
Speaker 1: I was dating this girl at the time, and she
Speaker 1: had been dropping some not so subtle hints that she
Speaker 1: was ready to take things further. One day, during band practice,
Speaker 1: a few of the guys decided to take a break,
Speaker 1: light up some weed, and head across the street to
Speaker 1: toss around a football. I told them I'd stay behind
Speaker 1: and chill in the basement with her, not because I
Speaker 1: had some master plan, but mostly because I had zero
Speaker 1: interest in throwing a football.
Speaker 2: As they were.
Speaker 1: Leaving, my drummer casually told me he had a monster
Speaker 1: energy box stashed in the corner with rubbers in it.
Speaker 1: My brother, who played bass, in the band looked back
Speaker 1: at me and said, make me proud. We all laughed
Speaker 1: and they headed out. So we start sitting on the
Speaker 1: couch watching sixteen and Pregnant of all things. She turns
Speaker 1: to me with a sly grin and says, don't you
Speaker 1: want to make your brother proud? At that point, I
Speaker 1: practically leapt off the couch, ran to the monster box
Speaker 1: and pulled out a rubber thought I ripped it, so
Speaker 1: I tossed it and grabbed another same thing. By the
Speaker 1: time we actually started, there were a couple failed attempts
Speaker 1: on the floor, like weird little trophies. We'd just gotten
Speaker 1: going mid action in my drummer's bed, mind you, when
Speaker 1: the door suddenly opens and the whole band walks in.
Speaker 1: My drummer absolutely lost it. I yelled at them to
Speaker 1: get out, but the moment was kind of wrecked. At
Speaker 1: that point, we didn't get to finish, and to top
Speaker 1: it all off, a few of the guys wouldn't stop
Speaker 1: making jokes about my jiggling cheeks afterward. Story six. Once
Speaker 1: upon a time I was a closeted lesbian. My friends
Speaker 1: and I used to go into our rural walmart in
Speaker 1: the middle of the night to steal beer. When we
Speaker 1: were eighteen, we usually just pocketed like one two each
Speaker 1: and walked out. One night, around two am, we headed
Speaker 1: to Walmart to do the usual. We were passing through
Speaker 1: the toy section to head towards the beer in the back,
Speaker 1: and we rounded a corner and saw Ben. Ben was
Speaker 1: in his early twenties. He had a two foot tall
Speaker 1: mohawk that I later learned was held up by Elmer's glue.
Speaker 1: He was riding a pink tricycle down the aisle as
Speaker 1: an employee followed him, trying to get him to stop
Speaker 1: and put the bike back. We all laughed at him,
Speaker 1: and my buddy struck up a conversation. It came to
Speaker 1: Ben's attention that we were there to steal beer. He
Speaker 1: told us he would help. Sweet He grabbed a cart
Speaker 1: and proceeded to put an entire thirty pack onto the
Speaker 1: bottom of the cart. We thought he was being cool
Speaker 1: and was going to buy all of that for us,
Speaker 1: but no, he just wheeled that cart right out into
Speaker 1: the parking lot to my friend's car. Now, at the
Speaker 1: time I knew I was interested in women, but I
Speaker 1: was still trying really hard to make friends and family
Speaker 1: believe I was straight. I decided that if I had
Speaker 1: to have a man, this was the guy for me.
Speaker 1: I started flirting and got his number. Next weekend, a
Speaker 1: friend down in Jacksonville was having a party. My best
Speaker 1: friend said we should go, and that she was bringing
Speaker 1: her boyfriend, Philip, and that they were going to do
Speaker 1: it for the first time the night of the party.
Speaker 1: My entire puberty thus far, i'd been following my best
Speaker 1: friend's cues. I got my first boyfriend when she did,
Speaker 1: I kissed a boy the same time she did, etc.
Speaker 1: So I figured, well, crap, okay, I guess it's time
Speaker 1: to lose my V card now too. I invited Ben
Speaker 1: and we went down to Florida. Turns out the only
Speaker 1: private place to do the deed was one bedroom. My
Speaker 1: best friend and I lost our V card together in
Speaker 1: the same bed.
Speaker 2: LMAO.
Speaker 1: Long story short. Ben is actually a really nice and
Speaker 1: intuitive guy. He asked me later why I seemed uncomfortable.
Speaker 1: I admitted I was gay. He was one of the
Speaker 1: first people I was honest about it with. I am
Speaker 1: now married to a woman, and Ben and I still
Speaker 1: keep in touch almost twenty years later. Story seven. I
Speaker 1: used to be pretty clueless when it came to women.
Speaker 1: I became friends with one of my coworkers who was
Speaker 1: a total ladies man. He took it upon himself to
Speaker 1: coach me. Not that I got much better, but at
Speaker 1: least I felt less anxious. Helping me lose my virginity
Speaker 1: basically became his personal mission. He set me up with
Speaker 1: two of his friends, but let's just say my guy
Speaker 1: couldn't rise to the occasion.
Speaker 2: That was news to me at the.
Speaker 1: Time, but I later learned it's actually not that uncommon,
Speaker 1: especially when you're nervous. A few months went by, I
Speaker 1: started going on regular dates, but still nothing. Then he
Speaker 1: introduced me to a third friend, someone I hadn't met before.
Speaker 1: I got her number, set up a time to hang out,
Speaker 1: and drove over nerves kicking in hard. She met me
Speaker 1: at the door, took me to her room, and we
Speaker 1: sat on the bed. We barely exchanged more than a
Speaker 1: couple of sentences before we started making out. I was
Speaker 1: still unsure, worried that things might go the same way
Speaker 1: as before, but things progressed. We did it and then
Speaker 1: just laid there cuddling for a bit. Afterward. It honestly
Speaker 1: felt like turning eight you don't really feel any different
Speaker 1: in the moment, but after it sinks in, you get
Speaker 1: that big man on campus vibe for a few days
Speaker 1: before everything goes back to normal. For me, once the
Speaker 1: whole thing was demystified, it became way less nerve wracking,
Speaker 1: and I learned fast how important communication is with your partner.
Speaker 1: I was lucky. She was really kind and patient. Apparently
Speaker 1: my friend had told her it had been a while
Speaker 1: for me, so she assumed I'd just been out of
Speaker 1: the game for a bit. She had no idea it
Speaker 1: was my first time. Afterwards, she told me I did
Speaker 1: really well for someone getting back into it. Looking back,
Speaker 1: I'm pretty sure she was just being nice, but it
Speaker 1: helped my confidence a lot. Overall, pretty decent experience, I said,
Speaker 1: say story eight. I made myself a promise I wouldn't
Speaker 1: risk having a kid until I had a job that
Speaker 1: paid enough to actually support one. As soon as I
Speaker 1: turned eighteen, I went straight into construction.
Speaker 2: Where I live.
Speaker 1: You can survive on about fifteen dollars an hour if
Speaker 1: you're not in the big cities, or if you don't
Speaker 1: mind the occasional crackhead neighbor. I was making fourteen dollars
Speaker 1: an hour, but pulling over fifty hours a week, so
Speaker 1: I figured I was close enough. I called up my buddy,
Speaker 1: told him I was ready. He called up a girl
Speaker 1: he knew, and the next thing I knew, we were
Speaker 1: going at it in the cab of his truck while
Speaker 1: he sat on the tailgate drinking a beer. He didn't
Speaker 1: even finish his first one before we were done. He
Speaker 1: just shook his head and said, I stomped drinking at
Speaker 1: least three, so you stump, might as well keep trying.
Speaker 1: Next month, that same guy is going to be the
Speaker 1: best man at my wedding. Story nine. I was on
Speaker 1: a high school exchange trip, staying in a small town
Speaker 1: in Spain. One night, we went to a disco with
Speaker 1: the host kids, and I was hanging out with one
Speaker 1: of the Spanish girls I'd been crushing on, but I
Speaker 1: was way too nervous to even try dancing with her.
Speaker 1: While we were chatting, a guy around our age, maybe
Speaker 1: a year or two older, came over and started talking
Speaker 1: to us. My Spanish was pretty terrible, thanks high school
Speaker 1: Spanish classes, but from what I could tell, he was
Speaker 1: in interested in talking to an American and was using
Speaker 1: the little English he knew the girl was trying to
Speaker 1: translate for us, and although her English was pretty good,
Speaker 1: she was struggling a bit. Still, we were having a
Speaker 1: good time, and after a while he offered to go
Speaker 1: grab a round of drinks while he was gone. She
Speaker 1: nervously stammered, trying to fill me in on what I'd
Speaker 1: missed during their conversation. It turned out he was actually
Speaker 1: hitting on me, and she'd been hesitant to tell me
Speaker 1: because she wasn't sure how I'd react. This was the
Speaker 1: mid eighties, and since I was American, she thought I
Speaker 1: might get really mad and want to beat him up.
Speaker 1: I just laughed and kept reassuring her that it didn't
Speaker 1: bother me at all. When he came back, I thanked
Speaker 1: him for the drinks and asked her to translate if
Speaker 1: he didn't understand what I was saying. I told him
Speaker 1: I was flattered, but that I'm straight. I also offered
Speaker 1: to buy the next round, but he refused, saying I
Speaker 1: was a guest. We chatted a little longer while we drank,
Speaker 1: then he said goodbye, and I thanked him again. After
Speaker 1: he walked away, she looked at me, clearly confused, and
Speaker 1: asked why it didn't bother me. I told her I
Speaker 1: had a friend who was gay and that I was
Speaker 1: probably the only person he'd ever come out to. Then
Speaker 1: I added, honestly, I was surprised he thought I was
Speaker 1: cute enough to talk to like that, which made her laugh.
Speaker 1: She called me silly, grabbed my hand, and dragged me
Speaker 1: out onto the dance floor. We danced for a while,
Speaker 1: and when I tried to tell her I wasn't really
Speaker 1: into dancing, she just made me dance even more. Finally,
Speaker 1: I said I wanted to get another drink, and as
Speaker 1: we headed to the bar, I awkwardly admitted that I
Speaker 1: needed to hit the bathroom first. She was waiting for
Speaker 1: me when I came out of the bathroom and suggested
Speaker 1: we go somewhere else for a drink since the disco
Speaker 1: was charging way too much. Taking my hand as we walked,
Speaker 1: she told me she needed to stop by her older
Speaker 1: sister's apartment to grab something.
Speaker 2: On the way.
Speaker 1: I agreed, and once we were inside, she basically pounced
Speaker 1: on me. I mentioned her sister, but she assured me
Speaker 1: her sister was working and that we were alone.
Speaker 2: We ended up on the.
Speaker 1: Sofa making out heavily, and she noticed I was visibly excited.
Speaker 1: As she reached down. I nervously stammered that I'd never
Speaker 1: done this before. She gave me a smirk that basically
Speaker 1: said no kidding, then gave me my first blowy. Needless
Speaker 1: to say, I didn't last long. Somehow during all that,
Speaker 1: I managed to take her shirt off. When she was done,
Speaker 1: I asked if she wanted me to return the favor,
Speaker 1: and the look of surprise on her face was priceless.
Speaker 1: She told me she'd never had that before, but was
Speaker 1: definitely interested in trying. I admitted I'd never done it either,
Speaker 1: que another no kidding smirk, and hoped I'd be okay.
Speaker 1: Relying on all the skills I'd picked up from watching corn,
Speaker 1: I went to work. I figured I was doing all
Speaker 1: right when she practically crushed my head with her legs.
Speaker 1: After she caught her breath, she looked down and smiled
Speaker 1: when she saw I was ready again. She told me
Speaker 1: she'd only had been intimate once before, most of this
Speaker 1: was communicated through a mix of pigeon English and Spanish,
Speaker 1: and didn't realize a guy could be ready that quickly.
Speaker 1: I told her, neither did I, and she laughed. She
Speaker 1: grabbed our clothes, and I thought it was time to
Speaker 1: get dressed, but instead she walked down the hall and
Speaker 1: led me to a small bedroom. She tossed our clothes
Speaker 1: inside and pointed to the bed. I went over and
Speaker 1: she stepped away. Then she came back with a triumphant smile.
Speaker 1: It turned out she'd rated her sister's room for rubber
Speaker 1: after figuring out how to put one on. That's when
Speaker 1: I officially lost my v card. Story ten. I was
Speaker 1: eighteen and he was nineteen. We worked together and I
Speaker 1: had a huge crush on him. One Friday night, I
Speaker 1: ran into him while I was out and we ended
Speaker 1: up going back to his place. Things started getting hot
Speaker 1: and heavy, and at one point I excused myself to pee.
Speaker 1: I vividly remember sitting on the toilet, thinking, oh my god,
Speaker 1: it's about to happen. I'm about to lose my v card.
Speaker 1: I went back to his room, and well, it happened.
Speaker 1: He hadn't believed me when I said I was a
Speaker 1: virgin until he encountered a bit more resistance than he
Speaker 1: would expecting. He was generously endowed, not that I had
Speaker 1: anything to compare it to at the time, and I
Speaker 1: ended up sore and bleeding for a couple of days.
Speaker 1: The next day at work, he completely ignored me. I
Speaker 1: even overheard him mocking my inexperience to one of the
Speaker 1: other guys. I felt awful, embarrassed, and small. It definitely
Speaker 1: hit my confidence hard, but luckily it was just my
Speaker 1: pride that got bruised, not my heart. He didn't deserve
Speaker 1: to be number one on my list. Fast forward to
Speaker 1: when I was about twenty four, I bumped into him again.
Speaker 1: This time I invited him back to my place. It
Speaker 1: was one hundred percent an ego move. I wanted him
Speaker 1: to want me to see what I'd learned in the
Speaker 1: years since we hooked up, and afterward he asked if
Speaker 1: he could see me again. I told him no, never
Speaker 1: saw him again. That was twenty years ago. Story eleven.
Speaker 1: I was eighteen dating the twenty five year old. He
Speaker 1: picked me up during my thirty minute lunch break for
Speaker 1: my first job at Walgreens. We drove back to his place, banged,
Speaker 1: and then he dropped me off like nothing happened. I
Speaker 1: went straight back behind the register and tried to act
Speaker 1: like everything was normal. When I got home that night,
Speaker 1: I cried. At the time, I didn't really register how
Speaker 1: sad that all was. It just felt like something I
Speaker 1: needed to get over with. Looking back now typing this out,
Speaker 1: it hits differently edit. I still wrestle with how to
Speaker 1: feel about it. Part of me thinks I agreed to it.
Speaker 1: I wanted to get it over with, but another part
Speaker 1: of me feels deeply uncomfortable, like I was taken advantage
Speaker 1: of the things that happened after makes it even clearer
Speaker 1: now that I was being prepped when I got grounded.
Speaker 1: He bought me a phone so I could sneak around
Speaker 1: and still see him. He once called my school, pretending
Speaker 1: to be my dad, just so I could skip and
Speaker 1: hang out with him. He also recorded us doing it
Speaker 1: without telling me, which I didn't even find out about
Speaker 1: until later. I'm thirty. Now it's been a long time
Speaker 1: and I try not to dwell on it. But one
Speaker 1: thing that really sticks with me is how many people
Speaker 1: in our friend group just looked the other way.
Speaker 2: No one said anything, no one stepped in.
Speaker 1: So if you're reading this and ever see a situation
Speaker 1: like this happening, please speak up. Stand up for the
Speaker 1: girl who might not realize until years later that she
Speaker 1: deserved so much better. Story twelve He was my first
Speaker 1: boyfriend and we were both twenty at the time. I
Speaker 1: think I was his fourth or maybe fifth girlfriend. Before him,
Speaker 1: I'd only been kissed once. Growing up with just one parent,
Speaker 1: I never really knew what to expect from having a boyfriend.
Speaker 1: What do people even do when they date? Movies and
Speaker 1: TV offered every kind of answer, but nothing that really
Speaker 1: prepared me. Every time we went out, he kept pushing
Speaker 1: for more. I told him again and again that for
Speaker 1: now I was only comfortable with holding hands and light kissing.
Speaker 1: This was just a week or two into the relationship.
Speaker 1: But he wouldn't listen and kept pushing until I finally
Speaker 1: gave in. His line was always just touching you. It's
Speaker 1: not banging. It's not a big deal. Everyone does it.
Speaker 1: I felt guilty, so I led him, and every time
Speaker 1: we met he pushed for more. I started to dread
Speaker 1: going out with him, but I convinced myself it was
Speaker 1: my fault, that I just needed to grow up. He
Speaker 1: also humiliated me in front of others. Once we were
Speaker 1: out with a group of friends and the conversation turned
Speaker 1: to physical intimacy. Suddenly he loudly declared I wouldn't know.
Speaker 1: I'm not getting any Everyone turned to look at me.
Speaker 1: At the time, I thought they were judging me, wondering
Speaker 1: how I could deny him, But now looking back, I
Speaker 1: realized they were probably thinking, how does she put up
Speaker 1: with this a hole? Anyway? A week or two after that,
Speaker 1: I finally gave in. He had already pushed me into
Speaker 1: giving him hj's and bjs, which made me really uncomfortable.
Speaker 1: At that point, I thought, what the hell I salled,
Speaker 1: just get it over with.
Speaker 2: But I hated it.
Speaker 1: I hated that it felt physically good, yet emotionally it
Speaker 1: was so painful. Even though it felt nice, it wasn't
Speaker 1: something I wanted. It was something I felt pressured into.
Speaker 1: It wasn't my choice. Anyway. I hope you're doing better now,
Speaker 1: and I hope you found someone you actually want to
Speaker 1: be with, not someone you feel like you have to
Speaker 1: be with.
Speaker 2: Story thirteen.
Speaker 1: My first real relationship was back in twenty eleven, when
Speaker 1: I was nineteen, dating a girl i'd known since high school.
Speaker 1: Early on, I told her I wanted to wait before
Speaker 1: we become intimate until I was married. I wanted that
Speaker 1: experience to be special and just for one person. She
Speaker 1: wasn't a virgin, but that didn't matter to me. About
Speaker 1: two weeks in, she started doing little things to get
Speaker 1: me all up and charged, but I kept reminding her
Speaker 1: that I wasn't ready to have intimate relations. A couple
Speaker 1: of weeks later, we'd moved in with my best friend
Speaker 1: and we're watching a movie at the apartment when she
Speaker 1: started nibbling on my finger and then asked if I'd
Speaker 1: rather she do that to my dong. I wasn't really
Speaker 1: comfortable with it at first, but she kept saying, it's
Speaker 1: not banging, just a blowy. Well, I was nineteen and
Speaker 1: my little guy was excited, so we went to the
Speaker 1: bedroom and she gave me a blowy. The next night,
Speaker 1: we had a small get together with some friends. I'd
Speaker 1: been drinking and was pretty wasted, while she stayed sober.
Speaker 1: After the party ended, we went to bed. She started
Speaker 1: giving me blowy again and told me she just wanted
Speaker 1: to put the tip in. I just lay there while
Speaker 1: she banged me. Afterwards, she said, you don't have to
Speaker 1: tell me you love me if you don't want to.
Speaker 1: I still remember those words clearly. I had rolled away
Speaker 1: from her and was facing the wall. Flashed forward a
Speaker 1: couple of years and we were engaged. We moved about
Speaker 1: eight hours away from home for my job. She stayed
Speaker 1: with me for two weeks before heading back to our
Speaker 1: hometown to help a friend. What she actually did was
Speaker 1: sleep with at least three guys I know of. We
Speaker 1: broke up, but even then I tried to work things
Speaker 1: out with her. I took a job back home so
Speaker 1: she wouldn't have to move away again, hoping she'd come
Speaker 1: back to me. She never did. Instead, she slept with
Speaker 1: several of my friends and even tried to sleep with
Speaker 1: my best friend. She told him I'd broken her heart
Speaker 1: when I ended things because of her cheating, and that
Speaker 1: she wanted revenge. She ended up giving him a blowy,
Speaker 1: but they never had intimate relations. He called me to
Speaker 1: tell me everything, which put a long strain on our friendship,
Speaker 1: but despite that, we're still close like brothers today. It
Speaker 1: took me a long time to see that her leaving
Speaker 1: was actually the best thing that could have happened to me.
Speaker 1: She didn't work, spent my money like crazy, and I
Speaker 1: found out she had been cheating on me since we
Speaker 1: had started dating. I will say I did have a
Speaker 1: lot of fun with her. I have great memories from
Speaker 1: that period of my life, but all in all, it
Speaker 1: was time to move on.
Speaker 2: Story fourteen.
Speaker 1: Back in two thousand and nine, when I was twenty one,
Speaker 1: I noticed this new girl at church. She was nineteen,
Speaker 1: and I thought she had a really cute cakes. I
Speaker 1: always carried my DSLR camera with me, and when she
Speaker 1: walked in, she stopped and asked if I was a photographer. Later,
Speaker 1: I went out to eat with some older friends and
Speaker 1: she showed up with a few of them. I hoped
Speaker 1: I might get to take her home since I found
Speaker 1: out she didn't drive, but another girl ended up giving
Speaker 1: her a ride, to my surprise. About a month earlier,
Speaker 1: I had started attending a very casual Bible study held
Speaker 1: at her aunt's house. She had just moved in with
Speaker 1: her aunt and uncle to get away from her old life.
Speaker 1: Her upbringing felt like it had been in a cult.
Speaker 1: The night I first met her, I went to the
Speaker 1: Bible study and we ended up talking late into the night.
Speaker 1: I also learned from her aunt that my own aunt, uncle,
Speaker 1: and cousins were close friends with her family. She even
Speaker 1: invited me to watch Over the Hedge with her in
Speaker 1: the basement. She giggled through the entire movie, which I
Speaker 1: thought was really cute. When it ended, she asked if
Speaker 1: I had a girlfriend. A week later, we went on
Speaker 1: a date dinner in a movie and ended up making
Speaker 1: out for almost the whole film. Then sometime the following
Speaker 1: week we were fooling around in her aunt and uncle's
Speaker 1: basement and things escalated after the movie. I was driving
Speaker 1: her to work every day since she didn't have a car,
Speaker 1: so we were spending a lot of time together. I
Speaker 1: didn't have many obligations then, I was living off a
Speaker 1: small life insurance payout for my mom's passing. Most days
Speaker 1: we hung out in her aunt and uncle's basement. Then,
Speaker 1: probably two or three weeks after we met, she came
Speaker 1: over to my apartment. I don't remember much about that
Speaker 1: first time, mostly feeling really nervous how amazing it was,
Speaker 1: and pretty much falling in love with her. Afterward, I
Speaker 1: realized the rubber had broken, so we went to the
Speaker 1: local pharmacy where I bought her plan B. After that,
Speaker 1: she moved in with me and we dated for several years.
Speaker 1: I took tons of pictures of her during that time.
Speaker 1: Edit my wife would probably insist I mentioned that after
Speaker 1: dating for several years, I married the love of my
Speaker 1: life her in twenty twelve, and now we have two
Speaker 1: amazing kids.
Speaker 2: Story fifteen, senior year of high school.
Speaker 1: I was taking some college classes and started hanging out
Speaker 1: with the Canadian hockey crew.
Speaker 2: There.
Speaker 1: I got pretty close with the team captain. They were,
Speaker 1: to put it, mildly heavy drinkers. His girlfriend was absolutely stunning, though.
Speaker 1: One night we all ended up roadloading in a van,
Speaker 1: basically cruising slowly down empty dirt farm roads in rural Iowa,
Speaker 1: drinking and playing. Never have I ever, I admitted I'd
Speaker 1: never had a satisfying blowy, and his girlfriend gave me
Speaker 1: a look of pure pity. Later we crashed at a
Speaker 1: friend's place. I was on the couch in the basement
Speaker 1: with four or five others passed out on the floor nearby.
Speaker 1: Around two am, I woke up to his girlfriend unbuttoning
Speaker 1: my pant, still drunk. It seemed like a great idea
Speaker 1: at the time. Instead of the expected blowy, she got
Speaker 1: all bare and started to do her thing. Not exactly
Speaker 1: proud of my endurance, but hey, that was my first time.
Speaker 1: I think her boyfriend was passed out in the same room.
Speaker 1: It's a little blurry. I definitely felt like a jerk.
Speaker 1: Once I sobered up the next day, I still haven't
Speaker 1: had a satisfying blowy story.
Speaker 2: Sixteen.
Speaker 1: I was nineteen and enjoying myself at my first real
Speaker 1: house party. There were tons of people, plenty of alcohol,
Speaker 1: and a wild energy in the air. The crowd ranged
Speaker 1: in age, some as young as seventeen, others in their
Speaker 1: mid twenties, probably around twenty four or twenty five. You
Speaker 1: might wonder why teenagers and twenty somethings were at the
Speaker 1: same party. It all came down to connections. The seventeen
Speaker 1: year olds were friends with the eighteen and nineteen year olds,
Speaker 1: mostly through high school, shared classes, clubs, sports, or band
Speaker 1: A lot of the older teens were younger siblings of
Speaker 1: the twenty somethings who had their own older friend groups. Basically,
Speaker 1: it was a big web of mutual acquaintance's six degrees
Speaker 1: of separation kind of deal.
Speaker 2: Anyway.
Speaker 1: I was usually a pretty reserved kid, though still social
Speaker 1: in my own way, but that night I got absolutely
Speaker 1: wasted and turned into a way more outgoing version of myself.
Speaker 1: I was cracking jokes with people I normally wouldn't talk to,
Speaker 1: and flirting with people I'd never have the guts to
Speaker 1: flirt with, like the older sister of my friend's sister's friend.
Speaker 1: I was nineteen and she was maybe twenty. I'm not
Speaker 1: entirely sure either way. The flirting got intense throughout the night,
Speaker 1: finding ourselves alone together in a quiet room down a
Speaker 1: hallway away from the crowd. Flirting turned into kissing. Kissing
Speaker 1: turned into hands roaming. But the party was huge, the
Speaker 1: music was pounding, and people were everywhere, so nothing more
Speaker 1: happened just yet. The vibe was there, but the timing wasn't.
Speaker 1: Flashed forward to the end of the night, I bition
Speaker 1: blacking in and out, absolutely wasted. One minute I was
Speaker 1: sitting at the kitchen table, and the next I found
Speaker 1: myself slumped at the end of the hallway, barely standing,
Speaker 1: with a friend telling me prospero, Finch, you need.
Speaker 2: To lie down now.
Speaker 1: I nodded and let him guide me into one of
Speaker 1: the spare rooms that had unofficially become a crash zone
Speaker 1: for the overly drunk. It was the kind of setup
Speaker 1: with makeshift bedding on the floor, a few people already
Speaker 1: passed out in random spots, and a large bucket in
Speaker 1: the corner just in case someone couldn't hold their liquor.
Speaker 1: I was lying there in the room, drifting in and
Speaker 1: out of sleep, or maybe blacking out, it's hard to tell.
Speaker 1: Cross the room, I noticed my makeout partner half asleep.
Speaker 1: I rolled over toward her, She saw me, and before
Speaker 1: long we were kissing again amid the pile of pasted
Speaker 1: out partygoers, with our inhibitions completely gone and surrounded by
Speaker 1: others just as drunk. Things quickly escalated and we went
Speaker 1: all the way. I barely remember the actual banging part,
Speaker 1: just that it happened. I'm guessing it was awkward and
Speaker 1: clumsy because we were both so wasted. I can't recall
Speaker 1: if either of us got to finish, or how it
Speaker 1: even ended. One moment I was caught up in it,
Speaker 1: and the next I was waking up the next morning
Speaker 1: with a pounding headache and a craving for Jack in
Speaker 1: the Box. She was already gone. We ran into each
Speaker 1: other at parties over the next few years, and did
Speaker 1: it a couple more times. Those moments were definitely better.
Speaker 1: We never dated, though, and eventually we both drifted away
Speaker 1: from that friend group. Lena, if you happen to recognize
Speaker 1: yourself in this story, twenty three years later. Just know
Speaker 1: I really enjoyed our time together. You were an amazing kisser,
Speaker 1: and I hope life has been good to you. Story seventeen.
Speaker 1: I lost my V card to my current boyfriend two
Speaker 1: years ago. We've been dating for six months, and for
Speaker 1: my birthday, we went on a hike to my favorite
Speaker 1: hot springs tucked inside a slot canyon. By the time
Speaker 1: we reached the springs, it was already dark and completely deserted.
Speaker 1: We ended up doing it half in and half out
Speaker 1: of the water. It was honestly such an amazing and
Speaker 1: unforgettable experience. On the hike back, it suddenly started pouring.
Speaker 1: We had to book it through the three mile Slot canyon,
Speaker 1: which usually takes about three hours to navigate because of
Speaker 1: all the rock climbing and tricky terrain even when it's dry.
Speaker 1: We made it out in about an hour and a half,
Speaker 1: running almost the entire way because we were genuinely worried
Speaker 1: about flash flooding, which is no joking canyons. Luckily, we
Speaker 1: made it out safely. Definitely learned to check the weather
Speaker 1: next time, but it still stands out as one of
Speaker 1: the wildest adrenaline rushes and most incredible memories. I've ever had.
Speaker 1: Story eighteen. I was twenty six, and it was our
Speaker 1: wedding night. We took our time, slowly undressing each other,
Speaker 1: just smiling and soaking in the moment. She gently touched me,
Speaker 1: then said she wanted us to take a bath together.
Speaker 1: We washed each other in the warm water, soft and slow,
Speaker 1: letting the nerves melt away. Back in the bedroom, we
Speaker 1: did it three times before finally falling asleep in each
Speaker 1: other's arms. Somehow I lasted a solid fifteen minutes that
Speaker 1: first time, which honestly felt like a miracle. A couple
Speaker 1: of hours later, I woke up to her quietly climbing
Speaker 1: on and taking the lead, and she continued until I
Speaker 1: couldn't keep my eyes open. We woke up again in
Speaker 1: the morning and did it all over again. That was
Speaker 1: nineteen years ago, and it's only gotten better, a lot better.
Speaker 1: There's something really special about being able to look back
Speaker 1: on that night, smile at the memory, then turned to
Speaker 1: my right and see her still there beside me. Story nineteen.
Speaker 1: I was twenty nine. There was this girl I'd known
Speaker 1: for a couple of years. Aren't beautiful The kind of
Speaker 1: person who just draws you in. She was in a
Speaker 1: relationship that was clearly on its last legs, and I
Speaker 1: had just come out of a breakup myself. Somehow, we
Speaker 1: started texting again and things escalated quickly. We got close,
Speaker 1: really close, spending time together at her place, talking about
Speaker 1: life and eventually what a future together might look like.
Speaker 1: Once she and her boyfriend officially ended things, our connection deepened,
Speaker 1: and soon our conversations turned into it daily texting, sharing fantasies, photos.
Speaker 1: She even started sending me pictures in lingerie. As exciting
Speaker 1: as it was, I had mixed feelings she was still
Speaker 1: technically in a relationship and that didn't sit fully right
Speaker 1: with me. But after twenty nine years of feeling like
Speaker 1: relationships just weren't in the cards for me, dealing with
Speaker 1: rejection after rejection, it was hard not to be swept
Speaker 1: up in how amazing it felt to have someone like
Speaker 1: her be into me. I kept saying that nothing physical
Speaker 1: would happen until she was single, but the chemistry between
Speaker 1: us was undeniable. We were absolutely crazy about each other.
Speaker 1: One evening, the three of us were watching a movie
Speaker 1: at their apartment. He was on one end of the couch,
Speaker 1: she was on the other, and I was in between.
Speaker 1: I never imagined I'd find myself in that kind of situation.
Speaker 1: But under the blanket, she and I were secretly doing
Speaker 1: things while her boyfriend sat obliviously beside us. It was
Speaker 1: a surreal mix of guilt and arousal, like my mind
Speaker 1: and body were at war. Then came a Saturday night
Speaker 1: I'll never forget. I was driving home from work when
Speaker 1: she called. She said they'd gotten into a fight and
Speaker 1: that she was going to stay at a friend's place.
Speaker 1: Then she asked if I could come over instead. I
Speaker 1: told her i'd call back once I made up my mind.
Speaker 1: I knew that if I said yes, it would cross
Speaker 1: a line we couldn't uncross. The logical part of me
Speaker 1: screamed not to do it. I didn't want to be
Speaker 1: the guy someone cheated with, But I was in love
Speaker 1: with her completely, and after a lifetime of heartbreak and
Speaker 1: miss chances. The emotional side of me was just I'm
Speaker 1: so tired of always ending up empty handed. I called
Speaker 1: her back and told her I was coming over. I
Speaker 1: was a mess of nerves when I got there. I
Speaker 1: just sat in my car for ten minutes, trying to
Speaker 1: calm myself down and get my head straight. Finally, I
Speaker 1: texted her that I was outside. She said she'd meet
Speaker 1: me out front. I got out of the car, and
Speaker 1: as she walked toward me, we didn't even say a word,
Speaker 1: no hello, no small talk. We just reached each other
Speaker 1: and kissed like the rest of the world faded away.
Speaker 1: It felt like something out of a movie. To this day,
Speaker 1: that moment still stands as one of the best of
Speaker 1: my life. We went back to my car and ended
Speaker 1: up making out for a solid half hour. For context,
Speaker 1: that was only the second time I'd ever kissed a girl,
Speaker 1: so I was definitely riding a mix of excitement and nerves. Eventually,
Speaker 1: we headed inside and hung out with her friend for
Speaker 1: a bit. After about thirty minutes, we made our way
Speaker 1: up to the guest room. I was incredibly nervous. She
Speaker 1: didn't know I was a virgin, but she was aware
Speaker 1: I'd been through my fair share of letdown when it
Speaker 1: came to relationships. We sat on the couch talking for
Speaker 1: a long time, just connecting. When we finally got into bed,
Speaker 1: she made me feel safe and at ease, which meant
Speaker 1: a lot. When we finally did it, I was still
Speaker 1: too tense to finish. Nerves got the best of me.
Speaker 1: She was really understanding about it, though, and we eventually
Speaker 1: drifted off to sleep. We woke up again in the
Speaker 1: middle of the night, did it for the second time,
Speaker 1: and that time it went way better. I actually got
Speaker 1: to finish, which was a huge relief. Honestly, we spent
Speaker 1: the whole day at her friend's place, just talking and
Speaker 1: hanging out. May was completely in love with her and
Speaker 1: she felt the same, or at least that's what I believed.
Speaker 1: I genuinely thought I'd found my person, the one I'd
Speaker 1: been waiting for. Over the next few weeks, we slept
Speaker 1: together a few more times at her apartment, and for
Speaker 1: a moment it felt like everything was finally falling into place.
Speaker 1: Sounds like a happily ever after, right, Not quite. Eventually
Speaker 1: she started having doubts. We hit pause, broke up with
Speaker 1: her boyfriend, and then turned around and left me for
Speaker 1: a guy she'd known for all of three weeks.
Speaker 2: That wrecked me.
Speaker 1: I felt used, betrayed, and completely lost. I'd gone against
Speaker 1: my own values, let myself cross lines. I said I
Speaker 1: wouldn't for what a few nights where I finally felt
Speaker 1: wanted only to get tossed aside. I cut ties completely
Speaker 1: blocked her number, deleted her off socials, and tried to
Speaker 1: move on. The next five or six months were rough.
Speaker 1: I was in a bad place, but life has a
Speaker 1: funny way of turning around. About nine months after everything
Speaker 1: went down, I met my current girlfriend and now we're
Speaker 1: just a week away from having our first child. Life's good.
Speaker 1: Now really good. Story twenty My virginity story is a
Speaker 1: three parter. Hear me out. My first boyfriend and I
Speaker 1: had talked about being intimate and planned to do it
Speaker 1: in his room when his parents were out. After giving
Speaker 1: him a blowy, I got on to take the lead,
Speaker 1: and just then his friends walked in. They high fived
Speaker 1: me while I was right there on top before leaving.
Speaker 1: Needless to say, that completely killed the mood. So we
Speaker 1: tried again. Since both our parents were strict, we went
Speaker 1: for a walk and planned to do it in a
Speaker 1: glen near his house, but there wasn't nearly enough foreplay.
Speaker 1: It just wouldn't fit and people kept walking nearby, so
Speaker 1: once again we couldn't make it happen. We stopped planning it,
Speaker 1: and then it happened whilst we were both away at
Speaker 1: a brass band competition in a hotel room story twenty one.
Speaker 1: I was nineteen and he was almost nineteen. We'd been
Speaker 1: together just under a year, and at first we both
Speaker 1: said we wanted to wait until marriage to have intimate relations.
Speaker 1: But after trying other things like hj's and BJS, we
Speaker 1: started to realize maybe waiting wasn't what we really wanted.
Speaker 1: For weeks, we talked about when and how it might happen,
Speaker 1: figuring out if we should when parents wouldn't be around,
Speaker 1: and all that. I was firm that it had to
Speaker 1: be when someone's parents were out of town because I
Speaker 1: wanted us to be able to spend the night together. Afterward,
Speaker 1: after a weekend away with friends where we shared a
Speaker 1: bed and got a little touchy under the covers but
Speaker 1: didn't go further because our friends were nearby, we got
Speaker 1: back to my place. My parents weren't home and we
Speaker 1: had a few hours before they'd be back. He asked
Speaker 1: if I wanted to do it, and I said yes,
Speaker 1: so we drove to the pharmacy to get rubber. When
Speaker 1: we got back, neither of us had changed our minds,
Speaker 1: so we went to my room and went for it. Honestly,
Speaker 1: it was pretty good for a first time. Now we
Speaker 1: were married story twenty two. It was with my girlfriend,
Speaker 1: who was about nine months younger than me. We'd been
Speaker 1: together for around four months, and she was actually my
Speaker 1: first girlfriend. My family had just moved in across the
Speaker 1: street from hers, and we ended up going to the
Speaker 1: same school. We walked to and from school every day.
Speaker 1: We're both on the swim team and bonded over the
Speaker 1: same music and TV shows. Our physical relationship developed gradually.
Speaker 1: We started with kiss and cuddling when we had the
Speaker 1: house to ourselves. Eventually her mom caught us, and instead
Speaker 1: of freaking out, she told us it was okay as
Speaker 1: long as our clothes stayed on. That conversation gave us
Speaker 1: a little more freedom, and we definitely took advantage of it.
Speaker 1: My girlfriend's parents were kind of hippies and definitely more
Speaker 1: liberal than the usual church going crowd we grew up
Speaker 1: around in Texas. She told me her mom gave her
Speaker 1: the talk, took her to the doctor, and got her
Speaker 1: started on birth control. I even had a version of
Speaker 1: the talk myself with her mom, not mine. My own
Speaker 1: parents never really covered that topic, but her mom was
Speaker 1: refreshingly direct and didn't shy away from it at all.
Speaker 1: She trusted her daughter to make good decisions, but made
Speaker 1: it clear that if she didn't like me, she wouldn't
Speaker 1: hesitate to step in. So with her support, we picked
Speaker 1: up a few books on intimacy, including some with illustrations,
Speaker 1: and slowly began exploring more together. Things continued like that
Speaker 1: for a couple of months until my birthday was coming
Speaker 1: up and she told me she had a special gift planned.
Speaker 1: Her parents and younger sisters went out of town to
Speaker 1: visit relatives for Easter, but she stayed behind. I told
Speaker 1: my family I was sleeping over at a friend's house
Speaker 1: and ended up spending a long weekend with her. It
Speaker 1: was incredible. We took our time, got comfortable being around
Speaker 1: each other, and just enjoyed each other's presence. At one point,
Speaker 1: while we were kissing, she told me she was ready
Speaker 1: to give me my gift, and I already had a
Speaker 1: feeling what she meant. We ended up doing it throughout
Speaker 1: the weekend, and with each time we got more in sync,
Speaker 1: more confident. By the third time, she was no longer sore.
Speaker 1: By the tenth, I was the one feeling it. She
Speaker 1: was and still is incredibly tight. A few days later,
Speaker 1: the two of us sat down for another talk with
Speaker 1: her mom, this time about what had happened and the
Speaker 1: new boundaries moving forward. She let us know that we
Speaker 1: were allowed to be intimate in the house as long
Speaker 1: as we were quiet and discreet. Her dad worked on
Speaker 1: an oil rig in the Gulf and was usually gone
Speaker 1: three weeks out of their every month, so we did
Speaker 1: our best to stick to the rules, though her mom
Speaker 1: did catch us at least once, including one time in
Speaker 1: the poolhouse. As for why, well, I loved my girlfriend
Speaker 1: and I still do. We are married and have kids,
Speaker 1: and we continue to bang vigorously almost every day. Story
Speaker 1: twenty three. In my late teens, I went through a
Speaker 1: phase of extremely intense Christianity.
Speaker 2: Basically, I was in a cult.
Speaker 1: I started university at twenty and finally broke free from it.
Speaker 1: Since I had spent so many years believing I should
Speaker 1: wait until marriage, I decided that if I was going
Speaker 1: to do it, it had to feel meaningful. I felt
Speaker 1: the same way about my first kiss. I waited until
Speaker 1: I was nineteen, and in my first real relationship, it
Speaker 1: was less about the rules I used to follow and
Speaker 1: more about making sure those moments didn't feel like the
Speaker 1: years I spent waiting had been for nothing. The reality
Speaker 1: wasn't special at all. It happened on my twenty second birthday.
Speaker 1: I was drunk, far too drunk to truly give consent.
Speaker 1: The guy was a friend of someone I was in
Speaker 1: love with at the time, unrequited love, and that person
Speaker 1: had hurt me earlier that night by kissing someone else.
Speaker 1: The guy had a girlfriend, though he'd confided in people
Speaker 1: that he'd been unhappy in the relationship for years. He
Speaker 1: took me back to my flat and I don't remember
Speaker 1: much after that, just waking up the next morning, hungover,
Speaker 1: sore and filled with regret. He used me to vent
Speaker 1: his frustration, and I was too intoxicated to even understand
Speaker 1: what was happening in the moment. Even now, seven years later,
Speaker 1: I still find myself crying during movies or TV shows
Speaker 1: where someone loses their virginity in a safe, loving and
Speaker 1: meaningful way. It hits a tender spot because that's what
Speaker 1: I wished i'd had. It still makes me sad. Story
Speaker 1: twenty four. I was nineteen and had been dating my boyfriend,
Speaker 1: who was twenty two, for about three months. That summer,
Speaker 1: I worked as a camp counselor and only saw him
Speaker 1: on weekends, he'd drive three hours to see me, or
Speaker 1: I'd make the trip to see I really liked him,
Speaker 1: but I hadn't told him I was a virgin. I
Speaker 1: just wanted to take things slow since I'd been in
Speaker 1: relationships before, but never anything beyond kissing or touching. He
Speaker 1: eventually brought up the fact that even though we'd been
Speaker 1: together for a while, we hadn't been intimate yet and
Speaker 1: said he was a little worried about it. At first,
Speaker 1: I thought he was just trying to pressure me, but
Speaker 1: then he asked if I was really attracted to him
Speaker 1: or not. That honestly broke my heart a bit. I
Speaker 1: told him that I was attracted to him and admitted
Speaker 1: that I was a virgin, so I just wasn't ready yet,
Speaker 1: but I promised I would be soon and asked him
Speaker 1: to be patient with me. He was patient, and we
Speaker 1: waited until camp ended another two months before finally booking
Speaker 1: a hotel and doing it for the first time. It
Speaker 1: was really special for me because being in a hotel
Speaker 1: allowed me to relax and get out of my head
Speaker 1: since we both still lived with our parents. Every time
Speaker 1: he tried to initiate something at home, i'd hear people
Speaker 1: downstairs and feel awkward, like it was gross to be
Speaker 1: intimate when they were so close. I've been together ever
Speaker 1: since and recently celebrated our fourth anniversary. Story twenty five.
Speaker 1: This is my favorite story. When I was young, I
Speaker 1: worked at stop and shop. I went to Catholic school,
Speaker 1: but I worked alongside all the public school kids. There
Speaker 1: was this one boy who was really cute. Let's call
Speaker 1: him d He flirted with me for a while and
Speaker 1: finally asked me out. We went on a bunch of dates,
Speaker 1: and then he asked me to be his girlfriend.
Speaker 2: I said yes.
Speaker 1: I had always planned to stay a virgin until marriage,
Speaker 1: the whole Catholic school thing, but I was in love.
Speaker 1: On my nineteenth birthday, I snuck out and went to
Speaker 1: his dad's house, which was about half a mile away.
Speaker 1: It was amazing. Then just three weeks later, he broke
Speaker 1: up with me. Over the next few years, we hooked
Speaker 1: up here and there. Meanwhile, I married someone else, moved away,
Speaker 1: had a child, and gained a stepchild. Eventually, I got
Speaker 1: divorced and moved back home. One day, while apple picking
Speaker 1: with my kids, my mom, and my original mother in law,
Speaker 1: I saw Dee's families company truck and thought, hmm, I
Speaker 1: wonder if he's around. Three days later, there was a
Speaker 1: dozen roses on my parents' doorstep with a note that said,
Speaker 1: you're as beautiful as ever. Give me a call. D
Speaker 1: I texted him, and now eight years later we're married.
Speaker 1: He adopted my son, we're working on adopting my stepchild,
Speaker 1: and we just had a baby. I always knew he
Speaker 1: was the one, it just took some time. Even my
Speaker 1: ex husband was happy when I told him about death.
Speaker 1: He said, you were always in love with him. I'm
Speaker 1: so glad you found your way back to him. Story
Speaker 1: twenty six. I had been fooling around with my stepbrother
Speaker 1: for a while. Every night he would come into my
Speaker 1: room and we'd mess around. Sometimes I'd pretend to be
Speaker 1: asleep and he'd do his thing till he was done,
Speaker 1: rubbing his dong against my cakes. Sometimes I'd give him
Speaker 1: an HJ or he'd do it to me, and eventually
Speaker 1: I started giving him blowies. On my birthday, I decide
Speaker 1: that I was old enough. I shared a room with
Speaker 1: my sister and his two sisters. Four mattresses sprawled out
Speaker 1: on the floor of this small room. We had to
Speaker 1: be quiet and careful, but that made it thrilling. The
Speaker 1: night of my birthday, he snuck in like usual. I
Speaker 1: stopped him and said no. He sat back, confused for
Speaker 1: a minute until I built up the courage and grabbed
Speaker 1: his dong and said use this instead.
Speaker 2: His face lit up like a fat kid with cake.
Speaker 1: I would know I'm a fat kid, but it hurts,
Speaker 1: so I gave him a blowy until he was done
Speaker 1: that night. The next night he came in, I told
Speaker 1: him to lie on his back.
Speaker 2: He did.
Speaker 1: His little guy was already excited. I pulled it out
Speaker 1: and took the lead, and we did it until he
Speaker 1: reached the finish line.
Speaker 2: Story twenty seven.
Speaker 1: I first saw my brother's best friend when I visited
Speaker 1: him at college. He lived in a dorm, and the
Speaker 1: moment I saw him, I liked him so much. He
Speaker 1: was twenty one and I was seventeen at the time.
Speaker 1: The second time I saw him was when I started
Speaker 1: to college at nineteen. They were still living in the
Speaker 1: same dorm and I moved in with my then roommate.
Speaker 1: We all lived in the same building for a year.
Speaker 1: College started in October, and by January it was obvious
Speaker 1: to everyone around us, including my brother that what me
Speaker 1: and his friend had wasn't just chemistry, it was something real.
Speaker 1: We went on our first date in February and spent
Speaker 1: some time sneaking around until March, when everyone knew we
Speaker 1: were officially together. We did it for the first time
Speaker 1: that March, and it remains one of my absolute favorite memories.
Speaker 1: I was so in love, completely uninhibited, and we were
Speaker 1: incredibly compatible in that way. He never loved me, though,
Speaker 1: so my college years involved a lot of heartache on
Speaker 1: my end. Fortunately it ended eventually, and I met my husband,
Speaker 1: who showed me that good intimacy and respect can absolutely
Speaker 1: coexist in the same relationship. Thank you for watching. If
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