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Losing it.  You may say that I'm a late bloomer. I didn't lose my virginity until I was 33. I was teased my whole life about being a virgin. It wasn't that I didn't want to have sex, but years of unwanted abstinence had slaughtered my self-confidence. I mean, how many 33-year-old male virgins do you know? Anyway, the night I finally lost it I was out with a bunch of my pals. We were at a bar, drinking, and I was pretty hammered. Towards the end of the night this woman came over. I was sure she was at our table to talk to one of my friends but she was really pretty and I was smitten. Much to my surprise, she paid complete attention to me, hanging on my every word. I went to the bathroom and one of my friends told me that I should at least try to take her home. After quite a bit of encouragement, I decided to go for it. When it was time for last call I asked if she wanted to share a cab with me. She said yes! Once we were in the cab she put the moves on me. We went back to my house and had the best night of my life. The next morning she was up early getting ready to leave. I asked for her phone number. She told me to look up her website. I did. Turns out she works as an entertainer at bachelor parties and the like. Then it dawned on me, my friends had hired her for me. At first, I was crushed. I thought she had really liked me. But, after I got over it and jacked off thinking about the previous night until my dick was raw; I realized that they had only done me a favor. I wasn't afraid of sex anymore! Since then I've been laid a few times. Believe me, I'm trying to make up for lost time.Jamie D., Ocean City, MD Busted, listening to bad 70s rock!  Of course I remember my first time! I was at my boyfriend's parents' house in high school. We had ditched last period and snuck out of school. We had almost gone all the way quite a few times before but never "done the deed." So finally, we were fumbling around on his bed, buck naked, his stereo blasting Foreigner's "Cold as Ice" when his bedroom door opened. His mom was standing there, her chin down to her knees. She stood there for a full minute before he yelled "Mom!" and she slammed the door and ran down the hall, sobbing. I remember that perfectly, although I can't for the life of me remember his name.Jackie B., Providence, RI Lesbians Like Me  I was at a party when my boss asked me for a ride home. I didn't think anything of it because as far as I knew she was a lesbian, being that she had a girlfriend. We were in my car when she started making up reasons why she couldn't go home. I was still living at my parents' house at the time but they were out of town. When we got inside she basically attacked me. I went from never having tongue-kissed a girl to getting a blow job in seconds. It was fucking great. We had sex. The next morning I tried again but she wasn't having it. My parents had come home in the middle of the night and I had to sneak her out.Robert M., San Diego, CA
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