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April 22, 2008
The First Time
April is National Sexual Assault Awareness and Prevention Month. In order to help the Rape and Incest National Network (RAINN) raise funds so they may offer online counseling to victims of sexual abuse, sexual assault and rape, members of the blogging community have banded together to lend a hand by writing posts of a specific topic. You can read all the details at Kevin Apgar's site.
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I lost my virginity in October of 1981. It was a Friday or Saturday night and toward the end of the month. As my birthday is in August, I would have been 21.
I've no idea how I ended up at a Halloween party after work and it isn't because alcohol was involved. I've just no memory of it. And honestly, as I consider that, I'd get out of work between one and two a.m. so I couldn't have very well gone to a party then. And I would have smelled like pizza, sweat, and cleaning products which goes a long way toward undoing a fair amount of about-to-get-laidness.
I was starting to doubt the year, since I wasn't sure I was still making pizzas in October of 1981, when it dawned on me that I'd quit making pizzas just before spring break.
Anyway, I think my buddy Ken called to tell me about a party. Another buddy, Tom was with me and we may have been working together that night; he decided to go with me. And I'm going to go with the thought that I was at work when I got the call and that Tom and I busted our asses to get out of work more toward one than two.
I remember the name of the street but not the girl's name so much. Wait, I do, but I'm not going to type it.
She was also dressed as a cat and I have a memory of going as a Pizza Chef.
Oh. What else do I remember?
- She was older, perhaps 24 or 25, and a brunette.
- I think one of the reasons she wrestled with me is that she knew I was a virgin (who knows how things like that come up?) and there was the, you know, novelty of that.
- She didn't take her cat leotard totally off and when I asked about it she pointed out that having one leg free was plenty. Who was I to argue? I was new to the whole thing.
- It didn't last what I, or anybody with any sense of things temporal, would call a long time.
- As short as it was my buddy Tom walked in on us.
- Twice.
Hey, maybe that's why it didn't last so very long.
Maybe not.
Anyway, as I recall, my bare butt was in the air and Tom opened the door. "Hey Delmer… did you call my mom?" he asked.
"Yes," I screamed. "Now get out of here!" And he did.
Just a second passed before he opened the door again. "What'd she say?"
"She said you could spend the night! Now get out of here!"
"I don't think this is going to work," said the cat.
Happily, as I got a blog post out of it, she was willing to put a few more minutes into the process.
Why not? She already had one leg out her leotard.
A few moments later, and I swear it was by accident, I walked in on Tom and a female person.
Posted by delmer at April 22, 2008 10:25 PM
Comments
Everyone remembers their 'first' time.
"It didn't last ......a long time."
It didn't last a long time for my first time either. And my guess, that's probably not too far off from most people's 1st time experience. I remember thinking, "That was *it*? That was all??" ;)~
"I remember the name of the street but not the girl's name so much. Wait, I do, but I'm not going to type it."
And that's a very Gentlemanly and Classy way to behave.
~ZZ
Posted by: Greeneyezz at April 23, 2008 7:42 AM