17 - I guess it was exciting for the first year or so.

i realized that i lied here. i was 18...it was november of 88

15 - about two weeks before my next birthday. Beanbag chair, his parents' basement. Took about two minutes. ;)

"biffed me"?

In the back of some girls station wagon. It was her car and she was in her 20's I was 16. After that I always went after older women.

Did she use a strap on?:p

If we don't count oral, then the following year, same girl, same house, different room.

She was at Carnegie-Mellon, I was in Ambler and my parents took a surprise trip to California. Six hours each way...no stopping. Twice. In the same weekend. And I found the time to make the girl my famous peach cheesecake! After, I managed to get in the door less than five minutes before my parents did. Whew!

He was in the back of her car with a knife to her throat or a pocket full of cash. ;)

I was 16 when I lost my virginity, and too young.

I spent my late childhood feeling way behind all my peers, because I was a late developer. God I hated that phrase - it took all I had not to put it in speech marks.. Gah.

But despite the lack of pubes & titties, I had the same desires as any teen: to be wanted; attractive; sought after etc. My 1st boyfriend was from another school. I was 15 then. He had no idea I'd been a skinny-legged, flat-chested freak for most of my school years. He liked me for who I was, and as a person. Many, many years later I foud out he was gay, and before he came out ALL his gfs were heroin chic thin! But I didn't know that then and he was wonderful practice for my first hand and blow-jobs.

Then I left school (my bday is in July - I technically left school when I was 15 because we had finished exams at that point.) Everyone I worked with was much older than me - the closest in age were two other school-leavers, both 18, both boys.

I was slowly and carefully seduced by a man 9 years my senior who wanted to make his ex jealous.
I was grateful for the attention, slowly succumbed, then fell for him like falling downstairs after we had sex the first time. I was a quarter past sixteen, of course I fell for him. Silly girl.

I didn't even use contraceptives, because I wanted to believe in the whole seduction story, and stopping to ask would have put me back in control. Luckily, he was at least a pragmatist. He drove me to the family planning clinic, and asked me in the carpark, "Are you going to be a strong woman about this? Or a little girl?" Meaning, do I come in with you, or stay outside? I wanted him to come in with me. I was an ex-convent girl scared of this den of iniquity. Turns out he didn't really mean it. "I know you're stronger than that, I know you want me to be proud of you." Gag. I loved him for it then though - he was trying to improve me. I've been a sucker for that ever since.

He didn't realise it was my first time. I was externally confident with snogs and foreplay - I'd been to a Christian festival, which sounds blameless, but if you get a bunch of teens camping without adult supervision you gotta expect hormones to triumph over Jesus. From what I remember, at least three BJs... So I'd had a reasonable amount of experience, but at 16 no-one had property or cars to get private in, so it stopped there.

I was too young to have sex in that I committed emotionally to a man who just wanted a bit of tail. I can't say my judgement ever improved - which is why these days I am asexual. If I could go back to being that sweet, fit, skinny child, I'd bestow my favours far more carefully. And learn to deep throat.

15.

wait . . . there's a dope smoking question?

17, in a beautifully upholstered flat bottomed boat on the crystal river wandering under the medievil buildings in Canterbury. Can't remember the name of the river...or the man. Nice :blush:

better than on the floor of the servants' bathroom. Much!

Now I want to fuck.

I was 17 and totally seduced by my girlfriend who was 16 (just like Adam by Eve, I guess); I think she had already had some experience in this department. My parents were pretty laid back and had left us home watching TV while they went out to the symphony or something and after it was over she asked me to get her a beer out of their fridge. :rolleyes:

The girl I first was with was 15 and I was 17. I might have actually just turned 18. She had been around the block a lot at that early age. I nearly had to tie a board to my ass so I didn't fall in.

There's a funny story because it was in Henderson, Nevada and I was using my friend's truck, but I didn't want to take it really far so we were about 100 yards from his house in the desert at night. Well, she was a screamer, the dogs in the neighborhood were barking, and a spare tire or other stuff was banging loudly every time the truck went up and down.

My friends totally heard us in the house. When we walked in later, their faces were red and they were trying really hard not to laugh.