SilencedSiren wrote...
HaHaHaHa! Mine is too funny for even myself to believe.
I was 14 years old, and it was with my 3rd boyfriend (ever). I had this cute little thing I did every time we got a full day to hang out with each other. I would spend an hour or so making shortbread cookies and a GIANT plate of my home made french fries, and then walk over to his house and we'd eat and watch movies together.
It was September 19, 2005-- My little sister's 8th birthday. Mom gave me permission to go over to my boyfriend's house, but I had to be back to decorate for my sister's party. I said, "Okay, I'll bring him back to help." Well I did my normal routine of cookies and french fries, but realized how much time I spent on that particular task and didn't have enough before my sister's party for my boyfriend. So we sat on his bed, eating cookies and fries. Just talking... It suddenly got awkwardly quiet and he asked me, "Do you want to try sex?"
I stared at him for a bit and finally replied, "sure." We tossed our empty plates aside and started making out.
Now what you need to know is that my boyfriend had a fairly large room, but a fairly small, older, creaky, twin bed. Oreo cookie sheets and everything. So as we're making out and he's attempting to take my clothes off, you could hear every movement on that bed from the front door of his house. It was too awkward for words. I'm not even sure he got it in. He was very small. Or it was still flaccid-- I'm not sure.
After he finished -because I didn't get any satisfaction- his mom came home and we both started panicking that she was gonna catch us. Luckily she didn't. But I also think she kind of knew something happened.
My mom found out, because when we came back to my place to decorate, she said he stunk of B.O. and sex. So now... every year, when my sister's birthday comes around, everyone kind of remembers the day I lost my virginity.
So much win lol. That's awesome.