First time poster here, thought some of you might like the true story of how I lost my v card.
The old saying “you always remember your first time” is certainly true for me.
I was a late bloomer, going to college a virgin was never in my plans but since then I’ve made up for it.
This story takes place part way through my first year of college. Someone back in my old home town was hosting a party. I figured it would be fun to see some old high-school friends while showing off my newly acquired drinking game skills.
The party itself was your typical end of highschool-beginning of college house party. Lots of people smoking and drinking till the early hours of the morning. It was around this time when everyone started to realize there were only two bedrooms, for the hosts, and one couch. The couch was naturally a hot commodity for anyone who didn’t want to sleep on the floor.