Since people here seem to enjoy “first time” stories, I was scratching my head as to what to post here. I couldn’t write about my first time with a woman since I was under 18 when it happened (no, I’m not gonna tell you how old, don’t bother asking), and my first time with a man, though I was 18, wasn’t particularly wild. So, I thought I’d share a story from when I was in college and had an amazing number of firsts in one night.
I met these guys (let’s call them Ron and Jeremy–obviously not their real names) at one of the semi-underground LGBT support clubs at my university. I’d known I was bisexual since I was four, and had been eager to meet girls I could be myself (read: hook up) with now that my overbearing, intrusive parents were nowhere to be seen. I was 20 that year, and playing it as cool as I could without alerting everyone to what a pervert I was. Sadly, at one night’s meeting, I was the only woman who showed up. You can imagine my disappointment level, hoping to meet a gorgeous girl, only to end surrounded by hot men with no interest in me. Or so I thought.