(Note - this is the actual true story of how I lost my virginity)
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I was 26, a first-year English teacher at an inner-city high school. I was also still a virgin... and living at home. Sounds pathetic, I know, but it was what it was.
I had had girlfriends, but none went beyond the petting stage. I had an eye for beautiful women, but for some reason could never go all the way. I got shy and nervous and always seemed to say or do the wrong thing. I wasn't a bad-looking guy -- nearly six feet and 210 muscular pounds. I just couldn't seal the deal. Socially retarded, I guess.
Dating Linda didn't make it seem at first like anything would change in that department. She was two years older than me, 5'6, around 140 and with a pair of 42DD's that one couldn't help but stare at. She had shoulder-length curly brown hair, and HUGE, inviting blue eyes. She was also a computer teacher in my school - mustn't crap where you eat, as the old saying goes - and had made it very clear that we weren't going to be anything more than platonic. She was still married at the time, though separated and planning the divorce.
Yet she was always very flirtatious. She and I would duck out of our graduate class together, and share deep passionate kisses. Once at her house, she even started rubbing my cock while we were watching a movie together. She immediately caught herself. Another time we were feeling each other up while watching "Animal House" -- you know, the scene where Tom Hulce is about to bang the mayor's daughter but is stopped by his "good angel". Same thing happened to us. We both started laughing.
We also used to fight like cats and dogs as well. We were both Aries, very stubborn Alphas and didn't like to give even a little bit. We used to break up and make up seemingly every week. A week before the events I'm about to describe, we'd had one of our breakups. We didn't even talk to each other, even though we worked on the same floor and passed each other frequently.
I was part of an all-teacher rock band, and we were scheduled to open the school talent show the last Friday in May. We came out, and I was surprised to see Linda sitting right in the front row. We blasted into "Johnny B. Goode"- it was the year after
Back To The Future
so we figured our students would know it -- and earned a standing ovation. I noticed as we were walking off that Linda was blowing me kisses. I couldn't help but notice her tight red tank top and tight white pants. She looked
mighty
good.
Three hours later, during which I sang another song solo, accompanied several students on bass and guitar and played five other songs with my own band (including a second turn at "Johnny B. Goode", since the audience wouldn't let us leave!), we were breaking down the equipment when I saw Linda walking towards the stage. She grabbed me in a hug, and said "That was absolutely
fantastic
! Let's celebrate!"
I said "Didn't we break up last week?"
She just laughed and said "To hell with that! Let's go out and do it up right!"
I told her "Look, I'm all sweaty and grungy after playing all afternoon. Would you mind driving me to my parents' house so I could take a shower and change my clothes?"
My parents had made their distaste for Linda fairly obvious. She was Italian; I was Jewish. She was also older than me, married, and thus "damaged goods". She was hesitant until I added, almost absent-mindedly, "My folks aren't home. They're babysitting my nephews at my sister's house. They won't be back til tomorrow night." I was so worn out I wasn't even thinking about anything other than the shower. The thought of what I
could