It was the summer between sophomore and junior years. I was 15 years old. I was feeling frustrated because my sister, who I was so competitive with, had lost her virginity and I still had mine.
Oh, the stupidity of our youth.
So I did the only thing I could think of…. I invited the school flirt* over to my house when my parents were out.
When he arrived, I was skinny dipping in the pool out back.
One thing led to another and before I knew it, we were on the bed fooling around. He reached down, touched it, freaked out, and left.
It was my Molly Ringwald /Sixteen Candles moment.
I eventually got over the embarrassment and thinking that something was wrong with me. Especially when I found out that he had been a virgin too and that everything that happened that day had been a series of firsts for him. First time seeing boobs. First time playing with boobs. First time seeing a naked woman in the flesh…. you get the picture.
I eventually succeeded in losing my virginity to a total tool. He was such a tool that people call him “Kanye.” To this day I wish I lost my virginity to the school flirt*.
*No guessing who the school flirt might be!