Our latest V-Card Diaries comes from Lena, am 18 year old woman from London, England, who got over her Catholic guilt to maintain a casual, sexual relationship . If you want to tell your story, go to our submission form. We'd love to run it in this blog.
Tell us about yourself:
I'm an 18-year-old university student from London, England.
How do you define virginity?
The first act of vaginal intercourse involving a penis. For some reason, I don't consider oral sex to be sex (although I actually didn't partake until after I'd lost my virginity anyway).
Tell us your story:
In my second week of university, I went clubbing with some friends, but I'd accidentally left my ID at home. I farewelled them and went to a bar with some other friends, who were more willing to just go to places I could actually get into. Anyway, we were in this dark, sleazy bar and I was buying a mojito, and all of a sudden I couldn't see my friends. Then a guy sidled up to me - his name was Alex. I made out with him for most of the night after that, and then he offered to take me back to his place, but I refused. I got his number though.
A couple of days later, he texted me. I was sick of being a virgin, so I agreed to go to his house. I knew what "fooling around" entailed, and he seemed exceptionally keen. So was I. It hurt a bit, but it lasted for a long time and he had endless fun teaching me all sorts of positions. Despite the initial pain and slight ache (I later described intercourse as "having your insides assaulted with a blunt instrument"), I enjoyed it. It wasn't special, but it was enjoyable, and I think that was what counted.
After a few weeks stewing over my Catholic guilt, I saw him again. We now meet up most weeks. While occasionally I grapple with the realities of such a casual relationship, I don't mind, and for the most part it is enjoyable experimentation.
He didn't tell me his age until afterwards though. He'll be 26 in July. That did make me feel slightly dirty.