The Blushing Virgin - Sex~Kitten.net

I know the year, 1984. Which means I was young, a mere woman of 20. Admittedly ‘old’ by today’s standards, but really, very young, and as innocent as could be. Of that you will surely see.

I cannot give you an exact date that this magical metamorphosis took place, that I transformed from virginal girl status into experienced woman. Not because I have forgotten. Not because it was not memorable. Not because I was prone to &/or during drunken bouts. But because I just didn’t know.

(If I was embarrassed pink before, I am deeply crimson with it now!)

How can a woman, a sober awake woman, not know she is losing her virginity?

Well, it goes a lil something like this:

A young woman & young man embrace. It begins with kissing, some over-the-clothing-petting & as hormones continue enflame & engulf, clothing is removed. First to go, likely, is her top, then the bra... perhaps his shirt...

Now at any point here, the young woman may say ‘no!’ and with great difficulty & control, the couple will separate - each with their own dark tangle of heated emotions & loins. Many a cold shower enters here. But one time...

But one time, she will not say ‘no!’ Instead, they will move to someplace more comfortable. Perhaps the floor, the bed, or at least a new position on the couch.

As passions & temperatures rise, she will consent to the removal of her jeans - he will be all to eager to respond in the removal of his own. Now they lie close together, increasing petting, kissing...

She may remain in her panties. Not much protection is the flimsy, silky, delicate item. (In fact, it could be argued, panties merely add fuel to the fire.) Hands glide over it, can easily move it aside, and a woman lost in the sensations will eventually (if she ever was aware) no longer notice the technique being applied.

Typically, a woman enjoying herself will have her eyes shut. And a virginal woman may not look because she is too shy or out of the fear of making eye contact - it’s too much intimacy along with all the new feelings. And so, she is not likely looking to see just how she is being pleased, or what is being used...

Since he had begun with his hands, so she will think (if she is still capable of or interested in such thought) that this is still how he continues to operate.

But a man, driven by contact, intoxicated by texture & smell, spurred by his throbbing penis, will switch from fiddling with fingers to rubbing with a raging hard on. And from there, it’s an easy slip (in motion & her lotion), to entry. At first, it may be a ‘mistake,’ but if there is no ‘stop‘ from her lips, he‘ll do it again.

This after so much foreplay, such anticipation - how long until he comes?

And this is now where my memory become crystal clear.

We lay in bed, he still between my legs, lifting himself to look at me & he says “We should have condoms.”

I, still in a heady, delicious fog, reply something about not being ready for that.

He replies “Well, technically... well, you could get pregnant,” and begins to clumsily explain that he used more than his fingers.

At that moment a bell goes off in my head. I know that I am pregnant. The words he now speaks are ignored as I concentrate on the meaning of his previous words - I realize that this is not the first time he has done so with me.

As devastating as the knowledge that I have unwittingly ‘lost’ my virginity is, it is not all this experience has to offer me. The bell was right. I would soon have proof that I was pregnant. As stunning as that news was, the real kicker was the young man’s reaction to the news:

“Well, I guess we can do it for real now.”

Yeah, dude, that’s the priority right now.

So while I cannot deny that my ‘first time’ many have been ‘good for me,’ whichever night that was, I can say the entire experience was not highly recommended. The moments of physical pleasure had been outweighed by my ignorance - not just in the geography of body parts, but in the motivations & behaviors of men.

What began with the blush of innocence had ended in the blush of shame. It was a pity that he was now the ignorant one - he didn’t even know enough to realize that he was the one who ought to have been blushing in shame.