The next morning, early enough that we were sure our parents wouldn't have woken up yet, my friend caught a ride home with Monica and her boyfriend.
As far as I could tell, taking my virginity hadn't made him madly infatuated with me again.
This reassured me that the boys in my car would probably be tired too, so I waited outside in the cold, hoping to hear my car fall silent soon.
Eventually I was so cold that I was sure my nipples could cut diamonds, so I ran back to my car and hopped in, but insisted that I was tired and it was time for bed.
Female • 17 years old • Back of a car My best guy friend, who had served as my first boyfriend years earlier, had recently come out to me as bisexual.
His boyfriend was edging his way into our group of friends, which pushed us all a bit more to the wild side.
The boyfriend was older and taught us to sneak out of our houses and steal alcohol from our parents.
We put down the back seats to make room, turned on some music and the heater, and chatted for a while. The boyfriend coyly suggested that they could help me out in that department. In retrospect, I didn't give up my virginity; it just disappeared one night.
Hours later, she finished putting everything into its proper place, and it was time to sleep so that we could get an early start in the morning.
We hugged, said goodnight, and then I hesitated before going out the door.
The experience was not pleasurable for me, but it wasn't particularly unpleasurable either, so I continually assured them that it was great when they asked. I dashed outside naked and ran across the ice to some bushes.
As I passed Monica's car, I heard nothing; she and her boyfriend had gone to sleep.
"I want your dick." I was stunned momentarily, but my instincts took hold and I started to fumble with my pants button in the dark. "You have to understand that I don't love you," she said.