This week’s edition of “My First Time” features a Philadelphia boy who lost his virginity on a cold day in December:
Alice and I holed up in my room, getting progressively naked-er and hornier. I got very cold and started shaking — that’s one of my most vivid memories of that day. The moment arrived. I put the condom on and she nimbly guided me in. I got very warm.
“After a few drinks, I noticed that Nicolas’s hand was resting on my leg…”
Great story. “Read it, and your IQ will go up 6 points,”- Scientist.
“Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I am going to introduce my grad-school boyfriend, Scott, to my family. I think they’ll get along. He is studious and social and has published five papers already. He wears glasses and likes button-downs and remembers which polite phrases go where.
I am also having sex with Avi, who is not my boyfriend. He is bipolar, or at least something diagnosable, but he has wild hair, which rises in coarse curls, and elfin eyes that are so much wittier than his words.”
True stories: How I fell in love with my married co-worker.
“I didn’t know what she looked like before I had sex with her.” Fifteen stories of unlikely meetings that led to something more.
“The Stonewall Inn was home to shirtless twinks in body oil, drag queens selling ecstasy, and muscle-bound leather daddies. In other words, it was 1982.”
The perils of losing it at 14: “Afterward, we drank fruit punch and talked about it over a game of Trivial Pursuit.”
“My dad was the original Situation, without the abs.”
