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The Second Time I Lost My Virginity
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The Second Time I Lost My Virginity  Don't worry, I'll explain that. The first time I was 13. It was a hot day under a little bridge by a running creek in a small North Texas town. She as an<b> older woman. </font></b>She was 15. Naturally I didn't mention this to anyone. None of their business. Three years later I was down in Corpus Christi staying with my aunt for the summer. She and my uncle had separated, and the family didn't want her on her own, and since her company often paid me to travel with her and get her to work, to television and radio interviews, and to the airport on time it wasn't that much of a stretch for me to spend the summer with her and her month off down on Padre Island. My aunt was what you could only call a character. My mother and I were the only people in the family who could 'handle' her and who weren't scared of her. She wasn't mean in any way, but she did like to test you to see if you would stand up for yourself. She knew better than to test my mother or me. She was also an extremely beautiful woman. I don't mean in average terms of attractive women you see every day. Once when we were flying out of Atlanta Ava Gardner was flying in. She stopped my aunt and told her she looked just like her. When we flew into New York Hedy Lamar was flying out. She stopped her and told her she looked just like her. They were both right depending on how she turned or the light caught her. She was also an artist. God help us, art runs in the family. I said she was a character. She didn't see the world exactly the way the rest of us do. She was completely open to the point most people were in a state of perpetual shock around her. What came in her head came out her mouth. She was also unconsciously sensual and damn near a nudist. I can still hear my uncle telling her to put something on, no one wanted to see that. My father said when he used to pick her up from work in downtown Houston he couldn't use the rearview mirror because she started undressing as soon as she got in the back seat. Seeing her naked was just something you got used to just as you got used to her coming into the bath while you showered or bathed. By the age of sixteen I had learned almost every way humanly possible to conceal an erection quickly and not too obviously. There was nothing wrong about it, some people are so oblivious they just don't register that way, but well brought up Baptist boys didn't parade their erection in front of their aunts. I would say it didn't effect me, but my mother pointed out I kept marrying and getting involved with women exactly like her, I married three of them. I did tell her when I was five that I was going to marry her when I was old enough and find my uncle a . He never did forgive me on not finding him that . Relax, this is not about , just teenage hormones. She taught me how to slow dance, and never said a thing about what was poking her though she couldn't have failed to notice it, but somehow she never said anything. Not then. Our routine was to pack a lunch a head for Padre. Sometimes we spent all night on the beach. We took her little red T-bird, drove to the island, and headed off down the beach until we got far enough away she could sunbathe nude. She insisted that I do it too, believing it was healthy. There she lay, aunt or not, this beautiful woman, body as gorgeous as her face, and there I lay getting a second degree burn on my ass while I dug a hole halfway to China in the sand. Usually I had it under control by the time I had to stand up, but that one time I didn't have time, and there is was, already 8" at 16 and thick as a woman's wrist. Even a blind woman couldn't ignore it. She didn't say a thing, not a word, a small miracle in itself. We dressed, showered at the public showers, washed the sand and salt off the T-bird, and then turned south instead of straight on to Corpus. It didn't take long to see we were headed to Mexico. Mexico is only about 200 miles, which to Texans is about like going across town. I didn't really question, she like Mexico, and we always had fun there. Times have changed sadly, but then the border was a pretty tourist friendly place even for a woman and a teenage boy alone. Anyway, I was 6'1" and shaved twice a day, I could pass for 22 easily without being carded, and in Mexico no one carded you. It was still light when we arrived. We went to a steak house she liked, I had a very weak margarita, then we went clubbing. We went to a little club and danced a little, and then to the strip club. She had this idea that you ought to experience everything --- including strippers. Even that was pretty tame then, though not to a 16 year old boy. She wasn't doing that erection any good to say the least. And then we didn't head north for home. We pulled up before a rather nice but slightly run down house, got out an went in. It's pretty hard even at sixteen not to recognize a brothel when you see one.  A sixteen year old boy who is obviously a virgin is pretty fair game in a brothel, and these were very sentimental ladies with little brothers of their own. I don't know what she paid, but a very cute young lady about my age and a few hundred years more experienced spent the entire night with me and did almost everything I could possibly need to learn. My aunt sat downstairs in the parlor with the Madam playing gin rummy. She won back about half what the trip cost. Mu grandfather the oil man was also a professional gambler. Don't get in a poker game with anyone in my family. Those of you from the South may know this was something of a tradition for young men, a rite of passage. Usually it was your grandfather or a coach or uncle, not your aunt. She did explain the next day after swearing me to secrecy. She was 18 when she married my uncle, he was a 20 year old seminary student at Baylor. My grandfather's talk with her consisted of "don't come home with any stray babies." My uncle's father ran the business interest for the Baptist churches in Texas, he didn't tell him anything. They didn't havethe slightest idea what to do their wedding night, so the next morning my aunt gave my uncle $50 out of their budget and sent him down to McKinney Ave. in Dallas to find out what they were supposed to do. My older cousin had just 'had' to get married because she hadn't known what she was doing and got involved with the worst possible boy. She still didn't have it right on her fourth divorce. To quote my aunt as best I remember it, "I'll be damned if you're going to get trapped by some little bitch because you never went fishing and wanted to try out the tackle." She died in 1986, younger than I am now. I never did tell her I wasn't a virgin, and no one else in the family ever knew, though we did get a few odd looks when she asked me once in a while if I had been to Mexico recently and a grown man blushed. If this was abuse, then thank God I was abused. And if you don't see why I kept marrying women just like her, you just aren't trying. These are of Ava Gardner and Hedy Lamarr, but that's what she actually looked like --- even at three in the morning with curlers. Considering how many times she lived with us it's a wonder I didn't have a permanent case of Priapism aunt or not.   Lust brings you together, love keeps you there, sex keeps the mechanism lubricated.  |
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Another great post and a fun read! A comment...I think it is not uncommon for people to have 2 virginities and maybe even more. For example,like you, I lost my virginity in a swirl of teenage romance. I hardly would call it a mature sexual experience, but more like what happens on a spring day when cold air meets hot air --- the conditions are right for a storm. My second virginity was more thoughtful. I lost it within context of a relationship. The feelings coupled with the hormones were an awesome thing and an experience I am so thankful to have had. In fact, I give a lot of credit to this experience and this relationship with this man in particular for shaping a lot of my passions in bed. Looking back on it, I was fortunate to have the best of both worlds -- a wonderful partner who cared about me and wonderful sex, too. This experience became my "norm" and set the parameters of what I wanted to always have every time I had sex. But, I recognize life isn't always like that for everyone -- some by choice and some not by choice. Sex and romance and relationships and love are often branded about as synonyms when, in fact, the only thing they really have in common is that they are words. At this point of my life and my current state of abstinence, I feel I am in the thick of a third virginity. I stay hopeful that the experience with my next partner, whomever he may be, will be filled with the same miraculous wonder and joy of the second time I lost my virginity!  I was in a coma for some time in 2011, and consider myself re-born and re virginized, waiting to be initiated into the mystery cult of sex, pleasure, and love again. But this time I have no intention of waiting thirteen years before losing my cherry. Lust brings you together, love keeps you there, sex keeps the mechanism lubricated.
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Another great post and a fun read! A comment...I think it is not uncommon for people to have 2 virginities and maybe even more. For example,like you, I lost my virginity in a swirl of teenage romance. I hardly would call it a mature sexual experience, but more like what happens on a spring day when cold air meets hot air --- the conditions are right for a storm. My second virginity was more thoughtful. I lost it within context of a relationship. The feelings coupled with the hormones were an awesome thing and an experience I am so thankful to have had. In fact, I give a lot of credit to this experience and this relationship with this man in particular for shaping a lot of my passions in bed. Looking back on it, I was fortunate to have the best of both worlds -- a wonderful partner who cared about me and wonderful sex, too. This experience became my "norm" and set the parameters of what I wanted to always have every time I had sex. But, I recognize life isn't always like that for everyone -- some by choice and some not by choice. Sex and romance and relationships and love are often branded about as synonyms when, in fact, the only thing they really have in common is that they are words. At this point of my life and my current state of abstinence, I feel I am in the thick of a third virginity. I stay hopeful that the experience with my next partner, whomever he may be, will be filled with the same miraculous wonder and joy of the second time I lost my virginity! Check out my blog -- A Godiva World
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Boy you were very young. hugs V There is quite a bit of backstory to the 13 year old incident, but it happened, and it did take a lot of pressure off high school when all the guys were talking about sex they never really had. It never got complicated, and I was a grown man before I knew her story. At sixteen I could easily pass for over 21 and wasn't even carded at the Playboy Club in Manhattan. I was always way too serious, and as a result my aunt was always trying to loosen me up --- though not so obviously usually. But looking back, I never had a pregnancy scare with a girl, didn't make a bad marriage at 18 just for sex I couldn't have any other way, and I didn't feel pressure to go with just anyone who was willing. I could be a little picky, I knew what I was doing, and I was a great deal more sophisticated than most high school and college boys. Before I turned 18 I had dated a Bunny (she was 17 too, she lied about her age) and was going out with my cousin's girlfriends in Dallas who were college coeds. There was still a good deal of sweaty groping in the back seat of cars out at Dallas White Rock Lake, but we both knew the dangers and consequences even when hormones made us stupid. I saw so many of my friends leap into marriage and end up divorced and with kids, and most of them never did grow up much past high school. I quit going back because they were still living the same life they had in high school, they just had a job and access to alcohol now. At the same age (and a bit younger because I graduated younger) I being treated as an adult by adults taken seriously. I was never the kid even when I was the youngest. I don't think I'm any better than my friends, and a few I even envy because they found what they wanted, but we aren't all satisfied with that life. I chose what I wanted, took the consequences, and risked the hurts. I was always going to go to college, I was always going to do something different, I was always going to write and paint, there was never a time in childhood beyond the Roy Rogers stage that I didn't know I would not live stuck where I started. My family supported that. In my family it was damn near expected. Average was a dirty word. Art and restlessness ran in the blood on both sides. No one was ever just anything. We didn't look down on ordinary, we just didn't want it. By the time I married in my mid twenties I had traveled extensively, had two mistresses (relationships based on sex more than dating), lived on my own in three countries, had a responsible interesting and sometimes dangerous job, and done things my friends never experienced or ever would. And best of all, the stupid things I did hurt no one but me. I think starting early was good in my case. I wasn't abused, and it took so much pressure off to get laid or rush to become an adult when I was a kid who never would grow up. Even when hormones were flooding my brain, I knew getting laid was less important than who it happened with. I think most American males don't mature much past 12, just old enough to stop thinking girl's have cooties, but not old enough to know what to do with them. Biology forces maturity on women. I at least made it to 16, four years older than most guys mentally. I'm still clueless, but I know I'm clueless. It doesn't make me any better, but it does give me some insight into women. They will always be a mystery, but thanks to that life, they aren't one I can't solve. I've known some extraordinary women, both who and what they were. I never giggled or snickered like a dirty minded kid, and I was willing to learn from every woman I've ever met. I think I owe that to the female sex in general. I think every man does. Lust brings you together, love keeps you there, sex keeps the mechanism lubricated.
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Boy you were very young. hugs V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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I too had two incidents in my life of loosing my virginity. The first time was when I was just 8. Me and my cousin were 'playing doctor' and we figured out that my thing fit very nicely into her thing. Obviously, we had no idea what we were doing and of course, neither of us had an orgasm, but it was a first. 8 years later, when I was 16 and my gf was 17, we were both each others' first time... this time, knowing exactly what I was doing. My cousin and I didn't play doctor until her second divorce and my only annulment. We'd always been too damn well matched, which was one reason I leaped at the chance to leave the country and live in England and Europe. The other was a James Bond fantasy. At least I thought it was just a fantasy. Not everyone from State is a diplomat. It ended bittersweet as it always does. We were still good kids and didn't want to create a family stink. Ironically her mother knew I think, she thought we both needed to get it out of our system I guess. I wish I could work up a little guilt about it, but we were just too damn well matched from the time we were little. I think this kind of '' is probably fairly common. You would not believe the cousin stories I've heard. It didn't seem unhealthy, and we knew going in it couldn't go anywhere, we just had to find out. I was lucky, I found love elsewhere, she just careened from one jerk to the next. Lust brings you together, love keeps you there, sex keeps the mechanism lubricated.
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I too had two incidents in my life of loosing my virginity. The first time was when I was just 8. Me and my cousin were 'playing doctor' and we figured out that my thing fit very nicely into her thing. Obviously, we had no idea what we were doing and of course, neither of us had an orgasm, but it was a first. 8 years later, when I was 16 and my gf was 17, we were both each others' first time... this time, knowing exactly what I was doing.
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