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find a condom in the house." So the two of us scoured the entire place and it took about two hours. We went through everything, the mom's underwear drawer, the whole nine yards and we're not finding one. After about two hours of searching we were in her roommate's younger brother's room and we find a suitcase under his bed filled with about five or six porn videos, a bunch of dirty magazines, and a full box of condoms. That was when I lost my virginity, my freshman year of college when we basically stole a condom.
We were there for the night by ourselves so it was actually really beautiful. It was great.
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    We were so nervous about throwing away the condom in her dad's garbage that we went out about a half a mile from her house into the woods, dug a hole and buried the condom. We buried it like a foot deep, like we were burying a body in The Sopranos or something.
Art, 27
Washington D.C.
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    60, 59, 58, 57, 56…
Melanie, 24

I was a late bloomer, 21 years old. Doug and I were members of the same co-ed, community service fraternity. After our friendship transitioned rather smoothly into a relationship, we found out that both of us were still virgins.
Eight months into us dating we had that ridiculous talk… "Um, I guess we’re going to have sex sometime." But I was all, "I’m not ready!" And he’s like, "Neither am I!" He was a year older than me and when he graduated he moved to an apartment and I’d leave school to visit him on weekends.
The first time it almost happened he had guests and we thought, "Oh, we can’t do it because Linda and Don are on the other side of the door. Oh no." He also said he didn’t have any condoms and I told him, "Yeah, you’re not having any sex without any condoms." When I got back to school I went to the health center where they handed out the free ones and I pretended to be an R.A. saying I needed condoms for my entire floor. I scored a box of 60.
That next weekend we finally did it and we counted backwards from 60. So the first condom was 60 and then the next time it was like, "Better get number 59." That morning after, he took me out for a breakfast at McDonald’s because I really liked McDonald’s breakfasts. He probably thought I was such a cheap date.
I still have some of those first box of condoms. We broke up before he and I could count all the way down to condom number one. But that’s when it happened. At the time we were in a loving and committed relationship and it was a really good experience.

     



Chapter 3

"PENIS IS THE PROPER WORD… VULVA IS THE PROPER WORD."
     
    The above quote is taken from a sexual educational video – a free rental that my mother forced me to watch when I was 12. I unwillingly sat through the VHS puberty lesson and a folk singer appeared on the screen, sitting in a playground and strumming a miniature guitar while singing a song about the proper names for the male and female anatomy. I, in turn, took that song back to school where it became an in-joke amongst my friends: penis is the proper word - vulva is the proper word.
In sexual education there was the tendency to laugh at the situation, vocabulary words, etc. But when presented with the real thing in the bedroom, fear and apprehension is a far more common response than laughter. As much as you can try to prepare with book smarts, there is no substitute for hands-on experience.
This next collection of stories represents a heightened sense of awareness about the workings of the opposite sex, or sex in general, as a result of the first time. Lessons learned about who they were, what they liked, what they didn’t like, what to do, and what not to do.
     

STUDYING A "BROAD"
George, 24

I was going to school in London. I was dating a girl, my first girlfriend, who wouldn't sleep with me. She was back in the States. We broke up over the phone and that same night I met a girl from Denmark.
Europeans do things differently; they’re more open about sex. Her being from Denmark and me