I
lost my virginity to my manager at Just For Feet ("The world's largest
athletic shoe store!") two weeks before my 18th birthday in his
apartment behind the bowling alley behind the mall. He was 23 and had
just broken up with his fiance. It was less than spectacular.
That is the abridged version of my deflowering. If I were to tell you
the longer vesion I might include the part where I left thinking
"wasn't that supposed to hurt?"
If I were to write the longer version, I might also submit it to
Deflowered Memoirs, a new website (and hopefully book) that shares
women's stories of their first times.
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