Girls look for a one night stand for many reasons. I know that in the past I’ve gone looking for the D after break-ups, after meeting a guy I think is hot and not managing to fuck him, after I haven’t had sex in far too long (my vibrator just doesn’t come close to a hot, hard, real penis).

I lost my virginity in a one-night stand.

It was Orientation Week at my university. I was a virgin freshman, still too young to buy my own alcohol. A friend had brought me a 6-pack of cider, and innocent 17-year-old me hadn’t drunk more that a single KGB at a time before. I was pretty experienced in everything sexual except the actual penetrative act, and I just wanted to get the big first time out of the way. It’s never been a huge thing for me, you know, virginity. I wanted to be able to go to town and pick up boys and not have to worry about it hurting, or that talk. Really, I wanted someone I didn’t know, who would unknowingly help me through this supposedly formative milestone.

When I was introduced to a boy who was 20, 3 whole years older than me, who wasn’t terrible looking, I was most definitely interested. Everyone was dressed as pirates and he had a plastic pistol. I’ve never been one for subtlety in anything I do and drunken flirtation was no different. We exchanged innuendo over the pistol for the whole pre-party, and I stole it off him, telling him he’d have to come get it off me if he wanted it back. That’s right, I lost my V card over a plastic pistol. At the dance, he drew me into the corridor, looked me in the eyes and said, “Can I have my pistol back?”

“What are you going to do for me?” I asked, thanking the heavens that it was still pretty dim in the corridor. I was, clichéd as it may seem, shaking. I hadn’t kissed many boys at that point in my life, so even kissing a boy I’d met that night seemed like a big deal at that moment. He leaned in for a kiss that left me wet and trembling. He drew back and said softly, eyes locked on mine: “Are we gonna do this?”
I couldn’t even speak. His clear experience and the prospect of what was about to happen left me mute. I nodded, checked around me to make sure no one saw us leaving, and we went upstairs to his room.

My legs were shaking still, in no small part to my tipsy state, and I stumbled on the stairs. He helped me up, and we eventually made it to his room. All I remember about his room was that it was messy, and that he had all 8 seasons of Scrubs on DVD. I mentioned that we had something in common, because I love Scrubs, but he was definitely more interested in taking off my clothes. We made out more. He slipped his hand into my jeans. I remembered that I was rocking a full bush, because I had not been expecting to be getting any action. He didn’t seem to mind.

We ended up naked on his bed. He put a condom on, and went for it. It hurt, but I didn’t want him to know so I did my best not to show it. The pain went away pretty quickly, but the pleasure I’d been promised never came. He tried doggy style, but quickly flipped me back over on to my back; I don’t know why.

After, we showered together and then I got dressed and returned to the hop. Probably only 20 minutes or so had passed. I’d barely been missed.

Later, I found out that he tried to have sex with my floormate the same night. I have no idea when he found out I was a virgin, whether he figured it out that night or later on. I know he knows, and I don’t particularly care. As a person, he’s awful. That’s a different story. As a sexual partner, he was what I needed.

Writing all this out, I realise that it makes me seem like a slut. If that’s what you want to call me, go ahead. I don’t regret it, in fact just writing this turned me on, so I texted my boyfriend to come over and fuck me. I like sex. Sex is fun, and it feels good. If you want to fuck a lot of people because that’s what feels good, do it! If you are more the monogamous, won’t have sex until you know a person sort, that’s cool too! The only things that really matter with sex are that it’s consensual and that you’re all having fun.