At some point in her life, every girl thinks about how she’s going to lose her virginity. It’s a big deal, even if people try to play it down. You’re crossing over a threshold, moving through a rite of passage into adulthood. There are so many stipulations and rules that go along with it as well. How old should you be? Who should it be with? Who the fuck buys the condoms? These are all valid questions and ones that don’t have a definite answer. One question that doesn’t get asked a lot is where you’re finally going to give up your v-card. As an innocent virgin, it probably doesn’t cross your mind that you might not get it on in a bed like normal people. Like me. I lost my virginity in a car. And guess what? I’m not the least bit ashamed of it.
By the time I was ready to take the plunge, I was already nineteen. I had hooked up with guys before but had never gone all the way. I didn’t like any guy enough my freshman year in college to give him my precious vagina. It just so happened, though, that I had been hooking up with an old high school fling when I went home for breaks. Since both of us still lived at our parents’ houses, it only made sense to go for a drive, find a dark spot out in the woods, and make the windows fog up. We’d been hooking up since winter break and when summer finally rolled around, I was ready to take that last little step.
So, I got in my car one night and went to pick him up like usual. He asked if I wanted to go to dinner but I had other things on my mind. I almost felt bad for denying him the chance to properly woo me, but then my lady parts reminded me that I was on a mission. We drove around until it was dark enough to park and then things started to heat up. By this point, I was 97 percent sure I wanted to have sex with him. Being my first time, I jittery and a little nervous but who wouldn’t be? Soon enough, though, I wasn’t thinking about being nervous anymore. I was focused on the fact that I had never felt so good in my entire life.
Now, car sex might sound awkward and cramped but if it was, I didn’t notice. Maybe it was the fact that we were both relatively short (I’m 5″0 and he was about 5″7) that it wasn’t uncomfortable. Maybe it was due to his amazing tongue skills. Or maybe it was because I felt so comfortable with myself and him, that none of the usual awkward things mattered. I almost forgot we were in the front seat of my car. Almost. It didn’t matter, though. I didn’t care that I wasn’t in a bed or laying down or making sure everything went right. I didn’t need rose petals, candles, or a serious relationship. All I needed was my shitty car and him, and all I cared about was feeling like a fucking superstar. Which I totally, totally did.
I guess what I’m trying to say, is that it doesn’t matter where or when you choose to lose your virginity. You shouldn’t be ashamed of it either. As long as you’re comfortable and confident about what you’re doing, then none of the other things matter. I can proudly say I lost my virginity in a car and it was the best damn thing that ever happen to me..