How I Lost My Cherry - Sex Stories

How I Lost My Cherry

This happened a long time ago, when I was 18—ancient history. It is the story of how I lost my virginity back in the early '70's, the time before Reagan, when it was still legal to have fun in America, the days of Sex, d**gs, and Rock and Roll. Also, because of the more sensible laws of that era (what was it I said about it being legal to have fun?), nothing that happened was i*****l (or wrong for that matter). It was the beginning of 10th grade. Because of a c***dhood illness (rheumatic fever), I had started school a year late, so I had turned 16 at the end of the 9th grade and had gotten my drivers license over the summer. My best friend was, of course, 18, and actually a bit young for his grade, having just turned 15 in June. (Another strange detail—because they had lived in Holland when they were younger, both Gary and Bridgett were a grade ahead of others their age when they moved to the US in 1966.) This was when Middle School was called Junior High School and it ran from 7th to 9th grades, so we were both newbies at the High School. My friend, Gary, had developed a summer romance with a girl who was still at the Junior High (9th grade) and their mothers had begun to get tired of chauffeuring them around on dates. So one day Gary's mother called my mother (they were good friends too) and asked if I could drive them around—our mothers arranged for us to do double dates (usually in their yellow VW Squareback). There was a problem, however, at the time I didn't have a ...

... girlfriend. I'm not sure how it was arranged but the problem was solved by the addition of Gary's thirteen year old s****r, Bridgett. Actually, this was fine with me, Gary and I had grown up together as best friends and, of course, Bridgett had always been around—she never made herself a pest at all and actually joined us sometimes when we climbed around on the woods or played with models or GI Joe. So Gary, his girlfriend Margret, Bridgett and me actually became a regular foursome at the local movie theatres, Mac Donald's, even at the Junior High dances (although we skipped the Homecoming dance at the High School, went to see a movie instead.) I never got any ribbing from other guys about dating a 8th grader, it seemed to be understood that it was all done so Gary and Margret could go out, Bridgett and I really weren't dating. For Bridgett it must have been a hoot to go to the Junior High dances with a High School guy, even if he did drive her mother's car. Now, of course, what Gary's mother didn't know was that Gary and Margret were fucking like rabbits. I was in early on this because I had gotten a summer job stocking shelves at a local d**g store and was Gary's main source of rubbers. At first I lifted them but, after a couple of boxes of Trojan-Eze had disappeared I started buying them. The pharmacist, Phil, probably thought he was doing a public service keeping the young ladies of the community out of the Home for Unwed Mothers. (These days teenage girls just bring their ...