I was 17, almost 18, with my first serious bf. We were together almost 3 years. I shouldn't regret it...I guess the only thing I regret is choosing someone who wasn't good enough for me. We heavy girls have the problem a lot I think.

I was 17 and I lost it to my bf who later became my dh. :)

MY HERO! ;)

I was 17....wish I knew THEN what I do now.....I'm not saying it wasn't fun...but it came at a price that I didn't realize until I was older and wiser.

I will say tomorrow is my 14th wedding anniversary. Angie and I met 1 year prior to the day of our wedding day.

It was a tough year to "behave".....but we did :)

DEAL! Although I'm sure you won't have a problem. You're very pretty! :cool:

I started off with religious reasons for wanting to wait. (And emotional too. I've never dated a man that cared about me so no sex has been a source of emotional protection.) Now, I'm not so sure I'll ever get married so I wanna taste the forbidden fruit before dust bunnies settle up there. :devil:

:lol3: You've got some balls, girl.

It'd be impossible for me to engage in those activities without developing feelings/attachments. :o

I was 16 and it was with my now husband. I mean I guess that's good, but it would have been nice to have something to compare to :devil:

Haven't yet. I decided as a teenager I would wait until marriage. At this point I think I just want to wait until I am madly in love and in a committed relationship. Until then, I don't want to deal with the emotional baggage that comes along with it.

haha. it was a pretty awesome year. i actually slept with the majority of the people i've ever slept with that year... then i met my current boyfriend, moved out of New York City, and started getting my life together. not that having lots of meaningless sex and having a disorganized life necessarily go hand in hand. i think there are plenty of successful people who have random sex because it's fun. however, in my case, random sex went hand in hand with lots of drinking.

my year of being promiscuous showed me that i know how to flirt (and that i'm good at it) and that i can be sexy. it also provided me with millions of ridiculous stories.

I was 17. I don't know how I feel about it. It was with a guy I had been dating for a while. It would have been nice if I had been with someone I was head over heels for and who actually KNEW what he was doing. LOL.

Same here EZ, My husband and I waited till we were married, despite our previous mistakes with others.

We got together in Jan98, engaged in august98, had our wedding set for the next august99, couldn't wait that long so we decided on a Wednesday to get married on Saturday in Feb99 still had the wedding in August99 though. Here is another funny thing, My husband and I married in Feb 99 but didn't live together till April of 2000. We lived in separate states and he drove 1000miles round trip every weekend to see me unless he was on the ship. He did all that driving when we were dating, 1000 miles trip 2 to 3 weekends a month, and wasn't "getting any". That's true love right there.

That is awesome, and i greatly commend you for it.

I was 17 and at Glastonbury festival. I slept with a guy I had know for a few months and then we didn't see each other for a while and so to a previous quote
We then met up after a year and now we're married and have been together for over eight years. We're much better at it now :devil:

Reading the stories makes me sad in some cases and happy for others.

For me - I cannot kiss and tell on here.

I was seventeen and not really sure that I wanted too but it happened....oh well. I married him later and divorced him after seventeen years of ****

I was 14, had been dating the guy for 2.5 months, he was 16. He had wanted to right away, but I didn't... eventually he wrote me a big letter about how he wanted to wait as long as I wanted because he respected me... he thought I gave in because I believed it, but really I was impressed by his sneakiness and the effort, lol. Either way, it worked. Eventually wound up pregnant at age 15, and we broke up shortly after... it was a very nice and civil breakup but we only talked once since then (7 years ago).

We had fun, and I really liked him a lot at the time, so I don't know how much I regret it... but if I had to do it over again, I'd wait for my (now) husband. He was my second, at age 18. At least it gives me something to compare to -- the first guy wasn't very good. :p

I was 17. I wanted to wait for someone special, and I did just that. I was head-over-heels in love with this guy (or so I felt at 17) and had silly teenage girl thoughts of "I am going to marry him one day!" Of course, we only lasted 7 months, but the sex was mighty fine. I was a virgin, but he had already slept with 5 or 6 girls before me and knew exactly what he was doing. Apparently, I did, too, as he was in disbelief that I even WAS a virgin and kept asking, "Are you SURE you haven't done this before? You really know what you're doing..."

No regrets. I always find regret to be useless, as you can't change your past. Besides, even if we didn't actually last, I still waited for someone special. I probably wouldn't lose it to him again, though.

Now, the first time I *ahem* messed around sexually, I was 16 and it was with someone who meant nothing to me. I was curious and he was horny. ;)

Oh, mayness, that guy was smooooth like tanning oil! It reminds me of the guy I lost my virginity to, too -- this guy was the type who always said stuff like, "Well, I will never push you further than you want to go. You can decide what we do." It worked so well; I "put out" after... hmm... 2? 3? months. I really was very sexually attracted to him and was impressed by the fact that he wanted to do it on my terms.

UGH, I was one of those stupid teenage girls that thought I was going to marry every guy I dated.
I am trying so hard to teach better sense to my daughters. My oldest is 12 and I have already had to have the sex talk with her a few years ago, thanks to older girls on a school bus. I think I do a better job than my mom, I was told "its bad, don't do it". From my moms point of view, it was. She was molested by 3 different men before te age of 12 and raped at 15, then married my dad at 16, and he isnt always the nicest guy and apparently pretty demanding in that area. So sad really. I will teach my children that is is wonderful when kept in the bounds of marriage, that sex was created by God for pleasure and making babies and never meant to be a source of pain, confusion, regret, or to be abused. I wish I had been taught that.

Thank you all for sharing your stories! *HUGS* To everyone :)

I was 18 and about 3 months before my bf and I got together I was sexually assaulted by a "friend" of mine. Thankfully he didn't force me to have sex, largely I think because he was a virgin himself at the time and wasn't quite sure of what to do, but he forced me to do everything else.

I got back to school and started spending time with the guy that soon became my bf. We had known each other for about a year before that. When he asked me out I was really upfront about what had happened with the other guy. I said that I was a virgin, that I was really glad and felt really fortunate to still be a virgin, and wasn't ready to lose that, even with someone I was serious about. He was so caring and protective and told me that he was a virgin too and wasn't in any big rush. We started dating and I fell for him very hard and very fast. On our two month anniversary I told him that I was ready. I remember that he was shaking and he kept asking "are you ok? are you ok?" We also had a long talk about whether or not I was really ok and only after I convinced him that I was did anything happen. He went to great lengths (candles, roses, music) to make it special for me and to make it as far from that other negative experience as possible.

He still is the gentlest spirit that I know and that is part of the reason that it is now 3 years later and we are living together and planning to get married. Giving myself to him was so much more than just the sex, especially after what had happened to me. It was as much a gesture of my love for him and my absolute trust him as anything else. It was a beautiful experience and even if, heaven forbid, that our relationship ends, I know I could never regret that night.

For me it was all about waiting until I was in love and felt safe with the person I was giving myself to. I've never slept with anyone else and for me the sex is incredibly tied up in emotions. I guess you can say that I don't advocate waiting for the sake of waiting...but rather waiting until you truly feel ready.

I'm still a virgin. It's mostly because of my lack of self-esteem and I wont let anyone get close to me in not just an intimate way, but a romantic and such way, too. Plus I'm more worried about getting through school than getting busy
Plus I'm semi-religious, and abstinence is something really important to me

18 to my now husband. We had been dating since I was 14. He's the only guy I have ever kissed or ever dated. Don't regret it in the least.

what interetsing stories

i was 18 and lost it to a guy i had been drunkenly kissing for 12 months (i really liked him but clearly he didnt feel the same (even tho he said so! ha!) ), he never pressured me once, i just thought it was time. It was far from romantic, but not horrible. I ended up falling for his friend (also my good friend) about 2 weeks after. But i guess thats how life just is- its almost as if it was something i had to do to get to the next point in my life - finding my amazing boyfriend of 2 yrs.

The funny (well sort of funny) thing is, my current boyfriend (at the time best friend w/ no feelings that we knew of at the time) talked me into sleeping with him. Im thinking he sort of regrets that now..hehe

But i havnt told anyone this story, ive decided to tell the rest of the world my first time was with my current...and was actually amazing!!

When I was twelve, I wrote myself this really cute letter saying that no matter what my hormones told me to do when I was in high school, I would wait until I was at least 18 to have sex and that I would make sure it was with a guy who cared about me. 12-year-old me felt that by 18 I would be mature enough and smart enough to make the decision.

During my early teenage years, I would occasionally pull that letter out of my memory box and roll my eyes at it... but I kept it...and, in fact, despite my adolescent scoffing, I followed my twelve-year-old self's advice.

I feel extremely indebted now, as an adult, to that young girl and her foresight and insight into her future self. I have no regrets about how it happened or who it was with.

And I still have the letter. :)

Schumeany, that's so sweet!

i think it's interesting how our younger selves pictured our older selves. when i was a junior in high school, i signed one of those "no sex until marriage" pledges... i think mostly because i wanted to fit in with something. obviously, i broke the pledge. oh well.

:) Now that is the best thing I have heard all day :)

the exact same for me!:)

I was 16, low self esteem and got pressured into it by a 25 year old. And if I ever saw him again, I would knock him out. I mean, I don't blame him completely or anything, it was my own lack of power over myself at the time. But what the **** kind of 25 year old would pressure a 16 yr old virgin into having sex with him.

I think we are twins. :D :devil:

My first time I was actually 14, and it was a pressured date sort of a situation. After that, I did not have sex again for a few years. Once I hit 17, though, I had a few years of dating/drinking/flirting/fun...up until I was about 21 years old. I have some GREAT stories and memories. Once I got that phase out of me, though, I settled down...and now I will only sleep with someone if I truly care about them.

I have no regrets about 4-5 year period where I had my fun and little wild streak, though...it was actually very GOOD for my self-confidence, because it was always on MY terms. I was never taken advantage of during that time...I was actually the one blowing off the phone calls!!! :devil:

aphil, i think we ARE twins. :) i got it out of my system, and now i'm happy in a 5 year relationship.

It was important to me that I waited until I loved the person and truly felt I could trust them. I didn't find that until I was 21. We are still together and getting married soon.

15. We knew each other since grade school and had been officially dating for 6 months at the time. The experience was horrible. Neither of us were qualified to be doing what we were doing. Looking back 15 is way too young to be even thinking about sex. We ended up dating 2 more years after that and attempting sex many, many more times, but it never got any better. It actually didn't start to get enjoyable until my mid-twenties and a few partners later. It's definitely something that should be left up to the adults! If I could take it back I would have waited until I was older and more mature.

Aww! Thanks! :)

I was 21 (a month from being 22). It was with my current boyfriend. I have no regrets about it at all & it was (and still is) absolutly wonderful. He was worth waiting for. :val2:

I was 21. He was a friend since childhood. Our parents were friends when they were teenagers. It happened on our first date. After that he wanted to spend every waking moment together and we ended up getting together. He swore we would be togehter forever and we'd get married and he said he loved me. He died 3 months later tragically

I would do it all over again.

So i have never really admitted this to anyone but i was 12 in the 7th grade. It was not romantic i was spending the night with his little sister who was 10 or 11 at the time. We did stay very close for a loong time after that and for that i am grateful that we stayed friends. I believe in not having any regrets so i do not regret it but i so kind of wish i would have waited until i dunno i knew what i was doing. He was either 13 or 14. Not too proud of it but hey things happen for a reason.

I was nineteen, in college, and I totally thought I was going to marry him. Six months later, I found out he'd been sleeping with another girl who lived in the town we went to college in and that, when I went home on the weekends to my mother's house, he and my roommate (a virgin) would fool around on my bed. I found out when she wrote me a letter and left it on my desk, telling me that she had been spending time with "that guy you like," and that she hoped I wouldn't mind. They never actually had sex, but once we were reconciled and became friends again, she told me how it all went down, and it turned out that he had been using the exact same lines and gimmicks on her that he used on me to get my V-card. The only difference was that she said no, and I didn't. I have trouble trusting my guys around my female friends now, and that was seven years ago.

I WISH I WAS STILL A VIRGIN. I'm pretty sure she still is.

I was 16 and was honestly tired of saying no. I remember thinking "that was it? that's what everybody is crazy about?" I ended up falling in love with and marrying him. We were together for 5 years. I dont remember why we divorced, we were young. I still think about him, my first love.

I was 19 with my first real boyfriend. We had been dating for months. I remember that night feeling strong regret, but I think that was my good-girl Catholic upbringing talking more than anything. We dated for a long time after, but that was never a fun activity with him. I think I waited until a good point in my life, but I wish I wasn't so afraid of it.

i was 19, he was 17 and very pretty but not the sharpest guy i ever met. he had no idea it was the first time i'd had sex. we were both completely wasted the first night of a festival in belfast and spent the next few days drinking and messing around. i had a plaster cast on my leg at the time too, it was pretty funny.

I was 19 and it was with my last ex. We'd only known each other for about a month, but ended up staying together for almost 3 years afterwards. I broke things off with him because he just wasn't the person I wanted to be with forever. I was kind of a jerk and he didn't like my family or the fact that my sister is bi-racial. In fact, his parents didn't like that either. We also just didn't mesh with our beliefs or anything. It was a messy break up.

I kind of regret that he was the one I gave it too for all the reasons above. I think I should have waited for someone who respected me more. My husband was the next person I dated, so I've only been with two men. I wish I waited for my husband.