Virginity, lost property.

How I lost my virginity. Twice.

Looking back I always feel as though I lost my virginity twice. Both stories should be put down so here goes.

Do not go past this point if you are young or easily offended.

You have been warned.

You must be older than 18 to read past this point. Adult content. 

The first time I lost my virginity. ..............Un-edited at this point.

My father was in the army, he joined while I was still small so I don't remember being a none army child.

We had lived in many places before we moved to a small army estate out in the sticks. You could look up, Anthorn Cumbria. My father was a drill (marching) instructor for the boys army ( I later joined the boys army but into the Royal Engineer's).

Army children are the most gregarious, they have to make friends fast then move on. Always moving on. Often never seeing each other again.

So the scene is this. A housing estate of about 300 houses, quite a good mix of children at all ages, no cinema, shops, nothing to do, not a thing. I've been back it's still the same. Just 300 houses and that's it.

It makes you make your own entertainment. 

I've just found this aerial photo of the place. So maybe not 300 houses. We lived in the house on the right near the piece of green grass in the middle. On the left is a tidal river, and once or twice a year the sea would come in about 2 feet high. 

So, There was a girl in my class, Linda. She was a tom-boy, just as tough as the boys. She could clime tree's, make catapults, fight, do all the things we did (the boys). She was just one of us. 

Her next door neighbours (English spelling) were a couple of older boys. They were self contained, a bit weird so they never really mixed with us, but I knew them. I generally  stayed away from them. 

Linda was in my class at school, we bused in every morning and bused back home every night. I knew Linda was promiscuous, often grabbing your manhood as a reward or a punishment, depending on the circumstances. If you caught her in a game of kiss chase, you got more than a kiss. 

On the day in question, I'm knocking on the doors of my friends. 

'No he's not coming out today.'

'No, he's staying in.'

I was wondering around, it must have been a weekend because it was about 10 or 11 in the morning, cold, damp. Nobody out.

I bumped into one of the older brothers, he stooped down to my level (he was about 3 years older than me, maybe 2). 

After a bit of small talk, not that we had much to say to one another he said 'Do you fancy shagging Linda?'

Just out of the blue. Can you do that? Just bowl up and ask for a shag.

 I of course said yes, I'm 13, I'm wondering, .............. what's it like.

Monty ( his real name, not that it matters and I don't care) just walked over to Linda's house.

'Hi is Linda coming out?'

I'm stunned, she throws on a coat and she's out of the house. What I did not know was Linda knew what this meant. 

She came out of the house and we stood together in the cold.

Monty just asked her outright.

'Hey lets go over the road and have a shag.'

She nodded, I'm stunned at the ease of it all, yes ......... I'm getting excited. 10 minutes ago I could not find anyone to play out with.

We walk away from her house and over the road, if you look at the photo. On the other side of the road on the river side of the road is a lone house. 

It's were I would go 'scrumping', an English word for stealing apples, plumbs and pears.

We walked over the road and into a back entrance to the house. A little over head tree cover with a gate going into the house. It was little used by the look of it.

The talk going over the road was such as I knew it was on. Linda was going to let both of us have sex.

There was no foreplay,  nothing. No kissing, nothing. 

Monty put his coat down for Linda, a real gentleman, she peeled down her jeans and they did it right in front of me. 

I'm looking all around, but keeping an eye on them two. I have to pinch myself, is this really happening. Yes it was.

Monty finished, I'm on. I'm ready.

Monty walked away pulling his pants up. It's my turn. I'm wetting myself with excitement. 

I got in position and stabbed around, missing, with my arse going up and down like a sewing machine.

Linda helps out, we could have been there all day.

It's like a feeling you have never felt before. Less than a minute, I'm finished.

My orgasms were intense them days. My whole nervous system was getting an electric shock.

We all walked along the river bank and threw stones into the river. Looked at bit's of rubbish on the shore.

'Shall we do it again?' Monty.

'Yes' both of us. We found another place out of sight and did it again. 

This is not fiction, although hard to believe. I enjoyed the second time better.

 Over the next 18 months or so I did it again with Linda, not with Monty. With a few of my other friends. Base, very base. 

My family moved on. Years later, about 30 years later I mentioned her name to my Dad. He looked up at the mention of her surname. It was a rare name, I've never heard it before or since.

My Dad said, 'Her father had gotten 7 years for interfering with his step daughter'. I never mentioned that we all knew.

The second time.

I feel as though this was like losing my virginity again. Just as un-expected as the first time. 

We had moved from Anthorn to Worthy Down. Just outside of Winchester a famous cathedral town. Lots of history, not that I knew much of it, or cared.

It was the same old thing, a few hundred houses in the middle of nowhere. Just army families.

You know that thing about kids. There are the cools, a bit cleverer than the rest, a bit smarter than the rest. Then there are the middle bunch, they are allowed to talk to the Cools as long as they know their place. And then there are the nerds, they are not allowed to talk to the cools or they get beaten up, but they can talk to the middle lot, but not to often.

Well I was in the middle lot. Not cool and not a nerd. I need to sort this out before I tell the story.

It was the summer holidays before I joined the army at 15. I was going straight from school into the army, it's the life I knew, it was what I was always going to do.

School finished and I had 6 or 7 weeks off before I went down to Dover.

We were hanging around as a bunch, every body does it. No money, not a lot to do, but you still have a good time. It was a long hot summer, sun every day. This is not guaranteed in England.

One of the cools told us that her parents had gone away for a few days. I listened, not expecting anything, just interested that her parents would leave the house with her 2 brothers to fend for themselves. 

'Does anyone want to come and have a party in our house. I'm stunned, I'm still not expecting to be invited. I'm not in her category. 

She was nearer to my elder sister. She had a woman's body, she wore stockings, I'm not even a  friend of her younger brothers. No I'm not expecting anything.

The kids cheered and started off to their house. I'm leaning against the wall. Detached.
She looked me in the eye. 'Are you coming?' I'm shocked. 'Yes' puzzled, but delighted.

It's a mix of kids, I remember her parents had laid down new grass seed, not many army people did their garden to well. What's the point, they move to often, just keep it tidy.

For about an hour or so we played records had some 'Pop' ( fizzy drinks) and generally did what kids do. 
Now this is where it gets funny, surreal even. I at the time did not have a girlfriend. I normally did, but not this time. I remember having about 3 girlfriends while we lived in this estate, but not this day. 

English kids can be quite promiscuous, they certainly are today. But we were at the time.

Most kids had paired up, yes, and the elder girl, Tammy. She just came up to me and said 'Come on lets go upstairs.'

Wow, I'm not ready for this, she's a woman, I'm a boy. She takes my hand and leads me upstairs.
Cool as you like we start necking, she got makeup on, lipstick, perfume, and I'm on the bed kissing her. I don't know the boundaries, with most girls I'm trying to push things, but with a woman. ....... What to do?
I'm just enjoying the moment.
'Do you know how to undo a bra?'
What?  'I know the theory'......... well we've talked about it. Boys do that.
 She does some sort of thing with her arms and  her bra is off. I'm faced with my first real breasts, wow am I allowed to touch them. 
Now I'm nearly passing out with excitement. Heaven, no better. We stay like this for a while, I'm just going with the flow. Soon she'll jump up hit me and throw me out. 

She grabs my hand and puts it between her legs, yes my hand is in a very nice place. I'm sweating, I peel off my shirt and dive in again. 
She lift her bum up and takes off her knickers and stockings, she's now only got her skirt on. I'm expecting to wake anytime.

She's leading me, undoing my fly's, she takes off my trousers, I take off my underpants. 

Someone knocks on the bedroom door, I nearly jump out of the window.

'What is it?' she snarl's.
Her younger brother tells her something, I can't remember, she gives him an order.
My heart at this point is just about giving up the ghost. We settled down again. 

Naturally I came too soon, once again it's the most intense toe curling experience for me. She does not complain, she happy. Was that her plan all along?

That was it done, we dressed and she kissed me just before we went down stairs.

From that moment on she became the big sister, the boss. 

'Out, out, everyone' the kids just up and left, I left with them.

It was a few days later I jumped a train to Dover, my Dad seeing me off with a few words of advice. I can't remember. I was 15, I was a soldier.

My first leave from the army was the Christmas break, 3 weeks I think. I never saw the girl again. She may have moved on, I had.


I may remove this post. But I want it to be there in 200 years, so..................

Good night I'm on an early start tomorrow. It's 23.03. 

Just found this picture of me, about 3 months later.