My husband refuses to play "I Never" with me. Apparently he's not proud of my sexual conquests and general trouble I got myself into in high school. I tend to play this game with friends I've known since forever, so they know all the dirt on me. For example: -I lost my virginity in the bed of a pick up truck. It belonged neither to me nor the boy I was with. It happened at a big street dance my hometown has every year, after midnight no less, so the owner of the truck could have decided to leave at any time. -The first time I gave a blow job was under a railroad bridge just outside of town. It's still a big joke when both he and I are hanging out with high school friends. -I once gave a guy head in the manager's office of the grocery store where we both worked at the time (see virginity story, this happened afterwards with the same guy.) Apparently, over 5 years later, we're still legend to the employees at the local grocery store. -I fooled around on the charter bus we took to FFA National Convention, when the advisor was sitting across the aisle. Also on the track bus, headed home from a meet. -I once had a guy (who had already graduated, only a year ahead of me though) put my bra up the school flag pole and somehow it got stuck up there for a week. Damn, I was a slut in high school. Granted, I didn't lose my virginity until I was 17, right before we started senior year. I was one of the last 3 in my class to lose it. How much of a redneck do I sound like here? Lost my V-card in the bed of a truck, fooled around on the way to Kentucky for FFA National Convention... Focus: What kind of shenanigans did you get into when you were in high school, sexual or otherwise? Alt. Focus: How did you lose your virginity?
I gained access to the backdoor before I ever lost my "virginty" (at least she bought that argument.) We were on our class trip to Washington D.C. We stayed at the Embassy Suites. The romantic lighting of the bathroom combined with my classmates banging on the door occasionally really set the mood. I will say that the small bottles of lotion came in rather hany though.
FOCUS Shenanigans in high school? Please. I just never did my homework and was in detention for two terms while in grade 11. Fridays sucked, since whoever was in detention had to go pick up leaves that had fallen off trees in the school. By hand. For four hours, since school finished at 1pm on Fridays. I did once have a teacher who slammed my finger in the desk for reading a magazine in class under my reading set book. Does that count?* Also, I was the weird kid who'd have sudden outbursts and then get kicked out of class. That happened on such a regular basis, the headmaster would walk past and not even inquire why I was outside. Fun times. Also, there was this one time that involved the school swimming pool** *The books were both A4 sized. One of the bastards next to me revealed what I was doing. It was an issue of Car, not a porno - I wasn't that brave. **That one is for the RMMB veterans - I posted that story on the board before. It was pretty funny to everyone, except me. ALT. FOCUS I went to an all-boys school. Since I'm not gay or bisexual, nothing happened.
I got head in my friend's front yard in the middle of a party. A guy had come out to take a whizz and I was about a foot away from a golden shower. Fucking a very drunk girl one night, she ended up puking all over my bed and passing out before I finished. The puke caused me to lose my boner, but I ended up finishing on her passed out face.
Focus: I've been filmed having sex in high school. I was unaware of it happening. The spring break of my senior year was the only time besides prom that I drank during lacrosse season (I made up for it plenty the rest of the year anyway). Because of this fact, I drank a LOT over spring break, even though I was home. There was a girl who had been into me for a while who had a friend who was out of town with her family but she had given this girl the key to her house. So what did she do? Well have people over to drink and trash the place, of course. The girl and I killed a bottle between the two of us, although I had a significant majority of it. For reference, this girl was about 5'4 and 90 pounds. Anyway, the night progresses, people do stupid drunken things (including one kid wearing the girl whose house it was' sister's panties... Don't know how that happened), etc. etc. Eventually, this girl and I go downstairs to hook-up (in the girl's friend's bed, of course). At this point, I was too drunk to take off my shirt or socks so they were still on. Now my memory is rather hazy of the night and as a result, I was struck with whiskey dick on and off throughout the night. However, I DO remember going at it for a while and hearing laughing behind us. Some of my friends had snuck downstairs and taken pictures of us in the act. I yell, they run away laughing. This happened a couple times and eventually, they crawled across the floor of the room and filmed us around a corner. Multiple times. Cue the next morning, there are multiple pictures and videos of my pale white ass going up and down. For some reason, they all thought it was the funniest thing in the world that I kept my socks on. As a result of this, my nickname in my group of friends became "socks." They got about 50 people to yell "SOCKS!" at graduation when I went up and got my diploma. I think one of them still has one of the videos.
First BJ was when I was a sophomore, from a senior. We were both in the musical (fuck you, arts got as much funding and prestige as sports in my district), and there was a giant storm that afternoon, that sent everyone into the basements just in case. When it lightened up a bit, she was giving me a ride home, and said something along the lines of "Storms always turn me on". So, we parked. She gave me hickeys, cause it was dumbass highschool. She blew me for a bit, and made sure I was going to warn her when I came. I did, and rather than just wanting to know when to brace herself, I guess she wanted to get the fuck outta the way. So she basically had me shoot jizz all over my own shirt. Wouldn't have been a big deal, except my Dad was fucking PISSED at me when I got home, since I hadn't called about being late or anything. Luckily, the hickeys distracted him from the jizz stain I was trying to hide with curiously crossed arms. As far as public stuff? Various girlfriends and I fucked in cars a lot in highschool. Basically anywhere we could find a semi-secluded spot. Back of a bowling alley parking lot (found out it was league night. oops), elementary school parking lot (it was like 10 PM, no one around), but the top of the race control tower at Brainerd International Speedway is the best I got.
Alt focus: She was really wet, slipped down onto it, and never got off. Pun intended, of course. I want to emphasize, this was rather by accident. We were only fooling around and she never intended to have sex, but once you start in on something, well, you know.
Alt-Focus: My viginity was taken straight-up 1980's movie fantasy-style: by a chick that was 3 years older than me, training me to be a camp councillor. Thanks, Allison. I loved every 35 magical seconds of it and I know you did too.
I'll go with the virginity story. I had just turned 16 and homecoming was approaching. I was cool and wasn't going to the dance (read: didn't have anyone to go with). I just decided I'd go to the afterparty and get fucked up. A good friend of mine that was two years older than me was going with a girl that he had liked for awhile. I knew for a fact this girl liked me, but I didn't want to ruin it for him so I didn't say anything before the dance. Well, something must have happened between them at the dance. I met up with everyone at the party afterwords and though the girl was there, my buddy wasn't. I begin drinking 151 heavily, and flirting with her. She goes out to my car and tells me to bring some 151 and join her. Now, the 151 isn't mine, so it's not like I can bring it. So I just keep drinking for another hour or two. Admittedly, I was nervous about going out to that car for whatever would ensue with the older girl who I knew fucked. A long time passes, I forget about the girl all the while getting ridiculously drunk. At some point someone asked me if I knew where she was and then I remembered. By that time I was drunk enough to have forgotten what nerves even were. I staggered out to the car, only to find her in no real mood for sexuals. In fact, she was down right angry. She says she wants something alcoholic to drink. I promise her some kind of delicious mixed drink, but am unable to find anything. So I grab a budweiser from the fridge, take it to her, and sit wondering whats going on as she takes approximetly three sips out of it, sets it down, and then we start sexing it up. It was terrible on both ends, and because I was so drunk I didn't even get off. I still don't know why she needed that miniscule amount of booze to justify fucking someone that wasn't her date in a car at a homecoming party. The friend was ridiculously pissed at me, and we didn't talk for months. Later on though, we ended up living together for about a year, so I guess he got over it. I still feel terrible about it though, especially since the sex was so unenjoyable. In fact, I spent the next three months wondering what the hell the big deal about sex even was. Until I did it again, with someone I actually liked, sober, in a hotel room at Cedar Point. And yes, it only lasted about a minute or so.
My stories are tame compared to others in the thread, but here goes... Focus: My main girlfriend in high school, I didn't start dating until my Senior year. But man, did we do some shit on that campus. 1. She gave me head in the auditorium. 2. She gave me head in a classroom after school before musical practice (yeah, I did a musical, big whoop wanna fight about it?) - when I was ready to finish, she told me to cum on her tits. 3. Before one of the performances of the musical, we sat on one of the stage props while the curtain was still closed and I fingered her while the auditorium was full of people waiting to see the show. 4. At one of the proms I went to with her, I fingered her in a booth off to the side of the dance floor. We left prom early so we could drive to a parking lot and have sex for a while. Somehow we never got confronted about our behavior in school, so I guess the teachers never found out. Which was surprising, because my school was strict on the PDA policies and usually stayed on top of making sure kids weren't even hugging each other, let alone doing what she & I were doing. What actually surprised me the most was when she & I had a fight, the musical director would let us leave practice to go work shit out. Until I met her, I was fairly well-behaved in high school. Most of the stuff we did was her idea, but like I was really going to say no to a hot Italian/Puerto Rican chick that wanted me to cum on her. Alt. Focus: With the same girl, back seat of my car at the homecoming game. We left the game a little before halftime and drove over to a part of the campus that wasn't occupied at the time, and stayed there until just before the game was over. It was a fairly volatile relationship, though - her temper & my temper really clashed at times. We dated for a little over a year before things finally fell apart. Now that I think of it, even though things ended in a shitty fashion...that was a damn good year.
Recently? I was at a friend's house in their basement with my girlfriend, and everyone except us went upstairs . Cue blowjob. I'm still pretty sure the rest of them don't know what happened. But yeah, I've done the myriad of standard things that've been said here, but my favorite is probably a year or two ago. I was at a party with a girl and we decided we wanted to fuck, so I took her into the bathroom and we started going at it. Too bad it was the only bathroom there, and in a minute or two there was a rather large line of people waiting outside. Walking out I noticed 2 or 3 guys who had been wanting to fuck her for a while now (and I'm pretty sure resented me for it because they were giant tools), which made it all the better.
If she is your GIRLFRIEND, and nobody is even on the same floor of the house as you, then is there anything really interesting about it at all? Do they know what happened? Well, since you are dating her they probably figure something may have happened. But I'm sure they haven't thought twice about it.
I don't know if this counts, but everyone I went to my last school (Salts Grammar) with thinks I'm now dead. So, um, how's that for shenanigans?
Ok, point taken. Though I can't actually give you the whole story as I never found it out. Basically, for reasons I don't really want to go into I had to drop out of school around 13. But before I officially dropped out there was a period of around six months where I was periodically in school but not for very long. Supposedly, after I officially dropped out it became an accepted fact among the teachers & pupils that I'd had leukemia and was dead...I don't know who started the rumour, though, as I only heard about it secondhand a couple of years afterwards.
9th grade, I came in late for the last day of school, as I didn't have any finals left to take. I was riding my bike (an old Schwinn 10 speed) through the parking lot at about 20 mph, popped a wheelie to go over a pothole, and when i came down, there was no front wheel any more. Goddamned quick release came off. So after I slid to a stop on my face, I got up and immediately headed for the school, as I tend to immediately head for help when I get seriously injured. By the time I got near the front door, everything was getting very bright. By the time I got inside, I couldn't see, because my pupils were dilated from the concussion. And, of course, it's passing time. So I'm wandering through the halls, blind and bloody, trying to find the nurses office. Someone helped me get there, but the whole time I could hear girls gasping in shock, and guys exclaiming, "Dude!" 45 minutes later, the ambulance shows to take me to the hospital for stitches and xrays and shit. I'm still to dizzy to walk, so they put me on a stretcher, and I guess it had started raining in the meantime, so they put me in a body bag, and zipped it up to my neck, so I wouldn't get wet. And it's passing time again. Less than an hour ago, people had seen me get assisted to the nurses office, covered in blood, from the parking lot. Then they saw me get wheeled out in a body bag. When I came back for 10th grade, I would say about half the people at school had thought I died.