Today we're highlighting Victoria in Atlanta, Georgia who made sure she got permission from her best friend before making moves on a boy her friend used to like. If you want to tell your story, go to our submission form. You can find all our V-Card Diaries here. A little about myself:
I am a 15-year-old female from Atlanta, GA.
How I define virginity:
Virginity is a name for an experience. It's not a physical thing or something you can "lose." It's nothing important or sacred. All it is is the term for someone who's never had P-to-V sex before. Everyone uses it their own way of course, like if I received or gave oral more than like ten times, I wouldn't still call myself a virgin.
Here's my story:
I was in French class and I was really bored. I leaned over on my desk and asked my best friend if she was over this guy who she'd liked for like ever. She said she was over him and gave me permission to do whatever. He sits a few seats behind us, so I folded up a note and passed it to him, asking if he wanted to makeout after school. When the final bell rang we walked together to our school gym and into one of the locker rooms. I'd never even kissed a guy (tons of girls though) so I was kinda nervous. We made out, and he took off my shirt and my bra, and we kept making out. I had like ten minutes left before I had to go and he was being super sweet and I was hella horny, so I gave him a blowjob. He said I was really good at it, which was nice because, again, I was pretty nervous. We did it again yesterday, and this whole time he's been super sweet. We aren't telling people though I told him I didn't mind of he did. We just act like nothing happened and it's pretty nice.