I Was a Virgin

An 18-years-old virgin boy is obsessed about having his first time be special. He already knows who his "it" should be, and one day he gets lucky.


1. Prologue


I've never had sex. Yes, believe it or not I am a virgin. And although I am merely 18-years-old this still seems to amuse most people. The thing is I don't just want it to happen; I want it to happen with someone I like. Because contrary to some of my friends that hooked up with random girls they barely know, I want my first time to be special. I want it to be so special that when it happens I won't want to sleep with a different girl ever again. In fact, I already know which special girl I want it to be with.

Her name is Lisa and she's always been my it, ever since I first saw her five years ago. She is thin, has redish hair, blue eyes, and of course, her boobs are a little bit bigger than the average size. That's just the physical though. As a person she's not perfect; she's far from perfect actually, according to many of my friends. For me though, she's more than perfect. She's nice to people, smart, funny, and a little bit arrogant.

Lisa, and pretty much everyone that knows me, either knows or suspects of me liking her. And I've actually had many chances to officially tell Lisa my feelings or simply ask her out, I just never used them because when I had them I knew she would reject me.


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