I was not a virgin and I told my future husband about the relationship I had with a guy when I was in college. I was the splitting image of my mom when she was my age but she had gained weight over time and no longer sexually attracted him plus she was just not interested in sex anymore. The first time I slept with my father was when he came for parents weekend my freshman year and my mom was not able to come with him. We both drank too much at the Friday mixer and then went to a bar with some friends and their parents for a long night of socializing and drinking.
All characters are over I had come home early from school because someone had scrawled a bomb threat in a stall in one of the boys washrooms. He was coming out of the washroom naked, just having taken a shower, as I was coming up the stairs en route to my bedroom. I only got a couple second look at it as he saw me, covered himself with his hands and stepped back into the washroom. It was an image that stuck with me, and it wasn't because of the size -- I had seen big cocks before -- but something else, something I couldn't articulate.