This is a fictional story of how I lost my virginity. I wish it really happened this way. I, really, do. Both of us were 18-years-old.
My senior year of high school was nearly ruined by a false accusation. "Katie" (not her real name), had a crush on me, and somehow thought she would win my heart by telling her circle of female friends that she was pregnant-with my baby.
Katie may have been expecting, but I was a virgin-so it, obviously, wasn't my child. I was pissed off!
Unfortunately, none of her friends wanted to believe me-pissing me off more!. One day, at lunch, I was facing "the firing squad" of about eight, OUTRAGED, teenage girls who were convinced I was evil and not taking responsibility and abandoning their friend and "our baby." Except it wasn't "our's" Needless to say, it was not a "fun" lunch discussion. They called me brutal names and I knew that my chances of dating any of them were none. The truth is, I hadn't even dated Katie, seen her naked, or had any sex with anyone.
Weeks later, after "Katie" bragged about having an affair with a teacher, (I told him about her lie-because my mother was a teacher and his career could be ruined) Katie was forced, by the administration-and her mother, to admit that neither of us touched her and that she wasn't pregnant-at least, by us.
(Years later, I learned that her cousin hit "the jackpot" and her mother arranged for Katie's abortion-without knowing who the father was.)
Another lunch meeting "with the girls" had them all, apologizing to me, and some, honestly, admitting that they weren't virgins, including "baby-faced" Molly, (a cute, and chunky brunette-with beautiful wavy hair) who I'd wanted to date for a year, but she was dating Jerry. After admitting that she and Jerry gave each other their virginities and had plenty of bedroom passion, before their breakup, I left the meeting in shock but glad that "Katie" admitted that I didn't get her pregnant. Without naming anyone, Molly also disclosed that "There's nothing wrong with loving."
