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The first time we went out ended in handcuffs, a misdemeanor charge for criminal mischief, and our parents coming to the police station to pick us up.
Not the ideal first date, but I guess it was foreshadowing things to come.
###In what felt like ten seconds later, we heard a car coming down the abandoned road — not just any car, but a police car coming to interrupt our little party in the middle of nowhere.
Unlike Seth Rogen in , the female police officer had no problem cock-blocking me, and after we got dressed she took the swimmer in for truancy because she was under sixteen.
We spent the rest of the night watching a marathon of the dating show .
It would take weeks — weeks curiously void of any other attempt at intercourse — for the irony of that entertainment choice to sink in.
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###After making out moved us from recliner to mattress, we conveyed to each other through a series of head movements and meaningful glances that tonight was the night — no more V-card. My virginity, the last of its kind in my circle of friends, had been lost in under thirty seconds.I’ve never tried to make a man who dumped me jealous by trying to fuck his friend again.NEXT: "The first time we went out ended in handcuffs…" I was a girl-crazy junior in high school when I noticed a sophomore who was in two of my classes.NEXT: "Under false pretenses, three-thousand miles away from home…" Female • 17 years old • Los Angeles, CA In an admittedly self-righteous and rebellious moment, I decided to hop a train from the comfort of my seaside high-school town to visit a friend who was at a state university.I thought only about two things on the way up: make-out sessions with college sophomores, and how delicious all of the vodka concoctions would taste on the way down. At a college rager, amongst waves of red cups and cigarette butts, I met someone who would become the first love of my teenage life. I didn’t have to think twice about ditching my friends, and spent the rest of the weekend trying to impress and out-cool my new beau.
While he fumbled around looking for a condom, I pulled my jeans and panties down, but left on my tank top, half because I was still so shy about my body and half because the chilly basement temperature. Still above me, Dan leaned back and whispered, "It gets better than this." I stumbled to the bathroom to clean myself.