Our First Time

Length: 250 pages (approx)
This set of 20 stories, based on true accounts, is a series of confessions by women about the time they lost their virginity.

Excerpt:
I don’t think there will be many girls who were strippers before they lost their virginity, but I am one.
I was never very worried about losing my virginity, it wasn’t something I attached a lot of importance to. But I hadn’t really found a good way to be with boys, I was a bit of a loner, I preferred to hang back and not be noticed. I had some friends, and we all seemed to go out in a bunch, which didn’t make it easier to pair up.
I was at college, I was working in a bar to make ends meet, and I wasn’t doing very well. My parents didn’t really want me to go away to college, and they didn’t have a lot of money anyway, so I didn’t want to ask them for help, I wanted to show them I could make it. I worked hard at college, and I worked hard at night in the bar, but still I was struggling to pay my rent.

The boss, Ray, was a good guy, he helped as much as he could, and gave me good shifts. But I mentioned to him that I was short of money, and he said if I wanted, I could work at a private party that was on next day. What sort of work, I said, a bit suspicious. Well, it’s a stag night, and they want strippers. I can only find one who’s available, I need at least one more. Can you do it? I was very embarrassed, it was odd talking to him about that, it sort of reminded me of my gender, I hadn’t thought like that with him.
Do I have to strip? Can’t I do something else — dance, maybe?
He laughed, then he thought about it. Well, you’d have to take most of your clothes off. Maybe you could still keep a bit.
How about no touching, I said, I was nervous to think how a party could turn out.
Okay, he said, I’ll be there, I can keep an eye out for you.
I felt a surge of certainty and doubt at the same time. Okay, I said, I’ll do it.
You can meet the other girl before the party, she’ll show you what to do, he said.

I didn’t sleep that well, I kept having thoughts about showing myself off, but I consoled myself with the thought that I wasn’t really going to go all the way. I think I even dreamt about being nude in front of a whole group of men, at school of all places.

I arrived at the bar at just the same time as a cab pulled up and a glamorous woman got out, high heels and makeup, beautiful wavy blonde hair. This was my partner, Debbie. We were introduced, and went into a back room together. She asked me if I had done this before, I said no, and that I wasn’t really going to do it tonight either, just dance. She laughed and said we’ll see.
I felt really nervous about that, I don’t know why. Something in her manner. But she was really very pleasant, and businesslike, not what I had expected.