The Loss of my Virginity

"I can't believe you haven't done it yet." my friend Maddy said. She was talking about the fact that I still hadn't had sex.

"I know. It's tragic." I said theatrically. I was kind of joking, kind of not. "I'll be a 20 year old virgin in two weeks, and I bet I'm the only person on campus over 18 that hasn't done it yet" I picked up a slice of pizza and took a bite.

"You could always go to a frat party and get drunk. It's not like there aren't tons of guys here that would stick it in anything that moves."

I shook my head in disgust. "That's not for me. Those guys are crawling with STD's and high on who knows what. I like to think I have standards.

I was frustrated. My mom and Dad met in college. Evidently, they locked eyes on freshman move in day and that was it.. They fell in love, dated exclusively for four years, then got married the week after graduation. They have been happy (more or less) ever since..

I thought when I went to college, love would find me the same way it found my parents, but so far my love life was completely and utterly non-existent. I went to my high school senior prom with a guy who had zero personality, and that was the end of my dating life. Of course I had talked to a few guys I had classes with, but nothing ever came of it. Now I was half way into my Junior year, about to turn 20 years old and there wasn't a man in sight.

"You'll find a boyfriend." Maddy said, which was easy for her to say. She was perfect. She was tall, blonde, gorgeous and smart. She had to practically swat men away like flies. I on the other hand was skinny, had mousy brown hair, green eyes, and had to work super hard for my grades. I wasn't like Maddie who seemed to get things effortlessly. She was well on her way to becoming the top student in the premed program and could probably do medical school and residency anywhere she wanted. I on the other hand would probably graduate with decent but not stellar grades, then go out and get a job.

"You're lucky to have Michael." I said, referring to her boyfriend she had started dating at the beginning of the year. I wasn't kidding, she really was. In fact, I sort of had a crush on Michael. He was gorgeous, and a super talented musician. How exactly she got hooked up with him, I didn't really know since he was a music major and a graduate student, and we were both undergrads in pre med, but somehow they had found each other.

Maddie shrugged. "I don't know if we'll work out long term. He's a good guy, and he has a big dick and all of that, but he's not long term relationship material. Not for me anyway. He's gorgeous, obviously, but a total nerd. He'd rather play the piano than go outside. Music people are weird, and it's really hard to make a living. I think I'd rather find somebody who wants to be a doctor like me, or at least have a stable career." she said.

I understood what she was saying. She was type A, and from what I could tell, Michael was driven in his way, but money didn't seem to be his primary concern. I had to admit though. From the few times I met him, liked him, and maybe even had a little bit of a crush on him myself. He seemed deep and mysterious. He was tall. He had curly hair that flopped in his face and piercing blue eyes. He also had a nice smile, and straight teeth. He seemed like the type of person who would understand if you told him a problem. Like he would get feelings and emotions, and want to sit and pick them apart with you. If he hadn't been Maddy's boyfriend, I would have been interested in getting to know him more.

Just then, Maddie's phone buzzed with some sort of notification. "Oh shit. She said putting her phone back on the table. I totally forgot. Do you want to go with me to the glee club concert?" She asked. "Michael is playing and he wants me to go. Personally, I'd rather watch paint dry, but if you go, that would help it not suck." she said..

"I love concerts." I said. "It will be fun."

"Oh my God, it's not what you think." she said, rolling her eyes. "It's stupid music. He'll be playing the piano for a choir, and they are singing old songs that people listened to 100 years ago. It will be boring." she said.

"I don't know. I played piano all through high school and sang in the choir. I'll probably like it." I told her, thinking she was being too harsh.

"Nerd." she said, laughed, and got up from the cafeteria table. "Well, I have to get to the library. I'll see you in class." she said, and picked up her stuff to leave.

As I watched her go, I looked at her with envy. Maddy was gorgeous. She had huge breasts, she was athletic, played volleyball in high school, she was social and really smart. Much smarter than me. She would go on to be a doctor for sure. She was one of the most intelligent people in the premed program where we went to school.

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I guessed the initial attraction for choosing Michael as a boyfriend was like having a yen to her yang. Maybe they balanced each other out. He was quiet, she was loud. She was up for anything, and he was much more reserved. I guessed that was the initial attraction at least. I could see too though how it wasn't meant to be. She didn't really seem to like the arts, and Michael lived and breathed old time classical music composers and music theory.

On the day of the Glee Club concert, I found I was really excited to go. I wore a simple skirt and shirt combination with flats, and decided to wear my hair down for once, which I thought made me look a little less like the near 20 year old virgin I was; which at that time seemed like the worst tragedy ever.

The Glee club performance was in the smaller concert hall, and I loved everything about it.. Even the smell of the theater, and the red velvet seats that folded down. I loved the old fashioned decorative candelabras and faux candles that lit the aisles. It was such a pretty place, and very much different from my everyday existence inside a library, or a classroom learning about the human body, or physics.

When Michael took to the stage, he looked so dashing at the piano. His fingers seemed to fly across the keys, and I enjoyed a lot of older music I didn't know, but decided I liked. There were some older pieces that had been written by composers I had heard of before but didn't know their music (like Gershwin and Cole Porter) as well as some more modern pieces that even Maddie seemed to get into somewhat.

A lot of the music seemed difficult, and Michael probably had to practice it a great deal to make it come together. I know I would never be able to get on stage like that and accompany a choir like that. I had barely played a simplified version of Moonlight sonata at my piano teacher's end of year recital, and I had to practice a lot to even do that.

After it was over, Michael met us at the reception in the lobby.

"You made it." He said. He flashed his white teeth at us and gave Maddie a hug and a kiss on the cheek, he then winked me.

"You know Ellen, right?" Maddie said, even though I had met him dozens of times before. I was surprised she didn't remember. I certainly did.

"Oh sure." he said. "Good to see you again." Somehow he sounded like a man about 35 years old, though he was only a few years older than we were. He was in his first year of graduate school and we were Juniors. "Did you like the concert?" he asked us both.

"Wow, I took lessons all through school, but never could play that well." I told him. "You're phenomenal." I said and felt my face redden slightly.

"He's crazy gifted," Maddie agreed, though somehow there was a note of frustration in her voice. She wanted him to spend time with her instead of holed up in a practice room, I could tell. To her, piano didn't seem like a thing to practice, but rather a thing people just woke up knowing how to do.

"I could practice a billion hours and never be that good," I said, and he beamed at me. I was mesmerized by his blue eyes.

"I'd love to hear you play sometime." he said in an offhanded way. "What sort of repertoire did you play?"

I told him about my playing "Moonlight Sonata" and how I had done a few exams in my upper high school years.

"Sounds like you were pretty good." he said

I blushed again. He really was cute, and the way he looked at me, with such intensity went to my head. I could see how Maddie was attracted to him. He was so intense, and when he spoke to me, I felt like I was the only person in the world, even though Maddie had her hand threaded through his. I found myself really jealous of her at that moment. I wished I could have been by his side, touching him.

"Some of us are going out to Papa's. Do you guys want to come?" he asked.

Maddie looked at me, and I shrugged and said "sure."

Papa's was a pub just off campus that college kids went to, and stayed open until 3 am. We ordered some wings and beers, and I had a good time getting to know some of the people who were entirely different from the ones I saw every day in the science department. I had seen a few of them in humanity's classes and around campus, but didn't know them at all.

They were definitely creative types. Some of the singers started bellowing out a few lines of verse at the table, and there was a very animated discussion about the upcoming performance of a Gilbert and Sullivan production that was going to take place called "the Gondoliers."

I could tell Maddie was bored, and coped by drinking. She had already had two beers when she ordered an Irish car bomb, a drink that combined a shot of whiskey with an Irish stout. She asked me if I wanted one too, and for some reason, I stepped out of my comfort zone and said yes, though I knew it would make me very tipsy and I should stick to nursing one or two beers like I usually did.

I think part of me just wanted to loosen up around Michael, who I was a little smitten with. It also didn't help that he seemed to be staring at me, despite the fact that he was sitting right next to Maddie. I guess too I also reasoned I deserved to let off a little steam since we had a big anatomy test the day before.

I knew Maddie would probably go all weekend partying and be fine on Monday morning. She was just like that. The kind who could work hard and play harder. I envied her for that, but it wasn't me. I knew I would probably have a hangover for a few days at least, but at that time I didn't care.

There was definitely something that attracted me to Michael though, and I couldn't help but lock eyes with him at intervals, though I really tried not to. He even had his arm around Maddie at certain points and I couldn't help thinking he was looking at me and drinking me in. I tried to tell myself I was crazy. I certainly wasn't as pretty as Maddie. My breasts were small compared to her C cup, and my hair was shoulder length and cute. Her skin flawless and tanned, mine fair and pale. In short, she was Jessica Rabbit and I was more of a washed out Tinkerbelle.

After Maddie drank at least 5 drinks, and we all had our fill of wings and a few jalapeno poppers, Michael, Maddie and I said goodbye to Michaels friends and went back to the house he was sharing with a few other music majors.

Once there, for some reason we headed back to Michael's bedroom, which I guess because Maddie and I were so tipsy, didn't seem weird at all.

I remember Michael had some classical music festivals posters up. Evidently he had been to a place called Interlochen, and there was an electronic picture frame that held pictures of him with family and friends. I remember the frame flashing through various concerts, vacations and parties.

Maddie immediately fell on the bed and said "I think I drank too much." and laughed.

"You did have two irish car bombs." Michael said, awkwardly looking at her. He seemed unsure about what to do for a few moments, then stumbled over to his desk chair and sat.

"Ellen!" Maddie said, stretching out her hand, indicating that she wanted me on the bed with her.

The alcohol had loosened me up and caused me not to care much about what either one of them thought, so I plopped down on Michaels bed. It was a lot bigger than the beds in the dorms. It was probably a queen, since both Maddie and I could lay on it with room to spare.

"You know, Michael." Maddie said. "Ellen is a virgin." she said and laughed.

Normally, I would have died of embarrassment, but instead I laughed with her and blurted out, "Hey, I could have done it if I wanted."

"Close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades." she said, quoting a professor of ours, who said that very thing when someone would complain about a grade "You should see Michael's dick. It's huge." she said, and motioned for him to come to the bed.

I smiled at Michael to let him know it was ok. I don't really know why I did it. I guess It was a combination of being really attracted to him and not wanting to be a 20 year old virgin. It sounds stupid now, but it was my thought process at the time. For some reason, living two decades on this earth having never even kissed a boy seemed like the worst fate imaginable.

He came over to the bed, stood by Maddie's head, and she pawed at his fly to try and unzip it. I then came over to help her.

A few seconds of Maddy and I working together caused Michael's dick to spring out from his underwear and practically smack us both in the face. It was not super thick, but it was long, and I wondered if it was physically possible to put it all in my mouth.

Maddie grabbed Michael's cock in her hand and rubbed it all over her face, which I thought was a little weird, then kissed the head with a feather kiss before plunging her mouth down on the shaft, causing most of it to disappear.

After bobbing on his cock a few times, she pointed his cock in my direction. I wasn't apprehensive at all. I took hold of it, plunged it into my mouth, and took it as far down my throat as I could manage.

Michael let out a moan of pleasure, and said "Oh God." That was enough to urged me to keep thrusting it into my mouth over and over. I also found that I was getting wet too from the clean masculine smell of his dick and sheer pleasure he was getting from my attention.

As I repeatedly thrust Michael's cock in my mouth over and over, I noticed Maddie had reached over and put her hand on his balls, and seemed to be playing with them like she would a pair of stress balls. She seemed a little dazed, but then maneuvered so that she could lick his sack while I was sucking.

As soon as her mouth made contact, Michael responded by saying "oh fuck" while he watched the two of us intently work together to give him pleasure.

After a few minutes, I decided to focus on just the head of Michael's cock, and Maddie started kissing the shaft, and then we switched so that Maddie was in control of his cock, and I started licking his balls.

After awhile, we found a rhythm. She would suck for a while and then I would focus on his balls, and then we would switch. Sometimes we would suck his cock together, one of us on each side. I could tell Michael was loving every second, and maybe even trying to hold back.

After awhile, Maddie said "do you want him to fuck you?"

I guess my animal brain took over completely, and I found myself nodding enthusiastically. I had been a good little girl all my life. I wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer (college had taught me that much) but I had always done my homework and done what my parents asked of me. I had never so much as smoked a cigarette. It was about time I did something crazy and daring like have sex with my friend's boyfriend while she watched.

I got on my knees so that I could kiss Michael. I figured if he was going to fuck me, I wanted to kiss him on the mouth first,

When I felt his mouth on mine, I found that I really liked it. He used tongue, but not a lot of it, and I found myself getting wetter and wetter thinking about how good he felt, and how much I enjoyed sucking his cock with my friend. I didn't think I could turn back now if I had wanted to. I was too turned on, and in way too deep to start. My pussy was throbbing for attention.

Slowly, as we kissed, I realized his hands were unbuttoning my blouse, and he took off my skirt.

Soon enough, I was naked, without even a bra or underwear to cover my body. I wasn't even sure where my clothes went, they just vanished, and I was naked, laying on the bed, waiting to be pleasured.

As I lay there, my bare pussy exposed to both Michael and Maddie, I heard Maddie say, "You're going to love this." and before I knew it, I felt her warm tongue on my pussy that sort of surprised me. All I could do was thrust my pelvis up to meet her mouth and enjoy the waves of pleasure coursing through me as her tongue worked on my clit.

A few seconds later, I felt a second tongue kissing me down there, and I knew it was Michael. They were working together to make my first time as good as possible, and taking turns flicking my clit and kissing each other.

I had never been so turned on, and I knew I was going to cum soon, but before I did, Maddie maneuvered so she could give me a kiss on the cheek and held my hand. "You're going to love this, I promise." she whispered, and I closed my eyes in anticipation.

I felt Michaels cock head up against my hole and I tried to relax. I suddenly became nervous. After hearing about sex for as long as I could remember, I had really built it up in my mind, and hoped he wouldn't be disappointed.

For some reason, the thought came to me that I hoped he wouldn't find anything wrong with my body. I hoped he liked my breasts and my butt. I was so different from Maddie, I wondered if he would be as turned on by me as he was her.

I took a deep breath and felt him thrust up against me, and realized how warm his cock was. It felt good. I wasn't sure if he was just teasing me, or if he was having a hard time getting it inside, but I liked whatever he was doing. He thrust a few more times, and seemed to be going deeper each time. He was only going in maybe a centimeter more each time, but I loved it. The movement inside of me felt exquisite.

He then kissed me, said "Are you ok? You are really tight,"

I nodded and thrust up my hips to meet him, and when I did that, realized he had gotten that long cock of his all the way inside of me "Fuck." he said when he bottomed out, and held himself there for a few moments to let me get used to having him there.

After an interval, he started thrusting the length of his cock in and out of me, and I was vaguely aware that he had pushed himself up on his hands, and was kissing Maddie while he was thrusting into me, which turned me on even more.

He then turned his attention back to me, and I started to get into the rhythm of his fucking. It affected me the same way two tongues on my clit had, and I knew I was going to cum very soon. He quickened his pace, and I moaned knowing I was going to explode, and all of a sudden I practically blacked out from pleasure.

When I came to, I realized Michael was all the way inside of me, and he was still with an expression on his face that was pure pleasure. He had cum.

'Oh, fuck." he said, almost like he couldn't believe it.

He then pulled out and lay on his back beside me on the bed. I couldn't look at him, and somehow having sex like that changed everything in an instant I realized even though I had only been drinking a little more than an hour ago, I was stone cold sober now, and for some reason, both Michael and Maddie seemed very different to me. It was like I was seeing clearly, and the magnitude of what I had just done hit me. I could become pregnant from this, I thought, and it freaked me out.

I had to leave. To get out of there, and be by myself.

As I went to put back on my underwear, I realized I was bleeding a little from having my hymen broken, and Michael's cum was oozing out of my vagina. I went to the bathroom to clean it up, and put my clothes back on. I then grabbed my bag and started to leave.