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Originally posted by the Spartan have we ever done a poll on losing one’s virginity?
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Funny you should bring this up. Well, I say funny, it really wasn't funny at all.
Me and Hank and Slave were having out in the quad, tanning ourselves amidst the snow in that joyous spring of 92, 94, or 78. Fuck the SPF, we were all about the olive oil. All over our bodies, slathering. We wanted the sun and we wanted a tasty outer crust. We were young and a Gorelickenan Wall couldn't have stood between us and a good time. We were young and Hank's big brother bought us a bottle of 151 Bacardi and a case of Tab. Good Times!!!
So we're there, cooking in our oil, curious about our pasty, hairless flesh. We life the hems of our skirts higher (franternity thing, don't ask) to receive rays higher upon our fleshy thighs. This may sound gay, in retrospect, nttawwt, but at the time it felt natural, like sampling cheese.
We got a little sick when Hank took his shirt off, but I'm not sure if it was the back acne or the 151. Or maybe it was the hairy mantits. Whatever. 151 burns when it goes out through the nose, and my eyes were teared considerably.
Slave lovingly cradled my head while Hank stumbled toward the beer bong. I vulnerably reached for Slave's well-conditioned hair while Slave bought a glass of water to my lips. It was then that he exposed his shaved, oiled penis to me and told me to relax. It was then that I realized that slave must have lied on his sorority application.
As things went black, I heard a swooshing sound. Someone said, "goddammit. Anybody got blow? I've had a little to drink. NTTAWWT."
Next morning, I managed to stumble back to The Temple, but I was told my initation was incomplete. I asked slave about this, but all that I only heard concern about relative skin quality.
Am I still a virgin?
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