Virgin At 18 Novels & Stories

College was a relief. I lost my virginity at eighteen because my teenage fixation treated me like a sister and wouldn't let anyone touch me. Galvin listened to me talk and talk. He said one thing or another, but the one who did all the talking was me. The triplets missed no opportunity to complain that I was a parrot, but he always listened carefully.

Ass shown, boobs visible. I take another long breath. Okay, maybe a few breaths. Finally, it was time to write a little thing about myself in my bio, “I am nineteen years old, I write, and I’m a virgin. I’m looking for the right man to claim my virginity, but only if the price is right . . . After all, This only happens once” Now it was time for me to worry, about what makes me think I would be chosen in the pool of thousands and thousands of beautiful girls. Why would any sane rich guy pick me, well except if they are not sane? Now I wait.

She looked completely freaked out. “Calm down, Gwendolyn. It was just a one-night stand. Besides, I’m sure the guy wasn’t from our pack,” I said and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “You don’t get why this is bad, do you?” she asked. I stopped and turned to look at her. “What do you mean?” “You’re turning eighteen today under the blood eclipse. You’ll probably find your mate tonight… and you’ve already lost your virginity to a stranger.”

It wasn't until I was eighteen and started having sex that everything changed. I was a virgin until well after my eighteenth birthday. Oh, it wasn't like I had never dated or kissed a girl, but I hadn't gotten much further than that. In retrospect, I guess I had been operating under the assumption that women just weren't interested in sex the way guys were. The obvious clues that women were interested in me went unnoticed, because I simply wasn't looking for them.

he said with a shake of his head. “She can’t be under 18. Under 21, yes, but not under 18,” I answered. “And how sure are you?” He asked. “Just listen. She walked up to me even though she was nervous and we talked. Long story cut short, we fucked. She was a virgin and she didn’t even tell me about it. I marked her. As mine—” “You what?” Mike shirked. “You marked her?!” His whole face was so close to the screen now that it seemed like he would pop out.

I’ve got an idea. I wanted to know what he meant, what he had planned, and if it could really work. I didn’t have much hope now that the date of the celebration was drawing nearer. Two days before the celebration, I would turn eighteen. I would be an adult and I would have one day of freedom. One day to myself before the celebration. Before Ethan came here before I became his. I had to get rid of my virginity this week. I had to. There was no way around it. Tonight, I would wait for Shane.

“Well, I was a virgin at that time.” I looked at Melissa like I never believed that there are still virgins at the age of eighteen. “Really?” “So do I,” Rowena added. “Well you’re no wonder that you are, Rowena, because your time is pretty much classic. But Melissa…” Yes, there are indeed virgins at eighteen. Even twenty, perhaps. Or thirty. Or fifty, maybe. “Well I lost my v-card when I was seventeen. With Tyler—Jordan—I mean…” “Well, at least you lose it to the man you’re going to marry,” said Rowena. I smiled at that thought. It’s not bad though.

Twenty-three years old according to the file, and he’d survived the nightlife district without being knotted? I looked at the bulge in my jeans, the ache intensifying at the thought of being his first. I felt a wave of self-loathing. I don't do initiates. I like men who know the rhythm, who don't need a map. But Victor was a goddamn puzzle. He wasn't young, and he didn't act like he was clueless.

MY SWEET VIRGIN When I turned eighteen, I was climbing the walls to lose my virginity. All of my friends had already done it, and I wanted to know what it was like. I’d been fooling around for a while, but I’d never dared to go all the way. When I turned eighteen, it made me realize how far behind I was, and I knew it was time.

I asked her. “No. I’m telling you the truth, why don’t you try dating? So that you’ll get devirginized,” Nyla said. “Woah. Woah. Look who’s talking?!” I raised my voice. Nyla just raised her eyebrows and widen her eyes then stopped talking and looked at the road then I chuckled.