Virgin At 18 Novels & Stories

Roann says as he comes out onto the balcony. “Don’t worry, Roann. Gabriel knows and approves, just like he didn’t counter my suggestion about you. You need to be older of course, but by the time the bar opens, you could be old enough to work there and with us…in more ways than one,” I say. “I promised that once you turned eighteen, you and I would go on a date and I’d take your virginity just like you have been asking me to do for three years now. I won’t go back on the promise. It’s just that Gabriel and I are in a serious relationship and we do things differently than many people.”

Just not in the way she expected! Turning twenty-one is a milestone, the first year of another decade. It's the beginning of adulthood with all its privileges—drinking legally, booking a hotel without getting side-eyed and having your ID card demanded just to make sure you didn't run away from home, and, in my case, finally doing what most of my friends did at eighteen; losing my virginity. Twenty-one and still untouched is wild, right? But here's the thing—I was never in a rush. This was not because I was waiting for marriage or anything dramatic like that; I didn't believe in all that; I just wanted it to mean something.

We sat on a bench in the background to avoid the hustle and bustle of all the students. "As I was telling you, you need to enjoy your life, America," his voice came down now. "You are twenty-two years old and you are still a Virgin." "Shhh," I shut her up, making sure there was no one around me who could hear. "Shut up, those things are private." "Well, but that's the truth." Don't you feel like it sometimes? I rolled my eyes while I ate. "No," I lied, it was obvious that yes, but I wouldn't tell you that. I could give myself pleasure without having to look for a man who only uses me. Maybe it sounds very cheesy but my first time was important and I wanted to enjoy it with a special person.

“Well maybe stop acting like a child – I should never have taken you to this party –” “It’s not yours to decide whether I attend parties or not, whether I stay a virgin or a whore, you are not my parent!” I screamed at him. My head ached even more, and my eyes burned as tears filled them. “I am not a kid anymore Nathan! I’m eighteen.”

she said quietly, "I was well beyond my capabilities. I was an eighteen-year-old virgin. I am so embarrassed. I don't want to go out with a guy and have to tell him I haven't even been kissed." "Wha-at?"

He’s crazy if he thinks that will ever happen. I’m not so sentimental that I’m waiting for my fated mate. If I’m being honest, I lost my virginity at 15, before my life took a nose dive. I was seeing this guy at school and we decided to take things to the next level. We didn’t last, but I didn’t care because I was with him willingly, so no regrets.

he asked. Glancing down at the floor, Maya stayed quiet. Maya didn’t know why she didn’t tell him the truth. For once, she wanted to keep a little part of herself to herself. She wasn’t going to tell him the truth yet. Being a virgin within a pack wasn’t something to boast about. During the full moon of a female’s eighteenth birthday, many women lost their innocence. The men would surround them, take what they wanted, and come morning they’d be full women in every sense of the word. No man had gone near her on her eighteenth or nineteenth birthday.

I asked and she shook her head before she cried out when I slipped my hand into her underwear and to the wet of her clit. “N-no I turned eighteen a few months ago.” She replied as she pressed her head against the wall, grabbing onto me as I fondled the lips of her clit. “Please, please stop or I’m going to…” I kissed her as I pulled on her nipple before she whimpered then squirted on my hand. She panted as she fell on my body before I lifted her in my arms. “I don’t sleep with virgins especially virgins in their late teen Daphne. She should hang around with people her age, not people old enough to groom her till she’s at least twenty-two and mature.” I lectured Daphne who sucked on her own f

Jackson’s POV The dorm room still smelled faintly of cheap body spray and yesterday’s pizza when I walked out of my last lecture that Friday afternoon. Eighteen, technically an adult, but still carrying the same invisible brand that had followed me since middle school: *virgin*. Not the proud, waiting-for-the-right-person kind. The kind that made guys snicker behind cupped hands and girls offer pitying half-smiles before turning away. I didn’t even try anymore.

Halfway through the meal, Rachel's eyes widen slightly, Sara knew exactly what she was concerned about and sighed. "Uh-oh" Rachel sighed nodding behind Sara with her eyes, "Here comes the Virgins." "Great..." Sara replied, readying herself. The sound of several teen-aged boys chuckling grew louder and louder. 'Virgins' weren't literally virgins but was the nickname given to anyone recently turned eighteen. They were new to adult society and were a little too excited to take part in Sexual Conversations. 'Virgin' boys in particular would often not fully respect all the subtle social rules that went along with it all. In short, they all acted the same way as Max would at home, uncaring about a