The Virginal

A friend of mine celebrates her birthday this Tuesday. She, like me, during our time at university together were both virgins. She’s one of the few that don’t know of the existence of this blog. She’d feel utterly betrayed that she didn’t feature in it, the way, say The Dame does.

Needless to say, my virginity is a distant memory that I enjoy recycling every now and again. As for her, she lost it last night, and her non-virgin status was probably cemented this morning.

She and her new (and only) boyfriend, came to London, booked themselves into a posh hotel and spent the evening with The Dame and myself as we ate at the Boulevard Brassiere. We then found some pub in Soho and took a taxi back to the hotel where we drank in the hotel bar up until the early hours.

That she was to lose her virginity last night was a fact known to us all. It proved surprisingly difficult to be able to talk to her separately and gage how much of this cock she had actually seen. As it transpired, she’s seen none of it.

Over dinner we discussed sex, as is completely normal wherever I’m around.

‘I don’t carry condoms around’ said the boy ‘it looks as though I was expecting sex if I pull one out easily’.

‘No’, I disagreed, ‘it shows you are careful and organised’.

Not sure what we settled on, though I’m positive I’m right.

Anyways, my friend was also without condom and so, we wondered how the virginity would be lost when taking into account her need (and rightly so) for protection. As yet, I have still to ascertain precisely what happened, although, rest assured we have an MSN appointment booked in half an hour to discuss the minutiae of the sacrifice.

Text I sent this morning. I know there were probably having yet more sex, but I couldn’t resist;

‘Hello you! Did you manage to tame the beast? The Dame and I are going out for an early luncheon, if sweet pea would care to join us.’

To which she replied

‘the beast is tamed. It was great. I will tell you all about it on msn later!’

During lunch earlier this afternoon I tried to look into her eyes for any sign of change. I looked forever. A light bulb turned on. A spark of orgasm left behind. Disappointingly, it all seemed pretty normal. I’m just glad that she , like me, gave it away when she could properly think about what she was giving.