I was never 100 percent sure that I wanted to lose my virginity. I never gave myself a time limit, but in my mind I created the perfect scenario on how it would happen. I would wear cute, new underwear, be with someone that I cared about, and for some reason I really wanted to have sex for the first time on white sheets.
When it actually happened, none of the above did.
Mr. Virginity and I were dating for two months when we decided this was something we wanted to do, and so we went to his house on a night where his parents weren’t home. They’d be back by 1:00 a.m., so I thought I had plenty of time to leave.
Mr. Virginity was also a virgin; neither he nor I knew what we were doing. After popping each other’s cherry’s, we lay next to each other in silence. Around 10:00 p.m. he got up to charge his phone and a bright light shined through his window.
“Oh shit, my parents are home!” he screamed.
“Are you kidding? That’s not funny!” I replied. I peeked out his window and saw their car in the driveway. I had never met them before. In fact, they didn’t even know I existed.
“Get dressed, quick!” he said, as he threw my clothes toward me. I caught them, got dressed quickly and sat back on the bed while he paced across the room, talking to himself. I had no idea how I was going to get out. Then we heard his parents enter the house.
“Quick, get in the closet!” he demanded. I was afraid, I did as I was told.
“Don’t breathe too loud, the walls are thin. Shhhhh!” he whispered.
And there I was – silently shaking in my first’s closet and trying to calm my nerves.
What if his mom came upstairs and wanted to get something from the closet I was hiding in?! She would kill us both!
An hour passed and, like a bad R-Kelly video, I was still stuck in his closet.
His parents were downstairs, still up and about. I didn’t now how I would ever leave. Mr. Virginity was also stressed out, and called every single one of his cousins to ask them to call his parents and pretend they had an emergency. None of them agreed.
“Are you okay?” he would check in on me and ask every so often.
“I am, my mom keeps calling me and I keep ignoring her calls,” I replied, “but I’m okay.” To have an alibi, I told my mother I was sleeping over my friend Kate’s house. In that moment, I realized I hadn’t contacted Kate. It was late and I couldn’t stay at Mr. Virginity’s. So I text her. No answer. Suddenly, I realized I had no place to go if I ever left his house. And I refused to spend the night in his closet!
Two hours passed. Still in the closet. Air is getting thin. And I’m tired of standing. And I’m concerned about getting home.
Three hours passed, still chillin’ in the closet. He said it sounded like his parents were going to bed and went downstairs to check.
“Ok, they’re in bed,” he came back with a full report, “but my dad gets up to pee a lot in the middle of the night, so we have to act quick. Just…run!”
I bust out of his closet, ran out of his room, down the stairs, out his front door and onto the snow-covered sidewalk – in my socks and without a coat. I ran as fast as I could and cried down the block until Mr. Virginity reached me and gave me back my belongings. My snow were cold and white from the snow. It’s not exactly what I had in mind when I envisioned being wrapped in white during my first time.