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The Moment My Mother Found Out I Lost My V-Card & How I Survived

The Moment My Mother Found Out I Lost My V-Card & How I Survived

We all can recall the moment our parents discovered their little girl is no longer a little girl. While I lost my virginity at 16-years-old, I was able to keep my little secret until I was 18-years-old. I would have liked to keep my little secret until I at least got to college, but I got caught slipping. Here’s what happened.

B and I were still hot and heavy, and were one of the cutest couples of 2007— if I do say so myself. Although there were red flags regarding his abandonment issues (read about it here), I chose to ignore them. We attended two different high schools, which meant we would have two different proms to prepare for. My prom was first.

I can recall the day like it was yesterday. Channeling my inner Josephine Baker, I was draped in a Jovani strapless mermaid evening dress with embellishments throughout. To compliment my look, my hair was styled in soft deep finger waves. B, who ended his high school basketball career as a New York State PSAL champion, had a fresh cut with an equally dope ass design to edge up his look. He was dressed in a white tux with gold finishes to match my fly.  My friends, B and I had a party bus that took us to prom, the after party and home. However, instead of going home after my senior year shenanigans, I opted to spend the night at B’s house. I mean I was on a natural high, plus I was already out. I decided to turn my phone off and deal with the repercussions later. I mean what's the worst that could happen? I get punished? Eh, so what I thought, as B undressed me. Basically prom night couldn’t have been more perfect.

A little after 7 a.m., B put me in a cab and I went home. As I walked through the door I know I was in for a shitstorm, and boy was I right. My mother, who was fuming at this point, demanded to know my whereabouts. I calmly spat out my lie. If I remember correctly it was something to the nature of partying into the wee hours of the morning, and then spending the rest of the time grabbing food with the crew at IHOP. Plausible lie. Although I can sense her hesitation of believing me, it was a credible account of what could have possibly happened the night before. She watched me like a hawk, as I walked to my bedroom and placed my duffle bag, with my prom dress, on the floor. The plan was to undress, shower and get a little shut eye. I was almost in the clear and then my mother stormed into the bathroom. While I showered, she belted out, “Why are your panties in your bag? Did you have sex?” I remained silent, as I continued to shower. She became even more furious and asked again, “Did you or did you not have sex?” As I stepped out the shower, grabbed my towel she followed me into the room. Frazzled and exhausted, I yelled, “Yes, mom are you happy. Yes, I had sex.” While I was waiting for her to kick me in the mouth, the unthinkable happened. She calmly sat on my bed, looked up at me and asked, “Well did you at least use a condom?” I said yes. She continued, “Make sure to have your own condoms at all times.”  The look in her eyes I will never forget. It was a look of a parent realizing her little girl is no longer a little girl.

 

This is the fifth installment of The Prim & Perverse’s weekly sex and relationship diaries series. Check back every Thursday for another exciting, life-changing and sometimes embarrassing throwback tryst. Read one, two, three and four.

Written by Nikki Shariee
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