Condoms in the Sky?

An old friend (old in that I have know her forever) reminded me the other day of the New Years Eve party we went to for 87/88, the year we were 15.

This party was at a boy named Wally's. Wally had decided that he would only invite a few of his guy friends over, and in order to keep the party under control, for us girls to go, we had to be invited by one of the guys.

This was fine and dandy, except all of my girlfriends were going out with one of Wally's friends, and I was dating a guy he didn't like. It didn't matter that I was on the verge of breaking up with Jeff and had no plans to see him that night, I was not going to the party.

I was over at Joanne's house that afternoon, watching her get ready to go. She was going out with Joe and was very excited about the whole night.

Joanne really wanted me to go to the party. We were really close at this time, and she didn't want to go to the party without her best friend. Luckily she can be very persuasive and she convinced Joe, to ask Brent, who wasn't bringing anyone, to ask me to the party. It turned out Brent had been wanting to ask me out, but since I had a boyfriend never did. When he heard I wanted to break up with Jeff, he asked me to go.

So Joanne and I squeezed into our tightest jeans, put on our slouchy socks, teased our hair, caked on the black eyeliner and frosted pink lipstick and then sprayed ourselves with Poison (the perfume). We were looking hot and ready to go.

The party was underway by the time Joanne and I got there. There wasn't a huge crowd, I think Wally only invited 5 or 6 guys, so there was less than 15 people, but that's all you need for a good party.

It was a little awkward at first with Brent. I thanked him and hugged him for inviting me, but truthfully I had never looked at him as more than a friend before. He seemed like a really nice guy though and I decided to give him a chance. We flirted with each other quite a bit, and the more alcohol we consumed, the closer we seemed to get. Before long, Brent had me on the phone breaking up with Jeff, so I could go out with him.

I should mention, Brent's older brother is Rob, who I have spoke of in previous posts. However, this was before I had ever even met Rob. I don't know what it was about those Laughren boys, but they seemed to have an effect on me.

We all became more and more drunk as the night wore on. At one point Brent, Joe, Joanne and I went for a walk. We were laughing, singing and whopping it up. Making real asses of ourselves. Joanne, forever the blonde, looked up at some new apartment buildings being built and yelled out....Look Tee...CONDOMS! In our inebriated state, this was extremely funny and we almost peed ourselves rolling around in the snow laughing.

I met Charissa's cousin Dan that night, and despite the fact that I was now going out with Brent, I was smitten right away. Have I mentioned before I had a very long term crush on Dan? I didn't know that night he was related to Charissa and I made a fool of myself touching his long blonde hair, telling him how cute I thought he was. At one point I even had my head in his lap, but that was because I was having a really hard time sitting up, and my head hit his lap before it hit the floor. God I was shameless.

Perhaps the highlight of the whole evening (insert sarcastic note here) was actually a part I remember little of, but everyone who was there was sure to remind me of later.

At some point, Brent convinced me to go upstairs with him. He wanted to be alone with his new girlfriend. We ended up in someones bedroom, on someones bed, engaging in some pretty heavy making out.

From this part forward the only memory I have is lying on my back, realizing Brent is on top of me, and when I reached down I felt his naked and hairy little butt between my equally naked legs. And the next moment, Wally, and Shannon (the aforementioned old friend) were standing in the doorway with looks of shock on their faces. It really wasn't until that second I snapped back into reality and figured out what was happening.

Yes, this was the memorable way in which I lost my virginity. Touching isn't it. Most romantic.

The best part is, by the next day, everyone, I mean EVERYONE knew about it. I had people I hardly even knew come up to me for months after and tell me they had heard about me and Brent at Wally's party. It is no wonder how my reputation of being easy came about. I was the first of my girlfriends to loose my virginity, and it was a reputation I was never really able to shake. It led to my shenanigans with Rob, and led to numerous guys using me and throwing me away. The whole thing actually haunted me for years. Came back to bite me in the ass on more than one occasion, even years later when I met my Hubby. But THAT is an even more sordid story, a very long and shameful one that I'm not quite ready to share.

I guess I should have just stayed home that night eh?