I Owe It All To Chuck BerryI lost my virginity in a tent in the rain with a girl whose name I don't remember.
It was in the 70s and I was 18, so I was a late bloomer, I guess.
I was at a 3-day rock festival in Bloomington Illinois. It rained and things were pretty messy. One night Chuck Berry was the headliner. He played and sang "My Ding-A-Ling."
Now you might not know that song - they don't play it on the radio - but the chorus goes "My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, I want you to play with my ding-a-ling. My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, I want you to play with my ding-a-ling-a-ling." You can Google the rest of the lyrics. When he had first the guys all sing the chorus, and then all the girls sing the chorus - well, the mood was set. Even a nerdy, hippy type was going to get laid that night.
I think I had some weed back in my tent that I invited this girl to share and she agreed. We got there and one of the guys that I came with wanted to sleep with her.
He took the macho approach, bragging and lying that my sleeping bag was wet. I just waited him out. He eventually gave up and rolled over in his bag. Then she laid down with me.
We were both so young. I'm sure she was a couple years younger than I. She was wearing a thin white t-shirt and panties. We were both very quiet and she was patient with me as I fumbled around.
She had lovely small breasts and hard nipples. I could hardly believe it was happening as I slid her panties down off her slim hips revealing a small patch of soft, fine hair.
Foreplay lasted all of five minutes and once I found my way into her I doubt if I lasted even that long.
We woke in the middle of the night and I had the second **** of my life.
I wanted her to be sure to come back the next night too, but I never saw her again.