The first time I drank was with Jake Henderson*. He was seventeen and I was thirteen, he lived in my neighbourhood and he used to message me on facebook and we'd talk. He wasn't my boyfriend or anything, but I'd go to his house after school sometimes and we'd make out. We did that a few times and then I'd leave before his parents got home from work. But this one time, his parents were out of town and he gave me a big glass of vodka and orange juice.
I lost my virginity when I was 16 years old. He wasn't my boyfriend, I didn't love him, it wasn't a romantic, candlelight and rose petal experience; I was drunk, so was he, and it happened. At the time, most of my friends were older and had already done it. When the opportunity of first time sex presented itself to me, with him taking my shorts off in a dimly lit bedroom after a party, my first thought was clear and immediate: Get it over with.