Honestly, I’m a sucker for the virgin heroine. When done well, there’s something about the Dance of the Deflower that draws me in and keeps me captive through the night until I have my HEA. Why are virgins so ubiquitous when according to the CDC, 85% of all women have had vaginal intercourse by the age of 24*? By the time we are 30, we virgin femme fatales are almost non-existent. I have my theories why this trope remains one of the most popular and hence I present to you, my completely biased analysis, along with a few of my favorite books that do it so well.
1) We had such an awesome de-virginization process that we love to relive it over and over again.
2) Our first romp on the beach was so terrible it left permanent mental scarring of too much sand in all the wrong places. With these romance novels, we can claim amnesia of our first time and invent a new history of our foray into carnal pleasures.
3) The excitement! Even if our first time felt like lemmings jumping off a cliff, most of us daydreamed about losing it to some person who probably didn’t even know we existed—Yeah, I’m talking to you, Andrew McCarthy (I think I just aged myself)—and what it would be like: the tenderness, the romance, the adrenaline, the anticipation, and finally understanding what the Big O is all about. (I will never think about tires the same again).