There were fireworks...
Literally. Most of the story isn't particularly exceptional, we were both 16, been seeing each other for a couple of weeks or so, did the deed in the living room one night when my parents and brother were out. However, almost immediately afterwards, while still glowing, grinning and cuddling (as you do) we heard some bangs from outside... I pull the curtains slightly open and peer out to discover that a fairly large and spectacular fireworks display was starting up somewhere in the neighbourhood. Watching that together was a rather nice finishing touch :-) Never did find out what the fireworks were actually for, so I can still pretend they were purely to mark the occasion...

Somewhat related, and kind of funny, were my visitations around this time from the condom fairy. Shortly after starting to see my first girlfriend I was surprised to find that a 3-pack of condoms had mysteriously appeared in one of the drawers in my bedroom. The condom fairy wasn't finished there though, a week or two later, having noticed that I'd taken the first three, the fairy returned, and having decided that it had underestimated my appetites left me a 12-pack to replace it... :-)
(Dr Hotdog is considering getting shot in t'eyes with lasers, Thu 3 Mar 2005, 17:48, Reply)