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Giving Up the V

Giving Up the V

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by Serena Robar

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Spencer “Responsible” Davis is nowhere ready to “give up the V,” as opposed to her hormonally crazed crew of friends, obsessed with the who-what-when-where-how of it all. “It” being . . . well, you get it. Even Spencer’s male friends, who claim to have expertise in the matter, offer their services to help relieve her of


Spencer “Responsible” Davis is nowhere ready to “give up the V,” as opposed to her hormonally crazed crew of friends, obsessed with the who-what-when-where-how of it all. “It” being . . . well, you get it. Even Spencer’s male friends, who claim to have expertise in the matter, offer their services to help relieve her of that pesky letter, much to her embarrassment.

But when new-kid Benjamin enters the picture, Spencer begins to rethink her “responsible” moniker, and for the first time she wonders if she’s found just the right guy worth trading in her V-card.

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Publishers Weekly

Sweet, insecure Spencer Davis turns 16 and Mom treats her to a rather unusual birthday present-a first visit to the gynecologist and a prescription for the Pill. This, even though Spencer has little interest in boys, never mind first-time sex (and despite best friend Alyssa's determination to lose her virginity ASAP). Then Spencer meets "the One" (or so she thinks), and feels romantic fireworks and physical desire for the first time. Both conventional assumptions about sex ("Everyone says their first time is terrible") and gender stereotypes (guys advising each other to "be a dick once in a while. Chicks like that") abound, as does nonstop talk of sex-sometimes with vulgar, infantile language and imagery, at other times conveyed with respect, tenderness, romance and yearning. In the end, Spencer doesn't "give up the V," but she does encounter love and a good first sexual experience-with the person she least expects-amid realistic complications. At times the narrative is uneven, but this novel stands out for its thorough, no-holds-barred discussion of sex in its many forms-from the ugly to the beautiful. Ages 14-up. (June)

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Mary Schmutz
Spencer Davis has just turned 16 and has passed into the realm of womanhood. At least according to her mother, who marched her into the OB-GYN's office for her first exam. Spencer left with The Pill and an odd feeling that this was not how her birthday was supposed to be. After all, she doesn't feel that anyone in her school is even pill-worthy yet. But then the heavens part and she meets Benjamin Hopkins, who just moved to May Valley High. Mr. Golden has all the potential of being "the one." Is Ben pill worthy? What about her friendship with Alyssa, who adores Ben? Read how Spencer deals with her outward appearance, her loyalty to her friends, and how she deals with Ben. This is a page-turner full of pure high school drama! Reviewer: Mary Schmutz
School Library Journal
Gr 9 Up–For her 16th birthday, Spencer Davis gets her first ob-gyn exam and birth control pills, thanks to her progressive mother. Uninterested in losing her virginity, Spencer doesn’t drink and is the responsible one in her group of friends, The Crew. Zach, gentlemanly romantic math nerd, is her special guy pal. Her best friend, Alyssa, Asian American and super thin, vows to lose her own virginity soon. Goth girl Morgan has regular sex with her on-again off-again boyfriend, Justin, who has sex with any girl available. Ryan, wealthy bad boy, gets drunk and hooks up with a different girl every weekend. When dreamy Ben moves to their western Washington town and joins The Crew, Spencer is surprised when he bestows his attention on her. Could Ben be the One, perfect for her first time? Spencer’s character is satisfactorily developed, including her struggle with body image and the complexities of her friendship with Alyssa, who wants Ben, too. The other characters remain flat stereotypes. Justin and Ryan openly offer their sexual services to Spencer (“So, Davis, who gets to pop your cherry?”) and publicly brag about their conquests. Ben is just another egotistical, horny guy looking for hookups. Spencer does his chemistry homework and accepts his invitation to the Winter Formal, but by the middle of the book, readers will see what’s coming. Terra Elan McVoy’s Pure (S & S, 2009) covers similar ground with complex and interesting characters, realistic repercussions, and without crude conversations.–Joyce Adams Burner, National Archives at Kansas City, MO

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Chapter 1

Where does the underwear go?

I, Spencer Davis, was naked from the waist down. I'd folded my jeans and put them on the single chair in the corner of the exam room but wasn't sure what to do with my underwear.

Should I hide them under my jeans or fold them neatly on top? If I hide them, then maybe the doctor will think I'm embarrassed about my body, but if I lay them out, then he will assume I have no problem with people staring at my underwear.

There was a knock at the door. I muttered a profanity and crammed the white cotton undies under my jeans. I made a running jump toward the exam table and miscalculated the distance.

Son of a bitch!

My knee slammed into the side and shifted the entire thing a good foot.

Doubling over in pain, I pulled my knee tightly to my chest, exhaling loudly in an effort not to cry out. The nurse knocked again.

"Everything all right in there?"

"Fine," I choked out. I pressed my forehead into my thigh and took several deep breaths to steady myself. "Everything is fine, give me just a minute."

Ow, ow, ow.

I limped toward the counter, grabbed a paper towel, and held it under the faucet of the sink. Turning on the water, I shivered as it saturated the paper and ran through my fingers. Goose bumps prickled up and down my naked legs.

This is so not my morning.

I balanced on one foot and pressed the cool compress to my swelling knee.

How did I end up here? This is totally insane.

Naked from the waist down, holding a flamingo pose as my knee throbbed, was not how I wanted the doctor to find me. I eyed the sterile-looking exam table critically. Of course, lying flat on my back, legs spread open for all to see, wasn't exactly the way I wanted the doctor to see me either.

Had anyone else ever spent their sixteenth birthday in this position before (no pun intended)? I snorted. Most sixteen-year-olds celebrated this milestone birthday with a big bash and amazing presents, like a new car.

My present was my first ob-gyn exam, courtesy of my forward-thinking mother, who thought birth control pills were a girl's rite of passage into adulthood. Mom used to teach Marital and Sexual Lifestyles (aka "Dirty 230") at Washington State University. I think her technical title was professor of women's studies, but since Dad moved us to the other side of the mountains for his job, her only outlet was volunteering at Planned Parenthood and trying to educate the unwashed masses about effective birth control and preventing the spread of STDs. Because my sister was in college (she'd wisely chosen an out-of-state school) and I was still at home, I got the brunt of her educating impulses.

Like my sister before me, soon I would lie on the exam table, feet in stirrups, dying of embarrassment as our family doctor looked up my yoo hoo.

That thought almost made my knee injury pale in comparison. I hobbled over to the table and carefully took a seat. There was a paper drape within reach, so I covered my lap and sighed.

Another soft knock.

"I'm ready," I called out. Ready to die of embarrassment, I silently added.

The door opened to reveal a twentysomething blond nurse wearing blue scrubs, her hair clipped up haphazardly.

"I was starting to wonder if you were trying to make an escape or something," she joked, eyeing the window. She removed the stethoscope hanging around her neck and took my arm. "Let me just get your vitals and then I'll call the doctor in."

I liked the way she smiled and noticed that her eye makeup sparkled with glitter.

The nurse pointed to the scale, and I shook my head vigorously. "I think not."

The nurse smiled in sympathy. "Sorry, everybody's got to pay the piper."

I slowly dragged myself off the table. "You know, you could have done this when I was still clothed."

I held the drape securely around my waist as I stepped onto the scale.

"I agree. Maybe you should have let me weigh you when we started, huh?"

Totally busted.

I'd dodged the receptionist with an excuse that I needed to use the bathroom and then snuck into the exam room that had my chart on the door in hopes of avoiding the inevitable weigh-in.


The scale was just like the one in gym class, so the nurse pushed the fifty-pound weight marker onto one hundred pounds and looked at me questioningly. Sighing dramatically, I pushed the weight to one hundred fifty pounds. The nurse fiddled with the single-pound marker until it balanced at one hundred sixty-two. She filled in my height at five-eight, and I eyed her athletic form enviously.

It's not like I didn't know my weight. I was reminded of it every time I stepped into my size thirteen jeans. But was it really necessary to share it with complete strangers? Especially skinny ones? I wasn't sure which part bothered me more, revealing my weight or my vagina.

When the doctor knocked on the door after I was seated again, I felt my face redden and knew the answer to that question. I was so not ready for this.

I'd known Dr. Taylor forever. His office was where I'd gotten my first shots, first sports exam, and I'd visited him for countless sore throats and coughs. Now we were entering new territory in our relationship, and I didn't like it one bit.

"So what can we do for you today, Spencer?" He beamed a sunshiny smile in my direction.

I returned his smile weakly as the nurse gave him my chart. He squinted slightly as he read the entries, and I cringed as his eyebrows shot up.

"Well, well. Seems like only yesterday you were getting your first vaccinations, and now you're practically a woman." He smiled kindly at me, but I just shrugged.

What was there to say in this situation, really?

He asked me routine questions about my health. Did I smoke? No. Drink? No. Was I sexually active? No! When the interrogation was over, he pulled two metal arms out from the end of the exam table. They were covered with mismatched oven mitts.

"Lie back on the table, scoot your bottom all the way down here, and put your feet in the stirrups. There's a good girl."

You have got to be kidding me.

The drape was still over my lap but shifted toward my waist as I slid down. I had an excellent view of the doctor's head and shoulders when he popped on a mask and perused a tray the nurse had prepared next to him.

"Spencer, you're going to feel my hand on your knee now, so just relax. I'm going to slide it down and then you'll feel some pressure when I insert the speculum. Nurse, can you hand me that?"

What was up with the kitty poster on the ceiling? Hang in there? Was that a joke? I wondered if anyone had died of mortification on the exam table before. The instrument was cold and intrusive. I couldn't help wincing.

"Spencer, I know this is uncomfortable, but I need you to relax. Push your lower back down toward the table. That will loosen up the proper muscles."

I forced myself to do as he asked and felt the metal speculum slide in. It was official. Our family doctor had just made it to third base with me.

"I'm going to open it up now. Very gently." The pressure increased, and I heard a squeaky sound, like a wheel that needed to be oiled.

"We're gonna need some WD-40 down here," my doctor joked.

I bit my lip in horror. It was sticking? I had to die. Right now.

Omigod, it's sticking, get it out!

"Nurse, pass me the mirror. Spencer might want to see what we're doing."

"No!" I practically screamed. He raised his head, from between my legs, no less. I made a point of calming my voice down. "No, I'm good. Let's keep the mystery alive, okay?"

He nodded and went back to work. He told me he was swabbing my cervix (ew), and I breathed a sigh of relief when he finally removed the speculum, ending my torment. The nurse helped me into a seated position.

"We should have the results of the Pap in no time. If there is anything abnormal, we'll let you know."

I nodded, surprised when tears filled my eyes. I had no idea why I felt like crying. Maybe it was the relief that the "ordeal" — as it would forever be known — was over. Or maybe it was the complete lack of control I felt at this moment.

Dr. Taylor put a fatherly hand on my shoulder. "You're a young woman now, Spencer, and taking care of your body is part of being a woman."

He turned away so I could wipe my eyes in private. The nurse diverted her gaze to the chart in her hands. When I'd once again regained my composure, the doctor was writing something down on his notepad.

"I'm sending your prescription to the pharmacy, but here's a couple months' supply of the Pill to get you started."

The nurse produced a brown paper sack filled with three months' supply of birth control pills.

"Do you have any questions?" he asked kindly.

"Yes." I tried for humor. "Is it possible to die of humiliation?"

Dr. Taylor chuckled. "Well, I haven't heard of any documented cases." He looked me in the eyes. "Does your boyfriend know you were coming here today?"

"I don't have a boyfriend, Doc. This is sort of a rite of passage in the Davis household. My mother thinks all girls should be on the Pill when they turn sixteen. Sort of like a pre-emptive strike. It doesn't matter that the girl in question isn't even interested in giving up the V yet. It's all part of the status quo."

He nodded in understanding. He knew my mom well enough and was familiar with her liberal thinking. "We're going to leave you alone so you can get dressed. There's some tissues if you need to clean up. When you're all dressed, just crack the door, and I'll get your mother and we'll all have a little chat. Okay?"

I nodded, and they finally left me in peace. I spent several moments immobile on the table, paper draped across my naked legs, goose bumps rippling over my body. So this was what abject horror and humiliation felt like. Nice.


I slowly slipped off the table, cringing when I felt the jelly squish between my thighs (Can you believe they lube up that metal thing?). I hobbled toward the desk for tissue, legs spread wide, trying not to make a bigger mess. The tears started again as I wiped off the offending goo. What was with all the tears? Did everyone spontaneously burst into tears after a pelvic? That was something my sister had failed to mention.

This could very well be the most memorable sixteenth birthday in history. And not the good kind of memorable.

It was my body, for God's sake. I should have the final say about what happened to it. I wasn't the least bit interested in having sex, and there wasn't even a guy in my entire school that piqued my interest. I was the reasonable one. I was the one everyone came to for advice. I wasn't the girl who fell on her back whenever a cute boy said hey. I tried again to stamp down the feeling of resentment toward my mother that wouldn't be totally squelched. I loved my mother, and I knew she did what she thought was best for me, but today was, well, this wasn't it.

When I was ready to face the world again, I took one last look in the mirror above the sink and tried to decide if I looked different. My ponytail was a bit mussed, but I had naturally curly hair, so when didn't it look mussed? I quickly redid it. Other than that I looked the same.

But I wasn't. I would never be the same again.

I found Mom waiting outside the exam room door. She hugged me tightly, murmuring how proud she was of me as a woman and stuff. She even got all emotional about her baby growing up. I whispered for her to pull it together.

I felt more than awkward and ready to leave, but Dr. Taylor wanted to chat with us about our visit today. I hoped he meant in his private office, like reliving it in the waiting room with my mother and five total strangers was what I really wanted to do.

Copyright © 2009 by Serena Robar

Meet the Author

Serena Robar
is the author of three YA vampire books and coauthor of Fendi, Ferragamo & Fangs. This is her first novel with Simon Pulse. She lives in Maple Valley, Washington.

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Giving Up the V 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 45 reviews.
DanceBree17 More than 1 year ago
Serena Robar tackles a very good subject in her book "Giving Up The V". The main character of Spencer Davis just hit sixteen and her forward-thinking mother has taken her to her first gyno visit and had the packet of birth control pills to prove it. But the encouraging thing to see in Spencer is the lack of desire to sleep with a guy, even though one friend has gotten pregnant and her best friend is already plotting her plan to loose her own virginity at the formal dance. Spencer's views take a turn when she sees the new boy Ben and falls for him pretty hard, hard enough to think of throwing out her V card and giving it up to Ben. But things change as they always do in high school and Spencer finds that good, reliable Zach was someone she really was attracted to, it just took a while for her to realize it. The characters are all perfectly written and the dialogue is authentic enough to feel it really could be your best friends talking to you. I highly reccomend this book for anyone!!
melbell12 More than 1 year ago
great great great great great great great leaves you awwed and shocked :P
Tanja Tackett More than 1 year ago
Fast but good read couldnt put it down !
Bailee Garman More than 1 year ago
I read this book in like three hours, i couldnt put it down. i loved itt sooo much. its a must read!!
excitedPB More than 1 year ago
im reading this book now and its great.
Kilea_Raven23 More than 1 year ago
Spencer Davis is a normal teenage not driven by her hormones. That is until her 16th birthday. After her forward-thinking mother takes her for the Pill and The Checkup, the typical on goings of the school's intimate lives suddenly find their way into Spencer's thinking. Enter, Ben. Ben's apperance is they catalyst for these thoughts. Now, she's considering giving up the V card even more, but will another man help steal her heart, stand in the way, or both? Serena Robar is a talented author whose skills at character building has been poured into this book. Spencer is relatable. Her tangled emotions will strike a cord to those who are now in high school or have been in high school. The decisions she must face through every page are not unlike those most teenagers face today. Robar has writen a novel that feels real, as if these characters could be fellow school mates, the dialogue keeps this realness true to the tee. Over all, the talented Robar has writen a book that is both fun and poignant without being preachy or talking down to young adults. She treats her characters as actual people, giving each one real depth and making them multidimensional. And this is truely what makes "Giving Up the V" work so well.
TeensReadToo More than 1 year ago
How can you not like a story that starts off with the main character having to endure her first gynecological exam because she has a forward-thinking mother? Spencer is the last girl that needs a prescription for the Pill. She has never had a serious crush on a boy in all of her sixteen years. But her mother wants Spencer to be prepared. She's not giving her carte blanche to be promiscuous, but she wants Spencer covered if hormones override common sense. Spencer's medication is the talk of her group of friends, the Crew. The guys in the group all offer to be her first. Spencer has always been the girl her friends confide in. Her tight group of friends include Ryan, the player; Morgan and Justin, the on-again/off-again/on-again rocking couple; her best friend, Alyssa, who is so petite she looks like she is only twelve; and good old Zach. It isn't until Spencer lays eyes on the new transfer student, Ben, that she even considers putting her pills to good use. But problems ensue when Alyssa shares her list of possible boys to lose her virginity to with Spencer. Spencer hasn't told anyone about her crush on Ben (and she's getting the vibe that Ben is into her as well), and she's conflicted when she sees Ben has made it to #1 on Alyssa's list. She's torn between keeping her friend happy and following her own desires. It doesn't help when her friend Zach starts keeping his distance from her. Though he assures her that everything is okay, Spencer isn't so sure. And she's also confused when she realizes that Zach has started to sport some well-defined muscles of his own. I really enjoyed GIVING UP THE V from start to finish. Spencer could be any teenage girl struggling with the emotions of her first crush. She's flattered that she's captured his attention, but then uncomfortable with his fast moves. There's girl drama, romance, and amusing situations that the characters find themselves in. Some of the most entertaining parts are Justin's attempts to win Morgan back in their up and down romance. The story doesn't promote sexual activity even though the title may suggest otherwise. It's a good look at the pros and cons of going all the way the first time.
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Sucks wont let me buy just have sample
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This was under authors i may like and after reading the blurb or whatever, it sounds exactly like my life at the moment. So i look forward to reading it! Lol
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cassay280 More than 1 year ago
It was alright... I liked it.. But i have read better.
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