I had been dating my boyfriend, Billy, for almost 3 years when we finally got around to having sex. We started dating in high school and made it to third base quite often. I would jack him off or try to give him a blow job and he would attempt to finger me and occassionally try to give me oral sex. We were both inexperienced, but I managed to get him off a lot; he never did the same for me. I was too embarassed to tell him what I wanted; I thought once we had sex it would just click. He joined the Marine Corps after we graduated and eventaully wound up in NOrth Carolina. By then, we were engaged to be married and I flew out to see him on New Years weekend 1994. We had pretty much set the wedding date for the following May. Well, the next 3 days basically ended our relationship, I think. We stayed in an ok hotel room, since I couldn’t stay in his barracks. The first night I was there, we stopped off at Wal-Mart. I was sort of nieve and really didn’t know if we were going to have sex or not. The few times he came home on leave, we were always at his house or mine and didn’t get any privacy. Sex was out of the question. A few times, my first year of college, when I lived in the dorms, he wanted us to get a hotel room. But I was scared of my parents. This was different; my folks and his knew we were together. So we went to Wal-Mart and bought some condoms. Then we went back to the hotel. We fooled around a little while on the hard uncomfortable bed and Billy tried to give me foreplay. But he just didn’t know what he was doing, I guess. I did love him, though, so we had sex. It took a while to get the condom on and when he entered me it really hurt, as I was a virgin and he was well-endowed. He was really skinny and his hip-bones kept knocking into my hips, making me feel very uncomfortable. For some reason, I was watching the digital alarm clock on the other side of the room. Now, I look back and see it as boredom. He lasted about 4 mintues before he came, then it was over. We went to sleep. We had sex a few more times that weekend, but it didn’t get any better. The next few months were hard. He went overseas on a boat for a tour and we didn’t know if he was going to be back for the wedding. I got tired of planning one over letters and we postponed it. Things fell apart and when he came home, in early May we broke up; we never had sex again. A few weeks later, I met my future husband. We were engaged by August and married the next June. NExt month is our 3rd year anniversary. We plan to start a family this fall. I can’t wait. Sex with Tom, my husband, is wonderfully gratifying. Although he was not a virgin, he didn’t have tons of experience, but we learned together. Love can make sex magical and glorious; it adds just the right touch! And maybe by next year love will add a little Morgan Alexis or Christopher DeKota to our family.
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