Where it happened: Our Bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 8
Category: Straight
I was reading through this, and I noticed after looking and searching through these stories, I have not been able to find a story of where a woman makes love on her wedding night. Everyone woman meets that one man you know you’ll remember and love for the rest of your life. I met Wesley when I was 15, and he was my best friend from the start. I was in ninth grade, and going to a catholic school, so there was a seperate school for girls and boys. I have two older brothers, one older sister, and one younger sister. My family and I went to church every Sunday. I always wished that my father had been able to go with us, but he died when my younger sister was a baby. I miss him alot, and I wish that we all got to know him more than we did-especially Marian. I met Wesley through my friend Bridgie. She was going out with his older brother John. There was a dance every friday night, held by volunteers from town. I would go there just to see him. I always had an attraction to Wesley, although I did not admit it,
because it might have risked our frienship. I saw him as much as I could until we both went to college. He went to an out of state college, and his parents followed. I went to one in state, because I wanted to be closer to my family. I still remember saying goodbye to him. I couldn’t hold back my tears, and he just hugged me, and promised that we would remain best friends. We seperated, and went our own ways. We kept in touch mainly just writing letters. But it got to the point when we would end up writing one a week, one a month, one every five months, and then the letters stopped. I thought about him alot, and stayed single during college, because I always thought relationships would take my mind off studying. Yes, I had gone out with people before, but it was only during the summer, and it was never serious. Anyway, it came to be my last year of college. That was the year when I was getting so desperate to go home and stay there with my mom and my younger sister Marian. I was feeling so alone when we said our goodbyes, and I would head back off to college. During December, I went home for Christmas break. I was so delighted to be able to see my whole family waiting for me to come home. But it was even better than I thought it would be. Wesley was their also. His family had gone up to their old town to see their family, because they had been spending Christmas alone for the past three years. I couldn’t believe it. He had grown so much. My heart was beating so fast, and my body temperature felt like it was through the roof. I ran over and wrapped my arms around him. He held me for what seemed like forever, but still not long enough. We both cried, and my mother cried just seeing how happy I was. I had never felt this way for anyone before. It was the most amazing feeling in the world, and it just made you feel like you want to be with this person, and nothing else mattered. Thats when I knew I had fallen in love with Wesley. I had a great time with him. We talked about college, and it turned out he went out with a few girls, but nothing ever worked out. Going back to college was another sad goodbye. It was much sadder than the first one. I admitted that I loved him and he said something that was a little suprising to me. He looked at me, smiled and said “I know.” It was very slow for the rest of the semester, but we made it. We were out of college, and I already wanted to marry him. I told him about it, and he said, “the time isn’t right. But I promise that your day will come.” I waited for almost 4 years, and it finaly happened. He proposed to me on Christmas. We had a spring wedding. It was beautiful. This was my dream come true. I knew we would make love that night, and I knew it this was going to be the best day of my life. After the reception, we went to our new home. We made love for our first time. It hurt a litlle, but he helped me through it. He was so gental, and he comforted me. He assured me that if I wanted to stop, just say so. I did not only love making love because of the wonderful feeling or the “burst” of pleasure. I loved it because I was with the only man I would ever make love with, and ever love this way. A little more than a year later, I got pregnant and had our baby girl Margaret. When Margaret was three, and I was 30 at the time, my worst fear came into my life. He was killed while camping in a forest, during a storm. This is the first I’ve ever really talked about our life together, but there was still so much more that happened in our lives, and more that should still be happening now. I wish that he could be here to hold me every night. I wish he was here to celebrate our anniversary together. I wish he was here to be with me and his little girl to spend Christmas with. I just wish he was still here. I miss him so much. I talk to him every night before I go to bed, just telling him how my day was, and how well Margatet is doing, and how much I miss him. I know he’s listening to me, and I know that I will meet him again someday. If you’ve read down this far, I want to say, “Don’t have sex at the spir of the moment with someone you are not in love with. You are living somebody a part of you, and it should be with someone you love.” I hope you liked my story. Thank you for listening.
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