Where it happened: home
Well, somehow my father ended up becoming friends with a guy whom was about 21 yrs old when i was just 19 yrs old. eventually he moved in with us, into the spare bedroom next door. B/c my dad worried about me alot because my mom was abusive to me (she died when i was younger), he always wanted to know what was going on with me, if i was safe, etc. So, the guy, lets call him peter, ended up being a “babysitter” for me on the weekends. Needless to say, we ended up falling in love. By the second month going out, the summer was coming up and I intended on going to an art class for the summer, mostly for fun but i did enjoy art. I mentioned it about a week before the classes started, and come to find out – he was a teacher there! NOT only was he a teacher, but my class’s teacher! We were worried about us getting into trouble, but we knew we loved each other even before I became a student of his, therefore if he was thrown in jail or something, I would follow him. Anyways, the entire art school thing went by fine, and it wasn’t until a few days after the art school ended did I loose my virginity to him. I don’t remember it that well, but i will try. Many times he had kissed me goodnight and left my room before my father caught us, but that particular night I wanted him to stay. I told him I was ready, and he felt he was ready as well. He grabbed my hands and put them above my head with one arm, while the other one was holding himself up from just lying on top of me (we were on my bed). I was so caught up in the kissing, I can’t even remember us taking off our clothes, but they were off alright. I remember him pulling back and asking me if I was sure before pushing his penis into me, and I kissed him saying yes. He did it slow for me, and i was surprised to find that it didn’t hurt. He eventually began to go faster and faster, and we soon orgasmed at the same time. I asked if I could do anything for him, just because I loved him, and right at that moment, he took out a ring from the drawer next to me, (I was surprised that I never found it in there that day…) and asked me to marry him. I was so excited I began crying. He told me he planned on asking anyways, even before I told him I was ready. Well, we got married when I was 20 and he was 22. My father was angry with us at first, but at the wedding i recall him saying, “The look of love in both of your eyes – its more than I have ever had in my entire life.” It really touched me. I am currently 21 years old, still married to my wonderful husband, and we are expecting twins in five months. No, I haven’t gone back to any art schools, but he is still teaching there.