Okay. This is my story. This is so true, no matter how dumb it may sound. I had been going out with Justin for two months, and we were so in love. We had talked about marriage after we had both graduated, and he once told me that he wanted to be the one to make my first baby. One night, the 8th of January, our anniversary, he came over to my house after work. My parents were asleep in their bedroom, and my room is downstairs. I lead him down to my room, and shut the door, in case my parents were to walk down the stairs. We were kind of akward, being as neither of us had ever been in the other’s bedroom. We sat in silence for about 20 minutes, before he leaned over and kissed me on the lips. At first, from the way he kissed me, I thought that we would just get into a “make out” session. But he pulled me onto the floor, and he leaned up against my bed and pulled me into his lap. I could feel him getting a hard on, and I was scared because I had never been in this situation before. About 5 minutes later, he laid my head on a pillow on the floor and pulled my sweatshirt up and over my head. And one by one, he pulled out the clips from my hair. “For easier acess later,” he said. We continued until I was in my bra and panties and he was only wearing his pants. He started to try and take off my panties, but I stopped him, because I was nervous. He reassured me that he would be gentle, whatever he did. I could tell that he was trying to hide his nervousness. I knew that he was a virgin, and he knew that I was, too. I finally gave in, and let him take off my underwear. He paused and pulled off his pants. He then lifted me up and put me down on my bed, getting on top of me. He pulled his penis out of his boxers, and my heart started pounding. Before he entered me, he leaned down close to me and asked if I was ready. I could feel his heart pounding against mine, and I nodded in a “yes.” I closed my eyes, waiting for the pain. And did it ever come. We tried, but he couldn’t get in. He was embarrassed, and apologized over and over again, and again. I told him that it was okay and that we could try again later. We never did, because after about 10 minutes of kissing, we fell asleep, him with his arm around me.
The alarm went off:30 a.m., and we got up, got dressed, and snuck upstairs. The light was on, but nobody was in the front room. We went out the garage door and as he was getting on his bike, we kissed me good bye and whispered that he would see me in school the next day. When I got back inside, my father was there, waiting for me. I was so screwed, but we won’t go into that.
To this day, Justin and I are still together, although we never have sex. We’re engaged to get married after I graduate next year. He graduates this year, so he can get us an apartment ready.
Justin, I love you. And even though that night didn’t work out, I still love you, and I can’t wait until our wedding night.
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