Teri

I was a 24 year old virgin. I was working and going to graduate school. I wasn’t using my degree. I wasn’t confident my graduate degree was going to do anything for me. I was and am a Christian. I didn’t believe in sex before marriage and still don’t. I also believed I should have finished my education and have my feet on the ground by age 24. I was feeling behind in life.

I had had girlfriends. I had been loved deeply and I had loved deeply, but no woman had ever proposed sex to me, because I primarily dated Christian women. It was frustrating, because I wanted to get married and have a family, but I hadn’t finished my education, and I didn’t have a good paying job. I couldn’t afford to marry.

Anyway, I met a beautiful blond, divorced woman at a singles retreat. She was off limits as far as I was concerned. I was friendly but I didn’t pursue her.
Then, one night, at church, I caught her staring at me. I smiled back. I couldn’t ignore her anymore, so I asked her to eat dinner with me. We ended that first date with deep kissing. As I stepped out into the cool spring air, it had started to mist. She said, “don’t melt.” She was 28, divorced, with a child. I didn’t think I had anything to offer her, and she thought I was sweet.

We kept dating. I took her and her daughter to the zoo. We had a picnic. We came back to her apartment and we starting fondling each other. She let me play with her breasts. Still, I didn’t push her for sex, because I didn’t think it was right.

One Friday night, in the spring of 1977, we played tennis. I called her after she had gotten back to her place. She was complaining that two men had sexually harassed her the previous day and had made her feel used and dirty. I asked her if she wanted me to come over. She said yes.
It was around 10:00 at night. As I drove to her house, I got an erection, but I told myself I was not going to have sex with her.

When I got to her place, she embraced me. We held each other and kissed. Then she went to the bedroom to get pillows to put down on the floor. I met her in the hallway and led her back to the bedroom.

For some reason, I took off my clothes. I still did not plan to have sex with her. She still had her tennis clothes on.

I lay on my back, expecting her to lie down with me. She kissed me on the lips. Then she moved down to my chest. Then she moved down to my belly. Finally, she took my rock hard penis in her mouth and began to suck it and tease it with her lips. Never had I felt such an exquisite feeling. I could barely gasp, “Oh, Teri.”

I couldn’t just lie there and take the pleasure from her. I reached for her panties. She helped me remove them. She lay on her back and opened her legs. I crawled between them and tried to enter her. I missed. She reached back and drew me into her.

I remember clearly how it felt to be inside of a woman for the first time. She was wide open and very lubricated. I could barely feel her. I was amazed. I thought the feeling would be so intense I could barely keep from ejaculating. It wasn’t like that. I gently pushed myself inside of her. Then I would give it a little extra shove for maximum penetration. We went at it gently for a few minutes. Then she asked me to slow down. I thought she wanted me to slow down to keep me from ejaculating. Instead, she was on the verge of orgasm. I kept pushing. Finally, I felt the mildest of spasms from her hips, and her mild whimpers and increased breathing. She sighed, and said, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t wait.” I kept pushing in and out of her, but I didn’t have the sensation to ejaculate.

So, we got out of the bed and took a shower. I had never seen a completely naked woman before. She was beautiful. I lathered her breasts and looked at her face. She smiled as she took my penis in her hands and stroked it.

We got out of the shower and stood in front of the mirror. She told me she liked my body. I needed to hear that.

I asked her to put on some lingerie and meet me in the living room. I went into the living room and lay down on the floor. She came out dressed in a red satin robe that enhanced the beauty of her soft pink flesh. I unwrapped the robe and kissed her upper body. Not knowing how she would feel about oral sex, I asked her if she would like it if I kissed her “down there.” She said I talked too much.

I still remember her small wisp of blond hair above her genital area. I knelt between her legs and pulled the pink folds of her vaginal lips apart. Then I planted a kiss to her vaginal lips.

I didn’t know what I was doing, but I felt I owed her the pleasure she had given me. I had an erection, though, and I wanted to ejaculate inside of her. The satiny texture of her robe excited me, and I rubbed my penis against it as I worked my way back up her body to enter her again. She welcomed me inside of her, and after a few minutes of thrusting, she had another orgasm. This time, I was determined to get mine, so I tucked a pillow under her and thrust myself rapidly and powerfully in and out of her until I finally ejaculated. As I ejaculated, she cupped her hands around my balls, and said, “Don’t leave.”

We lay still until my penis became soft. She got up to get a warm wash cloth and came back to gently clean my penis.

Then she lay naked against my chest. We simply talked. She told me how amazed she was that I was so able to please her. She liked it when I went deep. She said I was “gentle, but firm.” She told me about her previous sex life. She had been hurt. I felt like I was helping her heal from the pain other men had caused her. The more she opened up to me, the more love I felt for her and the more I wanted to love and protect her.

Soon, I got another erection. It just happened. Then, she tried to mount me. I was so glad, because I didn’t want to think I had just used her. She couldn’t do it though.

I sat upright with my legs folded. I pulled her to me and guided her onto me. We connected. We were sitting together, connected, with our legs folded under us. We both looked down at the same time, fascinated to see our bodies so beautifally connected. Then I got up, picked her up, and carried her to bed, impaled on my penis. She said no man had ever done that to her before. I was glad to be able to give her a new thrill.

In bed, I lay on my back and let her make love on top of me. I played with her breasts while she moved back and forth. She had a wonderful smile. I would watch her lean back and close her eyes, savoring the pleasure.

Finally, I turned her over and began thrusting from the top. Soon, she had another orgasm. After that, I thrust again, rapidly and powerfully, until I had another ejaculation. Again, sensing my ejaculation, she reached back and cupped my balls in her hands. When I finished, she had brought her knees up to her chest.

I loved her. I wanted to marry her, but my parents would not accept my marrying a divorced woman. I told her I felt guilty about what we had done, but she told me not to feel guilty.

I have conflicting feelings about what I did with her. I don’t deny it was sin. It was wrong. I shouldn’t have done it. But when I think of her, I have warm feelings. We parted as friends, because it wasn’t I who decided we couldn’t be a couple anymore. It was her reluctant conclusion that she would never be welcomed in my family.

I was glad when she became engaged to another man, because she was so loving. I wanted her to be happy, even if I couldn’t have her. I wanted her to be intensely loved and I hope the other man loved her as I did. She was even willing to go on a date with me after she became engaged, but I respected her finance enough not to take her.

I’ll never forget Teri and how wonderfully she treated me when I lost my virginity to her. It was an amazing experience.

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