Where it happened: elevator
Langauge: english
Sex: Female
Rating: 7
Category: Straight
Henry and I had known each other since childhood. His family had moved up to North Carolina from Orlando when he was five, joining my church and school. We were great friends for the longest time, our Youth Group being composed of about fifteen kids close in age by a few years. Henry was always really talented, number two in our class, a gifted swimmer, and quite cute all his life. He was blonde with ocean blue eyes, and had the best smile. I on the other hand was pale and a bit quirky. I was more acne prone and a bit overwight. Everyone knew I was really intellegent, almost more than him, but lacked academic drive.
I was 16 when I first noticed him, like NOTICED him. We were a more serviced-based Youth Group and were on a mission trip in West Virginia, our eight one as a group. We were at a pool in the local state park, staying at the cabins there. Henry always had been cute, but as I stared at him, suddenly falling in love. His tan skin, his abs, his tousled blonde hair, he was perfect. I just wanted to hug him and never let go, and ever since he had been in the back of my head. During senior year, I found myself watching him. When we hugged, I would feel a tingling warth run though me, and I felt safe and happy. I began realizing he filled all my requirements in a guy: smart, funny, cute, not a snob, fun-loving, and mom-approved. .(My mom was our Sunday school teacher, and became a sort of second mom to all the other kids. My sister and I would joke Henry and another boy, Chris, were the sons she never wanted.)
Anyway, the school year past, and I found myself going to George Washington University in DC. I worked around the system, managing to be allowed to live off-campus and worked to help pay for my studio. Also, during freshman year I found out I had BED (binge eating disorder), so with counseling and a healthy dieting plan I went from a size 14 to a size 6. I got into running, my skin cleared up, and life was good. Then one day, out of the blue, I was in a Starbucks when he walked in. “Henry?” He turned to look at me, “Sarah?”
“Yeah, hi.” I got up and hugged him. He was still just as handsome as ever, his boyishness from high school slowly fading away.
We talked for a while, and found out we BOTH went to GWU. He was in the science building, where as I was in the arts building, and he lived on campus. We still had our names in each of our phones, and promised to hang out some time. A couple weeks later we started to hang out, and then started to date. It was crazy to me to be dating him, when we kissed for the first time, it was surreal. Our parents found out when got home on winter break, both pairs pleased. Our old youth group buds made jokes, and a few girls were a bit jealous because as teens they pined after him for years.
Finally, a year and a half later after we started dating, Henry took me out to dinner on Valentine’s Day of our sophmore year. We went to a italian place in Georgetown, stopping for frozen yogurt afterward. We were having fun, and neither of us tired. We decided to go back to my place to hang out. When we got there, as we were going up in the elevator, it broke down.
We both groaned in agony, annoyed that we would be spending a good part of the night between floors four and five. We finally just sat down, Henry joining me after I refused to stand for hours in heels. I sat on my wool winter coat, avoiding the dingy floor.
We talked to waste time, him playing music off his phone. As we chatted, the subject turned to when he first offically asked me out and why he liked me now. He sighed before explaining picking his words. “When we were in high school, I guess I was not really into dating. I was more into enjoying life and not having much resposibility. When I saw you again, it was like everything you had been was intensified. You were cute when we were teens, but now you’re, you know… beautiful.” “Aww, Henry you are beautiful too!”
We laughed. And suddenly I remembered something. “You remember West Virginia? The summer before our senior year, I remember on the ride up how it was on your bucket list to hook up with a stranger.” He stared at me and laughed,”How do you remeber that? I don’t.” “Well, you never have remembered anything Henry, you are terrible at that. I told you that on the way up to, when I told you the story about how in seventh grade you told the class you were going to have a beard as part of your ten year goals.”
We laughed again, and suddenly as the song changed, the mood did too. We suddenly began to kiss more passionately than ever before, sitting there on the carpeted floor. As we slowly got hot and heavier, I pulled away. “I also remember that trip so well, because I first loved you then.”He stopped to stare at me. “You have loved me for three years?” “Yeah.”
Then with that, the kisses became more, his cashmere sweater quickly came off. My hair began to fall out of its braid, my dark honey blonde curls falling down my back as he began to unzip my little red dress. All my life, I had thought I was going to save this moment for my wedding night, but I knew Henry was going to be forever mine after that night. I pulled my dress over myself, leaving me in only a a black lace bra and boyshort panty set.
Henry held me, kissed me, feeling his way around the contours of me. He began to slowly kiss my neck, those same tingles of warmth and happiness I used to feel had morphed into waves of sheer ecstasy. As he made his way down to my breasts, I felt my nipples going rock hard as pulled he stopped only briefly to unhook my bra. As he fondled my 34C breasts, he made his way back up to kissing me on the lips. As he stopped for a moment, looking at me, his bright sea blue eyes staring into my chocolate brown ones. “Are you sure?” It was all he could whisper. I responded by kissing him again, lacing my fingers around his neck.
He laid me down on top our coats, pausing to take off his slacks. As he slid of his boxers, his penis sprung out ready to go. My eyes widened with the shock and exictment of knowing what was to come. I was already wet, so no more foreplay was required or wanted. He fumbled for a moment, and then admitted his issue. “I don’t have a condom.”
I laughed at how depressed he looked, “Henry, it’s fine, I am on the pill.”
He suddenly smiled, and began to kiss me. With two fingers, he pulled down my panties. As we kissed again, he entered me, at first hurting like hell, but slowly became easier to deal with. When he was finally in, he stopped kissing me to focus.
I gasped for air as he began, but as he kept on going, it felt better and better until every movement was pure bliss. After a few minuted, we orgasmed at the same time, him collapsing on top of me. We lay there not speaking, both sweaty and tired, breathing heavily.
His phone was still playing music, and had switched to an old Sinatra song. Even though the scenery was less than magical, the way I felt superceded pure delight. Finally after two hours of being stuck in there, the repair man finally came and got the thing working. Henry slept over that night, and did many more nights, but it was the only time we had sex outside of marriage. We swore never to tell anyone, keeping it our dirty little secret. Valentine’s became a special day for us, junior year we spent our first night together in OUR apartment, which had two bedrooms for the sake of the lie. Seinor year, this past Valentine’s, he proposed. And we got married this June, and I just found I am pregnant! Even though I didn’t wait, I was glad I did it with the love of my life.
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