I am compelled to agree with “the Endangered Romantic” Love is different than sex. And to tell the truth I’m a little early with this story. My girlfriend and I haven’t done anything that Bill Clinton would call sex, we haven’t even seen each other totaly naked and we won’t for another 43 days. You see on September 11 1999 I am marrying my best friend. This isn’t for you half-literate Rednecks out there who just look at women as a cheap thrill, If you want a cheap thrill do the world a favor and try bridge diving. This is for those of us who are crazy enough to believe in love.
We have been engaged for six months now, and we both agreed long ago that we would wait until we are married, their are few greater sacrifices you can make for someone you truly love. Granted it hasn’t been easy… we may have kept our virginity but innocence is long gone.
A time I will always remember happened back in December, we were driving and we decided that it took to much of our attention that could have been spent in better ways. So I parked the car at a place where I knew we could find some quiet. For a few minutes we just stood there kissing and holding each other tight. I could feel her shivering in the coldness so I offered to return to the car. When she got in however, it was in the back seat, following her lead I sat beside her with my arms around her. I’ll never forget how I felt (Words can’t even come close to describing it) when she laid across the seat and pulled me on top of her. We had cuddled like this before, but that night the taste of desire in hewr kisses was stronger than ever. We lay there slowly softly moving in that beautiful dance of passion. She has the kind of breasts I’ve always seen in my dreams, and they feel so good pressed against my chest, our lips never seperated as I ran my hands along her sides and carressed her beautiful breasts.
Her hands started moving, one rested on the small of my back trying to press me closer to her. The other hand slipped under my shirt and began tracing light circles on my chest and worked it’s way down my stomach. I was still fantasizing how good it would feel for that hand to go even lower when suddenly it did. The electricity between us was so strong that all it took was two brief strokes, that was all I could take before I released.
That was the first of many wonderful times.
I know you’ll probably never see this but I love you angel, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
P.S. Maybe I’ll write more after September.
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