Where it happened: Bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 8
Category: Straight
My boyfriend and I have known each other for many years now. We dated when we were young, but immaturity forced us apart, in a painful and slightly messy breakup. Despite this and the fact that we dated other people, we’ve always subconciously still had feelings for the other.
In our time apart, he had fallen into the wrong crowd, (skipping school,recreational drugs, fighting) and was slowly destroying himself. He had already had sex and had a reputation as someone to romantically avoid unless you wanted your heartbroken, whereas I had held onto my virginity.
One day he and my good friend (who had introduced us all those years ago) came over to my house to say hello. Though we had seen each other numerous times in the 3 years since we broke up, something was different… I could just tell that something was not ok so I gave him a hug that i hoped told him that, despite everything, I was there if he ever needed anything. The rest of the night he looked at me like he hadn’t seen me before and I could just sense that something was happening. Later that week, he apologised for everything that had happened and we began a new friendship and he, with my help, sorted himself out and got back on the right path.
Eventually we got together and after being together for sometime, we had sex. I was lucky, it was not a dirty or unpleasant experience, but rather beautiful, unforgetable and filled with love. I came home early from a family vacation and he came to pick me up. When we got home, he gave me a commitment ring, and told me how he had never felt this connection with anyone else. That night, something in the air was different. Electric almost. And we could both feel it. We had a beautiful candle-lit bath, and he held me in his arms and gently kissed me, my neck, my forehead, my lips, telling me how much he loves me and that “it’s always been” me. We hopped out and went to bed, and we layed there just hugging. Then I leant up and kissed him. We kissed slowly and gently, but passionately for a while before I told him that I was ready. He got a condom and came back to the bed, but looked me in the eyes and asked me to say it (“I’m ready”) again, because he loves me and only me and he doesn’t want me to do anything I’m not 100% sure of becasue he wants this to be perfect. I kissed him and told him that I love him and that I am ready.
It did hurt, with the first few thrusts being the worst, almost like a sting and a burn, but it is not unbearable and it gooes away and is replaced by pleasure. He was soft and gentle, and went slowly. We began and ended in the missionary position, looking into each others eyes and whispering how much we loved each other, but we also experimented with a few positions, testing how much I was able to take and which movements were good, and which were not.
I’m telling you my story so those of you who are curious know that it doesn’t have to be something that you regret and that there is nothing wrong with waiting for the right person.
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