It was Great!

As a child, I grew up with parents who believed in God, but weren’t very strict as far as morals and Godly behavior was concerned. So, I never really understood the sacredness of waiting until you’re married to have sex. Well, as I got older, things began to change for me.

When I got to high school, I followed a non traditional route. I started to hang out with an excellent group of friends. They showed me what Christ’s love was all about, and most of all the importance of devotion and living a Godly lifestyle. It was kind of’ funny ’cause all of a sudden, those W.W.J.D key chains made sense to me. Whenever I’m in a tight situation, I just think, “What would Jesus do?”. Anyway, along came the college years.

I went to a school that was notoriously known for partying. The ironic thing was that I wasn’t a partyer. The good thing was that my roommate didn’t party either, so we hung out together Friday nights. Well, college was going on great, but the pressure to do things that were “unchaste”, was ever mounting. I didn’t think that I was going to’ make it out, but God gave me the strength.

Well, I’m my junior year, I met this guy named Mark. He seemed pretty nice and genuine. He was honest as well as soft spoken. He made my heart flutter. Well, he lived a few states away so we kept in touch through phone conversations and letters. I couldn’t wait to get back to school and see him again.

Well, senior year was a lot calmer then junior year. Maybe it was because I had Mark to talk to. He’s so good to me. I love everything about him. We were pretty sure that this was the real thing and that is was going to’ last. At the same time, we didn’t want to rush into anything. He was going to grad school and I was going to med school. So our lives were about to get a lot more hectic.

He was from NY and going to grad school there, and I was going to school in PA, so we wouldn’t be to far away from each other. From there, our courtship consisted of phone calls and weekend trips to the NY, NY or the Jersey Shore. Those were the days.

Well, the rest of school was pretty much the same. Class, residency, studying, and seeing Mark on the weekends. All up until the day before exams. The day before I hopefully became a licensed doctor, we got into a silly discussion about us getting married and having kids and a little dog, and stuff like that. I really wanted to study, but this was a cute conversation. The kind that all little girls dream about. Then, like a dream, he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. He had this silly little quarter machine ring in his hand. I was so overwhelmed, but I distinctly remember saying yes! Right then and there we had our first real kiss. Slow and passionate. I remember thinking to myself, “I hope I’m doing this right.”. I was so innocent back in the day. We set the date for 6 months away, November 2. He knew that I’ve always wanted a fall wedding.

It was a small wedding at my family’s church in NC. It was pretty uneventful, so I’ll spare you the details. That night we entertained friends at the hotel we were staying at for the night. I love just hanging out. His friends got to meet my friends and vice versa. It was great. Well, after they all left we were absolutely beat. We kissed a little and shared our first bed together. I guess it took a while for the idea that we were really married to sink in.

Our plane left at 10 am for Hawaii. I’d been to the island of Ohau before, but the big island was totally different. It wasn’t as tourist oriented. We stayed in a little bungalow by the ocean. It was storybook perfect. We got there at about 3 in the afternoon. We didn’t really do anything all day, but walk around and be silly. All the while anticipating what was going to’ happen later.

Fast-forward a few hours. We decided to leave the lights out, and just let the dim light of dusk light our way. We lay on the bed together kissing ever so passionately, caressing each other, as we had never dared before. I was lying on my back and he was kind of on his side, but still sort of over me. Kissing and undoing my silk robe at the same time. He opened the silk garment and felt my stomach and my breasts as I was making my way down to his buttocks. He slid his hand between my thighs and into my waiting vagina. This was a feeling that to this day I can’t explain. So, he was using his fingers to stretch out my hymen so he could enter easily. I then noticed his erection pressing against me. So I made off with his boxers and saw what was about to enter me. I took his now firmly erect penis in my and moved up and down the mighty shaft. He told me that he wasn’t going to’ make it much longer. I smiled at him and let him go. He spread my thighs apart further and said that he would be gentle.

He hovered over me and asked if I was ready. I said yes, and he did it with one gentle push. I didn’t hurt; it was just sort of a warm stretchy feeling. So, he began thrusting, gentle at first and caressing my hair and kissing my forehead. I became more at ease and began to relax and enjoy the moment. He leaned back so that he was kind of sitting up and thrust harder, holding my hands. He wanted me to climax this first time to so he rubbed my clitoris and pushing deeper and deeper within me. I moaned with pleasure. He was driving me wild. I did climax, powerfully. He followed soon behind me, grabbing my hands tighter and tighter. It was a great moment. My friends in high school were right. If you wait until you’re married to make love, it will be so much better. It was great.