I grew up in a strict religious family. It means different things to different people, but in this story what’s important is that I was never taught about sex. They sent me to an all-girls school too, so it wasn’t like I had someone who could teach me. Every bit of knowledge I got was given to me by accident and I never knew if that was true or not.
When I moved away for college I learned that there were so many ways to find information about it and, besides learning about the biological side of things, I also found myself deep into reading all the clean romances. It basically meant that they were Christian enough to not scandalize me, but still had sex scenes in them. I masturbated for the first time when I was reading one of those.
I know, it’s not the thing I should do according to the teachings, but I always thought that it was better than just going out and sinning. I was always very remorseful after but kept doing it anyway. My body was hungry for it after not being able to identify the signals properly for years and I was giving it all I had. I couldn’t wait to get married and finally sleep with someone.
I met my boyfriend and future husband at college. Adam was a great guy, sweet and gentle, he treated me like a princess and I loved it. The problem was, that I wanted him badly, but he didn’t plan to marry me until we both graduated. He said that he wanted an educated wife and I liked that he did too, but my body demanded that we should get to the wedding night part as soon as possible.
Even though we tried to play by the rules, sometimes we still couldn’t take our hands off each other. We were balancing that thin line between falling completely into sin and still being able to be with each other and each time it was becoming thinner.
We were only kissing at first, nothing more and I intended to keep it that way, but when I was close to him and could feel his scent and the heat of his body I was losing my mind. I wanted to have more of him, so we started touching each other. It was good to know that he was having as much of a hard time as I was, but just like me, Adam didn’t want to ruin it all with us not acting carefully enough.
We started to stay in his room and touch each other through our clothes. It was nowhere near the thing I really wanted, but it was feeding at least some of my cravings. I enjoyed every moment of Adam squeezing my breasts, playing with them, and making me feel so wet. He let me rub against his knee and it was in one of those moments when I got my first orgasm.
I didn’t know that it was possible, but it happened and now I wanted to have him inside me even more. Adam loved it too, I was grabbing his dick through his pants, until one time he was left with a wet spot on them. He felt embarrassed, but I told him it was fine.
Our next stage was taking the clothes off. I debated on this one for a while, but me and Adam both decided that as long as we just kept it to touching it wasn’t wrong. I still remember the way he looked at me for the very first time. He couldn’t take his eyes away from my breasts, from the rest of my body. I loved seeing him naked too. His dick was exactly like I imagined if not bigger.
Now our sessions would usually go like this – we lay on the bed, next to each other and I had my hand around his cock, while he had one between my legs. He was usually just rubbing my clit, but later on, I begged him to do it with his fingers. He was afraid that I’d lose my virginity this way, so he never did it.
It was amazing and more than what I could hope for, but still, it wasn’t enough. Every time we did it I wanted him inside, I wanted to know how it felt and I couldn’t wait any longer. Finally, he proposed to me and I couldn’t be happier, but we still had to wait the whole year before the wedding. I couldn’t do it for that long.
That night we were in his room, talking and kissing until I brought up the topic. I told Adam that it wasn’t sinning anymore. That God knew what was in our hearts and that promise to each other was almost as good as being married. The downline was, that we could have sex without it being a sin. He was reluctant at first. But I knew that he wanted me to, so, with enough begging and reassurance, we decided to do it.
We went through it slowly at first, just kissing and touching as usual, then taking our clothes off. For the first time, Adam allowed himself to touch my body with his mouth too. He paid a lot of attention to my breasts and I loved it. I moaned as he explored me, impatient to feel him inside me.
Finally, the moment was there. I was laying on my back, with my legs spread and Adam looking there. His dick was hard and I couldn’t wait to feel him inside.
“Are you sure you want to do it?” he asked me again.
“Yes!” I answered, feeling how much my body needed it. “Just do it, please”
I thought that it would be painful, at least for a few moments, but it was nothing like that. Uncomfortable, maybe, but that was nothing I couldn’t handle. I was sobbing and moaning, trying to get used to this new sensation that was making me lose my mind. We were finally together in all the ways and I happily accepted Adam in my pussy too. I could tell that he was having a hard time trying to not move too fast, but soon I just pulled him close with my legs and let him do anything he wanted, surrounding myself with him.
It was amazing, everything that I wanted and more. My body was tense, I felt hot and every sleeve of my skin was so sensitive. It only took me a few minutes, before an orgasm like I never felt before hit me hard. I moaned out, feeling it happen, while Adam pulled out of me. He stroked himself over my stomach until I saw him spill on my skin.
We laughed, happy that it finally happened and knowing that there would be even more chances for us to do it now. By our wedding night, I knew exactly what I liked and how I liked it. Everything happened exactly like it was supposed to and I don’t regret it even for a second.
