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TexChik · F
I was an adult. Men terrified me, and the prospect of sex was the last thing I thought about...until he came along. We dated for 7 months. And all the while, no sex. We played, but when it got to being penetrated, I would bail. He had no idea bout my past, and now, in his frustrated state, he didn't care. He called me a tease, so I bounced his house key off his forehead and left after saying we were through. I had to pull over for a bit because I was crying so hard I could not drive. When I finally arrived, he was there, making us a sandwich. I knew I loved him, but I had no idea about sex, and, as I stated, it terrified me.
He spent the night, mostly clothed, and we held each other. We both had work trips coming up, and it was nearly 3 weeks before we would see each other again. I knew I was playing with fire and that I would lose him if I didn't do something. So my BFF gave me a few pointers that I took to heart. When I got back into town from my trip, I was so worked up if he peeked down my blouse, I was going to jump him, and I intended to be unbuttoned enough that he would have to look down there.
It all went surprisingly well once he understood I wanted him. I must have been pretty good because he married me! 😌
He spent the night, mostly clothed, and we held each other. We both had work trips coming up, and it was nearly 3 weeks before we would see each other again. I knew I was playing with fire and that I would lose him if I didn't do something. So my BFF gave me a few pointers that I took to heart. When I got back into town from my trip, I was so worked up if he peeked down my blouse, I was going to jump him, and I intended to be unbuttoned enough that he would have to look down there.
It all went surprisingly well once he understood I wanted him. I must have been pretty good because he married me! 😌
