Even with the discussions of my girlfriends, I wasn’t prepared for anything like this. I could think of nothing but him and what he was doing to me. I experienced my first orgasm, followed by an endless series of them. How could anything feel so fantastic? Even the word fantastic doesn’t do it justice. I never wanted it to end, I wanted it forever.
When he stopped, he asked how old I was. When I told him he breathed a sigh of relief. Next he asked if I was “on the pill”. I told him no. He went into the house and I had a moment to regain my composure.
When he came out, he had a hand full of small plastic packages and a small box. He told me they were condoms and the box was his sister in law’s pregnancy pills. He said that if she asked, he was ready to tell her they dropped on the floor, spilled all over, and he’d flushed them. He gave them to me and made me read the instructions. He said the pills would take some time to work, but the condoms would tide us over.
Now he walked me to the pool lounge and we laid down, his head one way and I deliberately put my head the opposite way. He got the idea and we used the time profitably. When I turned again, I opened a package and had him show me how to apply it. It was fun, but left a bad tasting lubricant all over my hands and him.
I knew more or less what to do next as I crawled on top of him. He said “Is that the way you want it?” I asked why he asked and he told me some people only want to do it in the ‘missionary’ position, and then described that to me. I answered that I wanted to try every way.
A lot of water has run under the bridge since that day. We’ve been married a year and look forward to another twenty five years ourselves and when we’ll have our own children. Our love life is just as great as, if not better than, that day. He is faithful and loving and I’m on the bed, after a good shower, waiting for him to get home from work. I’m not wearing anything.