This is the first of a three chapters series.
It describes the chronological evolution of an inexperienced young couple's sex life.
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If my memory serves me right, it started in my 4th grade.
We were in class doing math, when the door opened and the principal entered the room accompanied by an unimpressive looking girl.
He had a short discussion with the teacher and then exited, leaving the girl with Mrs. Jones.
Our teacher smiled at the her and then turned to us, "Children, this is Rachel. Her family just moved here from Georgia. From now on she will join us as one of the students. Be nice to her."
Then she approached me and said, "Ben, Rachel will sit by you. Help her the best you can."
In the first few days I struggled understanding her. Her English was different than mine.
The southern accent with the funny pronunciation of 'r' and lack of 'g' in every word that ended with 'ing' confused me.
Eventually I got it.
Initially she was very shy and had no friends.
I was there for her during school hours, but I had no idea what happened after hours.
Rachel's confidence grew several months later, when the students understood better her unique accent and she was doing well in English, social studies and the arts.
My strongest subjects were math, science and PE.
Sharing with Rachel the same desk in class, we learned to help each other and became inseparable in school.
One time during a break I went to the bathroom. When I came out, I saw Rachel talking loudly with a guy from a different class. I approached them and realized that he was bugging her. I moved between them and told him to stop and leave her alone. He stared at me mockingly, as if I was an annoying baby, "And if I don't want to do it?!..."
As I said, I was good in PE and knew that I could take him on, but I tried one more time, "Look jerk, she is my friend and you bother her. Leave now!"
He laughed in my face and blurted, "Rachel the nerd and her boyfriend the moron!"
I punched his face once and he fell to the ground. He was bleeding and was taken to see the nurse.
As a result I was punished by the school.
But Rachel later said that I was her knight and shining armor.
I didn't take it seriously then.
As the years went by, we continued to be school mates, including in high school.
I grew fast and when I turned 18 I was 6' tall, 190 pounds of muscle, playing on our football team.
Rachel was 5'5", 130lbs and turned pure beauty...
She was offered several times to be on the cheerleading team, but declined.
We were still school buddies, but not more than that.
I was attracted to her. However, I was too scared to ask her out...
She seemed out of my league socially.
Multiple handsome and rich guys tried their luck with her, but she always declined. Respectfully.
One time a disappointed guy called her a lesbian. She didn't answer.
Subsequently it became a rumor all over school.
One day on a break I looked for her to discuss a difficulty I had in English class and found her crying in the corner.
I came close, hugged her shoulder and asked her what was the problem.
She gazed at me with tears in her eyes, "You are the problem..."
"Rachel... I am sorry... What did I do?..."
"Everybody in school thinks that I am a lesbian, because I do not want to go out with the guys who asked me out..."
"Rachel, I still don't get it... why is it MY fault?!..."
"Why don't YOU like me?..."
"Oh stop it! You know I like you a lot!..."
"So why haven't YOU ever asked to go out with me???..."
I dried her tears with my bare hand and whispered, "Rachel my dear, I wanted to do it. But I saw the other guys, who have much more to offer. You refused each one of them. I was afraid that if I proposed to you, you'd decline and I'd lose your friendship too..."
She looked at me lovingly and said, "Ben, you are definitely the moronest guy I've ever met. On multiple occasions I tried to give you hints that I was interested, but you always talked about school stuff. I am in love with you for years. I am sure that if you haven't seen me crying here, I would have stayed friendless for life..."
"Rachel... may I kiss you?..."
"Yes, but do it fast, because somebody can catch us making out in school..."
That's how our 'official' relationship started.
We got married 2 years later, with the 2 of us having had sex only with each other.
Rachel went on to become an English teacher in a local high school and I worked as a manager in a nearby Ace hardware store.
Both of us discussed bringing children to the world, but elected to wait several years before starting.
In the meantime our sex life, that was pretty tame to begin with, became less and less frequent.
My libido was actually high, but Rachel seemed to find reasons to postpone it often.
She was fairly conservative and missionary position was by far her favorite one.
I wasn't sure what to do about it, until I had a serious talk with Jeremy.
Jeremy was a 37 years old guy, who was married the 2nd time and had 3 children.
He was another employee in the same hardware store.
One evening the 2 of us went after work to a bar. There we started drinking and chatting.
He confided in me that his first wife hated everything that was sex related. They divorced less than a year after the marriage.
His second wife had insatiable sexual appetite. She loved every position, everywhere and always... About 3 years ago he suggested to spice their marriage by adding another person to their love life. It was new to his wife, but weeks later she was willing to add another man. The encounter was a big success and since then they expanded their horizons with several men and then 2 women. Jeremy said that these days both of them were happier with their sex life, as well as with life in general.
I was happy for Jeremy, but a threesome sounded like a crazy stuff!
Rachel was reluctant to have sex even with me, her husband!
Her puritan upbringing won't let her consider such an outrageous act...
But as the evening progressed, both Jeremy and I drank more alcohol.
This may have affected my brain and I was more inclined to concoct a plan to make SOMETHING happen.
The first step was to find a way to persuade Rachel to even think about it.
Rachel had a weakness.
One glass of wine had an extreme effect on her brain.
On 2 occasions at home I saw her behavior after drinking one glass of white wine. Her controls were lost. She became chattier and... hornier! In bed she was willing to assume other than missionary position and reaching orgasm was much easier...
I devised a plan that included making her drink wine, followed by sex and then trying gently to introduce the idea of a future threesome.
