Ethan, my husband, and I weren't virgins when we first became a couple but not by much. Putting it politely, our experience between the sheets was limited. I had lost my virginity the summer after high school graduation, had one other, fairly disappointing relationship in my freshman year in college and then started dating Ethan. He on the other hand, claimed to have started earlier than me and had slept with--count them--three women before our first date.
We met at mixer in our dorm the first week of school but evidently there wasn't any electricity because he didn't remember me. During our second semester, we were paired as lab partners and this time we both felt a connection. Our first date left us both feeling like we had met someone special and soon all of our friends knew that we were a couple. Neither of us dated anyone else for our remaining time in college or, I hope obviously, since then. We were married the summer after graduation and I think we've been very happily married. I know I'm happy and I try my best to make him happy too.
Even after that second meeting, it took us a while to end up in bed together. There was certainly some shyness on both our parts and disappointment in our previous experiences. Neither of us pushed and maybe that was good since it gave us the time to get to know each other and to really know we were in love before we did it.
For the rest of that school year, we could have been in high school as far as how sophisticated we were in our relationship. We had lunch or dinner together several times each week, sometimes in the dining hall and sometimes at a place in town that didn't strain our budgets. We'd catch a movie or go to some event on campus at least weekly. And we found time and a place to make out.
Ethan kissed me on our third date. His hands never got close to my boobs until two months later and only over my top. It was almost the end of the semester before I sat on his sofa topless as we made out. We both took summer school, at least in part so we could stay near each other for the first month of summer break and that's when it finally happened. He never pushed me to go further than I was comfortable with but I admit that, if he had, it wouldn't have taken much to push me into his bed.
Since it was summer, I started with fewer clothes on to begin with and maybe that's why they came off so easily. We sat on his bed and he kissed me. Soon, my halter was gone and there was nothing under it. I had started taking his shirt off too so I could touch his chest as he touched mine. When we had moved into shorts weather, he added touching my bare legs to touching my bare boobs but the bottom of the shorts was a barrier that he never tried to breach.
He was moving his hand up and down my leg as we kissed and I was pretty much in heaven as his fingers danced along my inner thigh toward my girl parts. Somehow, I moved in a way that ended up with his hand right on my crotch (although still outside my shorts!). Ethan now claims that I did it on purpose but I'll deny that until the day I die. I've accused him of taking advantage of how distracted I was to grope me. He denies that too.
Regardless of who did it, there we were. We were both bare chested and wearing shorts and his hand was where it was. I first gave him a look of surprised shock and then decided "what the hell" and went back to kissing him. He had started to remove his hand thinking he had made me mad but evidently read my kissing him as approval. Soon, my shorts were off, then his shorts, then my panties and finally his boxers.
We had both grown up hearing the lessons of safe sex and (yes, my face turned red) I had come prepared with a condom in my purse. His face didn't turn red but he had one in his drawer. We ended up using them both. No, not at the same time.
Once we got past that first time, we had sex a lot. As often as we could. Several times a week. When summer school finished and we each returned to our homes, one or the other of us made the drive once a week for the rest of the summer. We were in love and we wanted to show our love to each other.
There was no comparison between sex with Ethan and my first two attempts at it. No one's first time is good so don't even ask. Number two was nice because we made out for a long time and I was fully lubricated for him to enter me. Unfortunately, we had made out for such a long time that finished almost as soon as he entered me.
With Ethan, sex was nice. He was gentle and it lasted long enough for me to get some pleasure from the feeling of fullness he gave me and his movement in and out of me.
No, I didn't climax but from what I read, I didn't expect to from having him in me. Some girls apparently can't ever climax during sex and some can't climax at all. I never experienced the big orgasm that I had hoped for but I loved the feeling of sex even if I had to finish myself later. And I really loved Ethan, in and out of bed and knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. All in all, I felt like I had a pretty good deal.
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Fast forward a few years. We'd celebrated our third anniversary and I had long ago gotten over my disappointment that I didn't experience the explosive orgasms that I read about when I was younger. That was fiction, this is real life. My real life includes a job that I find fulfilling, a house that is perfect, and a husband who I love deeply. We don't have children but otherwise, any thought that we're missing something gets pushed away and I just count my blessings.
The almost every night sex of our early days has tapered off and we usually made love two or three times a week. Sometimes more and sometimes less. We do it as we're getting ready to go to sleep. I know that Ethan wants to have sex because his good night kiss lingers a little longer than normal and his hand goes to my left boob like there's a magnet there. I pride myself on the fact that, in three years of marriage and the years before, I can count the number of times I've said no to Ethan on one hand.
I also pride myself on doing special things to make him happy. Once, having had a couple of drinks more than normal--I forget what the occasion was--he confessed that he had a fantasy about oral sex. I didn't know this and was pleased that he told me. I had a basic idea of the mechanics from my reading and discussion with girlfriends back in my younger days. I lay next to him, facing his feet and placed my mouth over him. His thing was pointed right at me and I put my mouth over it and then moved up and down until he started to climax.
I wasn't expecting the amount that ended up in my mouth and I ran into the bathroom to spit it out and brush my teeth again. When I got back to bed, Ethan was still awake enough to thank me before he dozed off.
So, I wasn't going to get anything that evening but I cuddled against him and listened to him snore. I was bemused by the fact that he had a secret fantasy and I felt proud that my husband made a request and that I did this for him. Feeling daring, I started to leave a hand towel near the bed so I could do it again for him and have something to catch it in or at least to spit into.
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Have you ever been watching a favorite movie and you can't think of the name of one of the stars, even though you've seen him many times? My Cousin Vinny--the best movie ever made. Ethan laughed at me when I first said this but now he joins me in watching it at least once a year and anticipating the best lines together makes it more fun.
Of course, the judge was played by Fred Gwynne. I know that. I knew that then. I just didn't remember and I made a comment about him, calling him by the name of some other actor. Ethan politely corrected me. I less than politely told him that, no, he was wrong. Whose favorite movie was it anyway?
He didn't argue but I didn't want to let it drop so I told him that he shouldn't argue with the person who knows everything about the movie. I don't know why I kept arguing since he wasn't arguing back but I was annoyed that he would correct me when I obviously knew what I was talking about.
Finally, he got tired of this one-sided argument and paused the movie. "Okay. Wanna bet?"
Did I want to bet? What was he talking about now?
"I mean if you're that sure, put your money where your mouth is."
