We had been officially dating for almost two months, but we'd known each other for four years. We had been good friends. In fact, when we met, he was engaged to someone else and became more like my big brother, a figure I desperately needed in my life away at college having just lost my father who meant the world to me. He had married, then his wife left him and he moved away. I had gotten a letter from him out of the blue almost two years later and our friendship picked up where we'd left off. After only a month he expressed interest in dating me, but I turned him down. I truly saw him like a big brother and I couldn't stomach the idea of a romantic relationship with him. He backed off and we continued to write and talk on the phone for several months. Slowly, and I didn't even notice it happening, I fell in love with him. Six months later he asked again to date me and this time I said yes.
He lived 400 miles away, so I only got to see him one weekend a month when he would drive down. My sister and brother-in-law would put him up at their house. I was living with my mother. So, when he offered to give me a job, I jumped at the chance. He was working residential construction drywalling a new house. He drove down and picked me up, and we stayed with the guy who was his business partner. He put out a futon mattress for us in the living room. Being galant, I was given the mattress and he slept on the floor in a sleeping bag. It got very cold that night, the guy had left the window open. I just had a tee shirt and shorts for pajamas. I crawled over to my boyfriend's duffel bag and dug out his hoodie. I put that on and wound myself up in the sheet, but I was still very cold. So I scooted over to him, hoping I would get some heat from being near him. Being a former Marine, you don't sneak up on him, not that I was trying. But as I moved next to him he startled awake and asked if I was okay. I told him I was cold. He unzipped his sleeping bag and used it more like a blanket, and pulled me into his arms. I warmed up quite nice and was able to go back to sleep.
Well, having slept in his arms once, I liked it, so the next night I snuggled up to him again. This time he wasn't all that sleepy. He started kissing me. He was a great kisser. His lips caressed mine, teased them open and then would lick them and suck my tongue. But then, he rolled over a little to where he was almost on top of me. He deepened the kiss and ran his hand up and down my arm, then up and down my thigh and hip. He nudged his knee between mine and pressed against my other thigh. I gasped, but he covered my mouth with his. Next thing I knew, his hand had slipped under my shirt and was cupping my breast. He kneaded it gently and teased the nipple with his thumb. I started breathing heavily as I started to tighten between my legs. His lips moved from my lips to my ear where he nipped at the lobe. He placed kisses up and down my throat while he kneaded my breast more firmly. His knee slipped up to nestle between my legs. He lifted off me a little and pulled up my shirt to expose my breasts. I gasped and tried to twist away, but he quickly bent his head down and took my nipple between his lips and began to suckle. It was like fireworks going off in my head. I groaned and arched toward him. He rubbed his knee firmly between my legs, making me wet. I ran my hands up and down his arms and across his back. I loved feeling his taut muscles under my palms. He lifted his head and moved his lips to my ear.
"Touch me."
I was a bit confused, because I was touching him, so I ran my hands over his chest and arms and back a little harder, kneading his shoulders. Then he took one of my hands and started moving it down his chest and down his stomach and lower still.... and I squeaked and pulled my hand away, scared. I buried my face in his chest. His mouth came back to my ear.
"Have you ever been with a man before?"
I shook my head no. He pulled me close and just laid there for a few moments.
"Turn over, honey."
I rolled over on my stomach and he pulled my tee shirt off. He lay there beside me gently running his hands over my back, kneading my shoulders. His hands moved gently, slowly, rhytmically over my back. Slowly he maneuvered over me.
