My husband and I met in college. We lived in Co-Ed dorms and Greg happened to live across the hall from me. When I first saw him, something in my brain triggered. It was almost as if God was telling me “This is the man you are going to marry.” It frightened me in the beginning, but when I began talking to Greg, I realized he was perfect for me. Not only was he gorgeous, he had a wonderful personality and we shared a common love for God.

Greg and I developed a romantic relationship very quickly. I can still remember him coming to my dorm and slipping me a note late at night reading ” You are so beautiful. I can’t sleep knowing I live only doors down from you. Please let me take you on a date tomorrow.” The next night we had our first date. I had butterflies in my stomach the whole time. Just looking at his amazing green eyes made my body tingle and my palms sweat. I had never felt this way before. Three dates later we had our first kiss. It literally took my breath away. It also led me to want Greg, terribly. However, both of us knew we wanted to wait for marriage to have sex.

It became harder and harder as our relationship progressed to stay pure. Both Greg and I had developed a habit of sleeping together at night, and lying next to the one you love, wanting to feel the closeness and sensation sex brings but knowing it was forbidden territory, became unbearable. However, we somehow managed to do it.

Two days after we graduated college, Greg surprised me by taking me on a romantic weekend trip to Northern California. I didn’t think much of it because he was always surprising me with cute, romantic weekend getaways. However, this one was different. As we walked into our beautiful villa, I was awed by the candles and rose petals that covered the front room. When I turned around I noticed Greg on one knee, a ring in his hand. After delivering a heartfelt proposal you would here in a movie, I said yes, with tears running down both of our faces. The engagement lasted exactly a year, and on May 26th, 2005 we were married.

The ceremony was beautiful. And the reception was a blast. However, despite how wonderfully the day had gone, mostly everyone was aware of the fact that Greg and I just wanted it to all be over, and for our own private party to begin.

I woke up the morning of my wedding a nervous/excited wreck. I had been waiting to have sex with Greg for four years, but now that the day had come, I was scared. I didn’t want to disappoint him. And, although I had researched a bit on the topic, I had absolutely no idea what I was doing. Greg didn’t either though, and that made me feel better.

My best friend gave me some advice before Greg and I left our reception. She sat me down and told me just to relax and enjoy what I had been waiting so long to experience. This would, she told me, be a night I would remember for the rest of my life. She was right.

As the elevator took us up to the Honeymoon sweet on the 10th floor, Greg and I held hands, smiling, touching, and anticipating what was to come. For the first time, I felt his erection against my body, and instead of pulling away, I grabbed him tight, watching him close his eyes and let out a load moan. When we finally reached the room, he picked me up and he carried me through the threshold. The room couldn’t have been decorated any more romantically. It looked just like the villa Greg had proposed to me in with scattered roses and candles everywhere.

At first, we almost didn’t know what to do. I was lying down on the bed, and Greg was standing there, almost scared to come near me. Soon, he was lying down next to me, and we began cuddling like we had for so many years. As he held me, we could both feel each other shaking. I turned to him and kissed him harder than I ever had before. Right away, I felt his erection again. From there, he started removing my dress.

Under my dress was a beautiful white-laced bra and underwear. I let Greg touch me. He caressed my breasts and sent waves of spasms through my body. It felt so good. I briefly stopped him and took of his shirt, and finally his pants. It was the first time I saw his penis. From there, I slowly kissed his stomach and finally made my way down to his member. As my lips graced his hard penis, he let out a huge moan. It turned me on. I had been worried that I wouldn’t know how to do it right, but the noises he was making reassured me that it felt good to him. A while later, before he had finished, he turned to me and said “Time to return the favor”. He unbuckled my bra and slid my panties off, and just stared. “My God. You are so beautiful” he said. Before I knew it he had my breasts cupped in his hand. He then proceeded to suck and kiss them. I almost couldn’t take it. I had never felt so good in my life. Soon after, he was kissing my stomach just as I had done his. Anticipating what was to come, I started shaking once again, but this time, not with fear but with pleasure. He began rubbing my clitoris and I almost exploded. I let out a scream that seemed to scare him and he stopped for a second. “Keep going,” I said. And I smiled, and moved down to my vagina. He started teasing me and I soon couldn’t take it anymore and said, “Get in me, now”

In a matter of seconds, Greg was on top of me, about to enter. We began kissing and he whispered “I love you” in my ear. “I love you too”, I said. “Are you ready?” he replied. Closing my eyes and kissing him once more I replied “yes.”

The sex was amazing. It was quite a mess and we really didn’t understand what we were doing, but it didn’t matter. It was still the most beautiful moment of my life.

Greg and I are so happy together, and I love him more every single day. It didn’t take us long to figure out what we were doing, and now the sex is great. But I will still always remember our first night together. And looking back, we are both so glad we waited. It made everything so much more special!