*(This is a bit of a continuation from my previous church related story)*
My boyfriend and I had been dating for about 3 months and hardly ever had time alone. We both still lived at home and had busy schedules. I was just beginning college and he was near graduation. In addition to our studies, we both worked part time.
We attended the same church and always sat next to or near each other during service. As an unmarried couple, we felt scrutinized by the elders of the church. We were often invited to pre-marital counseling sessions and would receive unsolicited relationship advice.
While we cared about each other, we were still just dating and not exactly serious. We normally studied together, hung out at the park and spent time with friends. On the rare occasion that we were alone, we would do what all young couples did, have sex.
We didn’t have the luxury of slow, passionate sex so it was normally fast and intense. We didn’t always have intercourse because sometimes we just needed to get each other off. Since his younger sister was my best friend, I’d sneak into his room during sleepovers after their mom went to sleep and we’d fool around until just before everyone woke up the next morning. Our relationship wasn’t a secret but not many people knew that we were sexually active as opposed to saving ourselves for marriage.