Ellie and I were both Christians when we met at freshman orientation, and our views matched that. We didn’t believe in sex before marriage, and repressed any and all sexual urges for the first few months of our relationship. This story takes place when those barriers started to break down. We had made out for the first time, touched each other over clothes, then under, and had finally seen each other naked for the first time. Every step we made was followed by four backwards; we were racked with shame and guilt for a while until that finally subsided and we realized how good and loving it felt to be bonded together through sexual exploration.
For reference, Ellie was a New York 9 and I was an Indiana 7. Don’t ask me how she fell for me; I’m still wondering that to this day. She had short brown hair, small lips and a big smile, and her body was perfect to me. Wide hips, small breasts set against a tight runner’s body. Whether she was on her knees, bent over the kitchen counter, or shaking under you with her legs locked around your waist; she looked good from all angles.