As the title implies, the sex isn’t until the end. A good chunk of this story is mainly sexual tension that builds up over the course of nearly four months…. Until we finally have sex :)
Having been raised in an extremely religious and conservative state, my sex education was a mere “Don’t do it or you’ll die.” Right before I got in my recent long-term relationship, I had a hookup that rocked my world and changed my perspective on sex and I was left thinking about the entire new world of possibilities when it came to sex, but then got stuck. I had recently gotten out of the relationship where the sex was extremely mediocre, not leaving much room for exploration. It was extremely vanilla and he’d collapse after two minutes of good fucking. Not fun.
I still secretly fooled around with a few guys and girls previously, but it wasn’t until I got out of my long-term relationship that I really delved into exploring my sexuality and opening up. After three years of mediocre vanilla sex, it was time.