My parents wouldn’t let me start dating until I . Of course, Iâ€™ve had boyfriends since I like most girls, but we couldn’t “go out” together. We would go places like movies with friends and meet, so I had kissed, and had even had some under clothes contact, but I had never let a boy go all the way, or even undress me. I live in a small town where everybody knows everything about everybody. Itâ€™s hard to keep a secret here. Besides, I always intended to keep my virginity for my husband.
Last Friday night, my boyfriend, Troy and I went to a movie. There was the usual touchy feely and we got a little heated. After the movie we went up on the ridge above the town and parked. It was just about dark, but there was a great view, and he parked with the back of the truck toward town. He asked if I would like to look at the stars. I said, â€œyes,â€ and we got in the back of the truck. It was a little chilly, and he got a sleeping bag out from behind the seat. We snuggled up in the bag, kissed, and watched the stars.
It didn’t take very long before he was running his hands up under my skirt and blouse. We were kissing passionately and he started unbuttoning me. I put my hand on his and said, â€œno,â€ and he slipped his hand back under my blouse, where he rubbed my breasts through my bra. His hand slipped under the bra, and started caressing my nipple. It felt so good. His hand was pinched between my breast and bra, and I reached around my back and unsnapped the bra, which then fell forward relieving the pressure. He kissed his way down my neck to my top button, undid it with his teeth, and kept kissing his way down my chest and buttons until my breasts were exposed to him.
When he started sucking my nipples, I almost lost it. It sent jolts through my body. Nobody had ever gone that far with me. His hand wasn’t idle either, and he soon had my panties pulled down to my knees and was touching my pussy.
Again I sad, â€œno,â€ and clamped my legs together tightly. He told me not to worry, that we wouldn’t go too far, that he just wanted to make me feel good, and that he loved me. The love part got to me, and I let my legs fall apart for him. He was soon rubbing my pussy and sucking my nipples in earnest. In the process, my panties slipped all the way down my legs and off one foot, so they were hanging on one ankle. I started cumming, and at first it scared me. I hadn’t ever felt anything like it before. Waves of pleasure kept crashing through my body, and soon I couldn’t think anymore. Troy was on top of me, sucking my tits and fingering me. I couldn’t believe the pleasure. I was in a haze.
At some point, I realized he was rubbing his cockhead on my pussy, letting it dip in and out of my vagina, getting it wet with my juices. My eyes opened wide, and I told him we had to stop. He said, hey, â€œYou came; now itâ€™s my turn.â€ I tried to get out from under him, but he pinned my arms above my head with one hand, and guided his cock to my vagina with the other. He then pushed just enough so the head popped inside. I looked up at him panicking, and begged him to stop, but he jerked his hips, and ripped right through my hymen. I screamed, and then started crying.
He started pumping in and out of me immediately. It hurt, but not as bad as before. He was thrusting into me faster and faster. At some point, it stopped hurting and started feeling good, he was kissing my face, and telling me he was sorry for hurting me. But he just had to keep going, that he loved me. Again, the love word touched me. I thought to myself, â€œOK,â€ and started trying to do it with him, and soon our bodies were slamming together. Suddenly, I felt his whole body stiffening and he was cumming inside of me. I knew it was too late to have him pull it out, so I just pushed back, and let it happen. We lay there in each otherâ€™s arms for an hour until it was time for him to take me home.
I am very confused. I think troy loves me, but everything in my Mormon upbringing tells me what we did was wrong. I may very well be pregnant, but itâ€™s too soon to tell. It was the right time of month to be fertile. My mom knows there is something wrong with me, but not what … yet. Troy is Mormon too, and if the bishop finds out, or if we tell him, he will want us to get married at the very least. This wipes out my dream of a temple marriage. Troy said he would marry me if necessary, but he doesn’t sound real convincing. I think I love him, but Iâ€™m not sure. Troy is a senior, and had been planning to go on a mission. I suppose thatâ€™s out of the question now too. Iâ€™m a junior, and . I shouldn’t have to make these kinds of decisions so soon.