I can’t think of any girl…no, any woman I’d rather give my virginity to than my own sister. My thoughts didn’t even reach to Sunday, the next day. Stepping back he let the dress fall to the ground but now reached around as I’d taught him and quickly unclipped and removed my bra. Now I began to understand more; our love would be lighted just perfectly from one lone streetlight. He pressed into me perhaps an inch, just inserting his glans, really, and stopped, waited, watched my eyes as he withdrew to my quiet complaint “no,” as I thought he was going to withdraw. Yes, I know; most accounts end in joint showers, more, wet sex. The usual tingling that I felt was no longer restricted to my vaginal region. He surprised me again by leaving all lights out; none on the stairs, none in the hall, and finally none in his bedroom as he led me to the bed, kissed me deeply, then turned and closed the door.
