I was raised in Idaho, my parents were good solid Christian folks. Every Sunday we attended Church, weekdays my father and Mother both prayed for us, our lives and friends, and for me, Connie, and my sister, Annie.
We lost Annie at age 21, just two years older than me, I know Mom and Dad both prayed and tried, no use, the illness took her.
So I became an only child.
Which meant I was not only protected, but watched constantly by my parents. There was no such thing as boys around, or even parties where there might be boys.
Except at Church functions.
I will always remember the day I met Darin, he was so strong and handsome, I felt little flutters inside just looking at him.
Then he walked up to where I sat on the grass, trapped with a mouthful of Mom's fried Chicken, no place to spit it out. I could only look at him and chew.
"Having fun?"
I stared at him, trying to get the mouthful down so I could speak without looking foolish.
Finally.
"Yes, it is a nice party."
"May I sit with you?" he asked, every word was polite.
"Yes, sure." I moved over on my blanket to make room.
We talked for hours, about everything. I noticed his eyes kept glancing down to my completely covered budding chest, making me totally self-conscious. It made me feel warm yet nervous at the same time.
I expected an uproar from Mom and Dad when Darin showed up at our door with flowers, and he asked them for permission to date me.
I got another funny feeling when they both smiled at him, then at me, and agreed.
Weeks later, we sat in his old truck, snuggled up tight, I felt his hand come up and cradle me through my bra. It seemed nice, I liked it, I let him. When he tried to reach inside, I made him stop, I knew that wasn't supposed to happen, Mom and Dad had told me about boys. Darin didn't push the issue, finally over time I let him touch me here and there, I even touched him back through the clothing a little bit.
I turned 20, Darin asked me on my birthday to marry him. Dad had always told me the goal of life was to meet a fine man, marry, have children and settle down to be happy. So it seemed that things were going just the way they were supposed to, I said yes.
At our wedding, Mom and Dad were all fixed up nice, I had seldom seen them like that. They were so proud, I was becoming a bride to a fine young man from good solid stock. They were happy, everyone was.
Mom took me aside, told me that Darin would come to me and put his "thing" inside me, and it might hurt a little bit at first. She told me to be sure and not let him know if it did hurt, because some men could react oddly.
So Darin came to me on our wedding night, his "thing" was so big and hard (I had touched it before through his clothes, it always made his pants wet when I did that). I was ready, I thought. He felt around and then he pushed, it didn't hurt at all. I was surprised, I expected it to hurt. It actually felt funny like I was full then It felt warm and good. It was A little bit like the awful time when the Doctor stuck his finger in there, except this time it felt good. It also made me need to go to the bathroom really bad. Still, it was nice, I realized that sex was going to be just fine.
So I became a good wife, I cooked, cleaned, did all the things a wife does. Darin worked hard, was nice to me, he always thanked me for everything and he held me in his arms. That made me feel warm and loved.
Through Darin I met other people, there were parties. At one party someone handed me a drink, my first one ever. It made my head feel strange and then it made me sick. Over time I got so I could drink them, though. Everyone laughed a lot when they were drinking.
At one party we met another couple about our age, her name was Joni and her boyfriend was Mark. Joni dressed funny, her tops were always way loose and low cut, and she either wore pants so tight they looked like they were painted on, or short Denim shirts which were really just pants with the legs and bottoms cut out and then hemmed back up.
Everybody always looked at her, even Darin. Joni seemed to not mind, she even acted like she liked it. Plus she flirted with everyone, even the other girls. Not much with me, she smiled and was nice though.
Mark seemed to always have his hands on her, I was a bit shocked at first but after awhile I got used to it. Then someone brought a record player and everyone was dancing, next thing I knew I was dancing with Mark. Mark pulled me in very close, I pushed him back. Then his hands were on my behind and I kept pushing them away. He changed his tactic and let his hand brush across my top, that did it, I finally got loose from him, I was embarrassed. I spotted Darin and he was sitting on a chair looking at me, a funny look on his face. I thought maybe he was mad but he didn't say anything that made it seem he was.
On the way home Darin was full of questions, wanting to know what Mark had done, what he had felt. I just told him Mark was a little drunk and acted with me like he did with Joni.
Then he asked me if Mark was hard.
"Now how would I know that?"
"Couldn't you feel him when you were dancing?"
"Just a little when he bumped against me, I made him stop."
"Well, it's just dancing, you don't have to make him stop."
"I don't? But..."
"It's just dancing."
Darin seemed a little eager that night, and he seemed even firmer somehow. We made love, I went to the bathroom to wash. When I came out, the lights were on bright. We always kept them real low. I stopped, stepped back behind the door, I was naked.
"Darin!"
"What?"
"Turn the lights down."
"I want to look at you."
He finally coaxed me out of the bathroom, I darted across the room and jumped in the bed, pulling the covers up. Darin started tugging at the covers, finally getting them mostly off of me.
I felt a little bashful, but not too bad, after all, we were now married for six months. Then Darin started kissing and licking me, he hadn't really done much of that before. He started with my stomach, then up over my breasts, rolling my nipples with his lips. Next thing I knew he had his mouth pressed between my legs, I tried to push him away from there but he insisted. I started feeling warm and it got to be more and more and somehow my legs just opened up all by themselves. My first orgasm began as a little twitch in my groin, then another, and then all I could do was hold Darin's head there and try to breathe.
Our sex life changed after that, I was no longer shy around him, I wanted him to do that to me some more.
There was a party the next weekend, I was hurrying around to get some food for the potluck. Darin came in, looked at me with a smile as I was packing items in a paper sack.
"What are you going to wear tonight?"
He had never asked me that before.
"Wear? I don't know, maybe my Blue dress."
My blue dress was a lot like all of my dresses, past the knee with a full top, even sleeves that came halfway down my arms.
"I was thinking....." his voice trailed off.
"What?"
"Maybe you could dress a bit more like...Joni?"
"Joni? But..she...I can't do that!"