Spoiler: This is a story about the love of my life and my terminal shyness so it progresses very slowly.
I had broken up with my first real long-term girlfriend a few months before the end of my senior year. I'd only slept with 3 girls in my life, and she was the third. We had been deeply in involved since sophomore year, but terrible words were said on both parts, and couldn't be taken back. For months, I'd still think of her every day. She'd call me whenever she got drunk saying we could just have sex but as much as I craved it (I REALLY CRAVED IT), I needed to get over her and that just made it harder. She must have been partying a lot, enjoying her new social freedom as she soon called a few times a week.
I met the love of my life (Heather) through a friend. I was on my way back from jogging and stopped downstairs on the girl's floor to pick up some supplies for a very small gathering of friends. I couldn't help but notice Heather was gorgeous -- petite, (5' 1") with dirty blond hair just past her shoulders and fair skin. She didn't have a freckle or any blemishes. She was in a loose-fitting tank top and shorts as it was unusually hot and humid for March. Heather followed me into the hallway. "I'm happy to help you carry that back to your room. Maybe you could invite me to join you in return for helping you," she said with a warm smile. I told her that I could handle it -- I didn't want to look like a wimp that needed a tiny girl to help carry just a couple of supplies.
I realized I forgot to invite her, so I ran back downstairs and returned the bags as my premise for returning. Heather was funny, wholesome looking (no tats, virtually almost no makeup and no piercings, which is sexy as hell to me) and had an angelic face and a perfect body. We started out drinking in my dorm but ended up walking around the campus just talking until 5AM. We became inseparable within a couple of weeks.
Heather kept her firm but shapely doing swimming. She had gorgeous legs with wonderful curves and a nice little tushy! Her straight, silky blond hair ended just a few inches below her shoulders hiding her delicious neck Her small breasts were incredibly sensitive, and she couldn't get enough of me sucking on them. If I teased her soft pink nipples, they would firm up and she'd get embarrassed about how wet her pussy got. Her silky skin begged to be touched and kissed. I'm not sure why but Heather seemed to be uncomfortable with the way her body responded. I cherished her passion; she would gyrate, thrust back and moan so loudly, you could hear her the next dorm over.
Eight months ago, she first told me she loved me. I just said, "you're the best". I was worried I wasn't 100% sure so I didn't say it back as I didn't want to lie about something so serious. Oddly she took my response well and said, she knew I was in love too. Six months ago, I got up the courage to tell her I loved her back. It was confusing and uncomfortable, she kept kissing me but was crying for like an hour. We graduated about a year ago and she moved in with me a few months ago (I don't think she told her parents yet). I never thought I'd want to get married but now I was thinking about the money I'd need before I could even ask.
I'm about 6' tall, 180lbs and in decent shape as I run about 20 miles a week and lift a few days. I was an only child and my family only got together with our relatives at Christmas, so we didn't do a lot of hugging. Large get togethers make me uncomfortable so I'd always head to the least occupied room.
She was one of the most feminine people I know. Some women feel a need to put on super high heels and dress trashy to get a guy's attention, but her innocent appearance made me want to defile her constantly! I was insanely proud knowing she was an animal in the bedroom and that was just for me. I'd do just about anything to satisfy her sexual needs.
I spent a lot of time driving and visiting her over the summer. Heather seems so conservative compared to her family. Her parents made a very good living selling vast amounts of stuff like quartz and amethyst online. The house was very large and probably built with in the last 10 years but had a very homey vibe to it. They welcomed me as if I'd grown up with them which was nice but unexpected. I don't know if I could be that nice to someone who tried to hide the salami with my daughter every opportunity that presented itself.
I met Tammi, Heather's sister, when she got back from school -- her college had 2 more weeks than our school. For some reason Heather seemed apprehensive about me meeting her. I get it, I'm awkward around new people and I'm sure she wanted it to go well. Turns out there was nothing to fear, her sister and I got along fine as we enjoyed harassing each other. She's a good kid.
I'm now 22 and I had been working in for great company a year since graduation. I was in pretty good shape as I continued to work out after college. My job in tech support for a financial company paid decent money for someone fresh out of school. My apartment wasn't a huge, but it was nice and very reasonably affordable since they just built a large complex with several buildings and needed to fill it up, fast.
Heather had people smarts. She was a was in sales at a BMW dealership. She only worked about 25 hours a week. She still made serious money despite the hours. She did yoga 5 days a week and took care of me cooking and cleaning most days a week. We both like hiking, shopping together (particularly at warehouse stores), binge watching several TV series, cooking shows and sex!
Heather and I are very different. She could meet strangers and instantly have long conversations with them. Even though she's extremely enthusiastic in bed, I was a little timid about trying anything kinky because I knew I wanted to marry her. I might freak her out and not think I was husband material. Despite her enthusiasm, we'd almost never have sex in the morning because she claimed she'd be late for work, or she'd say she needed to recover from the night before.
