I met my future husband while in college. On our first date, Steve had taken me to the movies. When our date was coming to it’s end, as any gentleman should; he walked me to my front door. At the time, I thought he was being a bit forward. He kissed me on my lips. More to the point, he tried to push his tongue into my mouth. As I was trying to persuade his tongue from entering my mouth, I felt his hand on my left buttock. I quickly stopped his advances and said, “good night.” I wasn’t expecting to hear from him again. Yet, the next day…he called me.

And so, on our 2nd date, we decided to watch a movie in my apartment. Not more than 30 minutes into the movie, Steve had placed his hand on my thigh. Without question, my body tensed up. I began to question his motives. Hoping to relieve the tension, I offered him some popcorn. I offered him another soft drink. He declined my offering. I quickly came to the realization, that Steve wasn’t interested in the movie. In a slow and yet methodical way, his hand began to inch it’s way up, towards my crotch.

For the quickest moment, when I felt Steve’s lips on my neck; his hand bcame a mute point. When he began to nibble my ear lobe; my body was experiencing a new sensation. I leapt back to reality, when I felt Steve’s hand on my crotch. As his fingers began to fight the snap to my jeans; I quickly put a stop to his advances.

I was raised in a very conservative household. Though my parents were strict, they were also very fair, in how they raised me. I never feared my parents. In a more profound manner of speaking; I respected them. Both of my parents were inclined to spank me, if my behavior warranted it. When I compared myself to my friends in high school, I knew that my parents kept me on a short leash. At the age of 16, my parents allowed me to date. However, my curfew was set for 10pm. News travels fast. Everyone was aware of my early curfew. I hardly ever got asked out on a date. No one wanted to end their evening at the 10 o’clock hour. When I graduated from high school; I was a virgin.

When I started college, as crazy as this might sound; I was determined to stay a virgin. My mother always said, “the experience” would be more satisfying and rewarding, if I was a virgin on my honeymoon. Like any other teenager, I thought about sex. I wondered, what it would feel like. Yet, I never dared myself to act upon my thoughts.

So, instead of watching the movie; I explained myself to Steve. Was he surprised? More to the point, he was in a state of shock; of total disbelief. Like so many others, I expected Steve to run away. Yet…he didn’t. In the months that followed, we truly got to know each other. We talked, we listened to each other; we became friends.