Before meeting my wife, I dated an Ethiopian girl called Tsega for just under two years. Tsega was in the US on a student visa, and was deeply religious (Seventh Day Adventist). She’d been raised on a mission compound in Ethiopia and was very strict when it came to certain things, like diet and relationships. Basically, after a few dates, I found out that she was a virgin and wouldn’t even entertain the thought of sex outside marriage.

Tsega was tall (about 5’8″), slim, with beautiful hair and ebony skin, flawless legs, and a nice round ass. She was sexy in every sense of the word. Whenever she was around, it was hard to notice or pay attention to anything else. For me, she was absolutely intoxicating.

I was really disappointed, though, that sex before marriage was off the table. At night, alone, I would masturbate furiously to pictures of her, imagining what it would be like to sleep with her, but beyond holding hands and the occasional brief goodbye kiss, she was insistent that nothing further would happen.

One day, I went along to her church with her. Honestly, it felt weird going to church on a Saturday, and I certainly didn’t agree with much of what was going on, but I got to spend time with her and I always enjoyed her company, so I went along with it.

After church, we went to my place to get some lunch. It was a warm sunny day out, and Tsega was wearing a white blouse, a black skirt, and black tights. The skirt was quite tight, accenting the shape of her ass, and the tights and heels she wore with them definitely showed off her amazing legs. Sexy as hell.

Anyway, we had some lunch, and then, for some reason, we had an argument. I honestly, to this day, cannot remember what we argued about, but I remember that she stormed out of my apartment and downstairs to her car. I remember looking out the window and seeing her sitting in her car, then getting out of the car and sitting on the grass nearby, crying. I went downstairs after a few minutes – it was obvious she didn’t want to leave. As I walked towards her, her phone started buzzing, and I could see from the screen that her dad was on the phone. So, I waited. And waited some more. She chatted away with her dad in Amharic, a language I did not understand one bit, while I just stood there and waited.

It must have been about 30 minutes later when the conversation ended and she got off the phone.