I met Christina while having lunch at a local diner. She was a year out of high school, and at the time she was very shy and reserved, which I think is what initially attracted me to her. That and the fact that even though she dressed conservatively, I could tell she had a magnificent body. Even with her hair wrapped in a tight bun and her geeky bookworm glasses covering her eyes, it was apparent that she had a beautiful face, as well.
I introduced myself and asked her if she’d like to go out on a date, but she shyly turned me down. Still, I didn’t let myself get discouraged. I went back there for lunch every day for nearly a month, and I asked her out every time until she finally agreed to a date. We really hit it off, but it was clear to me that Christina was a “good girl.” Even though we dated all summer and had some pretty hot make-out sessions, having sex was out of the question.
There was an innocence to Christina that I’d never felt coming from another girl, and I have to admit that I eventually fell in love with her. After finishing college and taking my rightful place in my family’s business, I asked Christina to marry me, and she accepted. On our wedding night, I found out for certain that she was a virgin. My six-inch penis felt as though it was in a silk vise.