My husband and I have been loving everyone’s stories in this group, so we decided we should start posting a few of our own. As a bit of background, before dating my husband I was what many of you might call a “Molly Mormon.” I had kissed a couple guys, but never any more than that. Honestly, I’d never even masturbated or seen anyone else naked. All of that changed quickly when my husband and I met. My husband was a bit more experienced than me. He had made out with a few girls, played with and sucked on a few girls boobs, been given a few hand jobs (always over clothes), and reached into one girl’s pants to finger her. On top of that he jerked off frequently and had dabbled in looking at porn.

A lot of our early friendship took place over text and quickly evolved past “friendly” conversations. Within a few days, we were talking about much dirtier things, I don’t even know how that got started. But it was things like me confessing I’d never seen a penis, and asking what his looked like. Him asking me how big my boobs were, and what my nipples looked like. Me asking him if he ever touched himself (which I remember feeling so dirty because it turned me on that he told me he was as we spoke). Him asking me if I ever got horny enough that my pussy got wet (which led to a very inappropriate google search for my good girl LDS eyes because I’d never heard of girls getting wet or experienced it myself). I asked him what happened when guys got excited (I’d heard the word boner, but had no idea what it meant).

From innocent questions out of curiosity, we quickly turned to sexting. Talking about all the dirty things we wanted to do and try with each other. Talking about what we wanted to see of each other. And all of this was before we ever hung out just the two of us.

When we finally decided to do something just to two of us, we decided we were going to go to a local gym and play basketball together. But when we got there, the courts were taken for some rec league basketball games. It was then I did one of the most daring things I’d done up to that point. I turned to him and asked, “wanna go make out in my car instead?” Now at this point I was driving an old suburban, so I knew there’d be plenty of room in the back for us to make out. He responded, “of course,” took me by the hand and led me out of the gym.

When we got to the suburban I moved where it was parked to somewhere with less lights and immediately asked, “want to go to the backseat?” He didn’t even respond, just immediately got out of the car and got back in the back seat. When I got back there with him, he immediately pulled me in for a kiss. And we aren’t talking a cute, innocent first kiss like a good boy and good girl. This was immediately a passionate make out session.

I’d been telling him over text I wanted to feel his hands start at my pussy and slide up over my tits. Well within only a few minutes, I felt his hand sliding between my legs. Wearing only basketball shorts and panties, I could feel every inch of his hand as he slid it along my pussy (outside my pants) and up my stomach onto my boobs which he grabbed and gave a nice squeeze to. I couldn’t help but moan into his mouth as we were still making out.

He pulled his head back and asked, “oh did you like that?” and gave a wink. I could only muster a response of, “yes, even more than I imagined.” He asked, “can I touched anything under your clothes?” and I responded by pulling the neckline of my shirt away from my body and telling him to stick his hand under my shirt and bra. He asked how far he could put his hand on my tits and I told him to go slow and I’ll tell you when to stop.

He started sliding his hand into my shirt and I felt it slowly slip inside my bra and down across my boob. It felt so good I couldn’t get myself to tell him to stop. When he paused for a second, I told him to keep going. He explained he was already at my nipples and proved it by giving them a pinch and pull.

Up to that point in my life, I think that’s the most physical pleasure I’d ever experienced. My head rocked back and I let out a moan like I never had before. Once he released the pressure of his fingers on my nipples I told him, “don’t stop, do that again” and I immediately started making out with him again. We stayed in that parking lot for hours, him with his hands in my shirt playing with my boobs and nipples, the two of us making out.

From then on out, he and I declared that parking lot “our spot” and we made out there almost every night so roommates wouldn’t catch us being so naughty.