When Two Virgins Learned Love After Marriage

That night in our bed, we were at a loss for what to do. It wasn't that we didn't know; we just didn't know where to begin or how to end. It was our first night together, and I had no idea what to expect. We lay side by side, gazing at each other and occasionally asking questions.

We were exhausted. The events leading up to our wedding day had taken a toll on us. He lay still for a while, and after a few minutes, he drifted off to sleep, snoring softly. I took a final glance at him and whispered, “Sweet dreams, hun. See you tomorrow.”

That marked the first night of our honeymoon.

I was a virgin, but the thought of marrying another virgin had never crossed my mind. It was purely coincidental that I met Hubert and eventually married him. We only realized our shared status later in our relationship when it became clear that marriage was on the horizon.

Of course, I had my worries. The “what ifs” plagued my mind: “What if I found out he couldn’t perform after we were married?” 

“What if he had more ‘load’ than I could handle?”

“What if he was hiding a sickness?”

“Should we have sex the night before our wedding?”

“What if…”

But I resisted all temptations and remained strong until after our wedding.

That night, finally married, we lay next to each other, free to explore what pleased us. Yet, he was too tired and quickly fell asleep.

Morning arrived, and we spent the day going through gifts from friends and reading their congratulatory messages. As night fell, it was the second night of our honeymoon.

He was determined to make up for the previous night, and I was ready for him. We kissed, and soon he was on top of me. He searched for the ‘way,’ but each time he thought he found it, he couldn’t get in. I didn’t know how to assist him. He kept asking, “Is it in?” I repeatedly said no until I grew too tired to answer. Finally, he asked again, “Is it in?” I said yes, even though it was somewhere between my thighs. He managed to finish, but I felt nothing.

It didn’t feel right, and we both knew it.

On the third day, we couldn’t wait for nightfall to try again. Around noon, he climbed on top of me once more. He struggled to find his way, and I was too scared to help, fearing I might get it wrong and hurt myself. After several minutes, he suggested, “I think you need to shave everything off. That way, it’ll be easier to see where I’m going.”

I spent the rest of the day shaving and even explored myself to better assist him this time.

That evening, after bathing, I lay flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He came on top of me and began searching for his ‘way.’ This time, I was able to guide him to the right spot where he just needed to push. I felt a sharp pain as he forced his way through, but I managed to endure it. I knew he was in, and the resulting happiness made the pain bearable. He asked again, and I replied, “I think you’re finally in because I can feel you in my stomach.”

His face lit up with joy, and he continued.

I experienced a mix of pain and pleasure, and fortunately for me, he lasted only a few minutes before falling asleep, snoring.

“Wow, he went in,” I thought to myself, smiling. I felt happy and proud of us. It didn’t feel great, but it felt like a significant milestone in our lives.

That dawn, I felt his hand moving over my skin. We did it again. It still wasn’t amazing, but it felt necessary to keep exploring the ‘way’ we had opened up so it wouldn’t seal up by morning. We were sweaty and salty, as if we had climbed a mountain. He lasted longer than before, and I could see he was pleased.

In the early morning, while we were at it again for the third time (yes, we were serious about this), we heard a pastor on the radio saying, “You both are not married yet the styles you do in bed, even God himself is afraid. Repent before God’s anger descends on you.”

We both burst into laughter, and my husband remarked, “If this pastor is talking to us, then he obviously didn’t see our rings.” We laughed again.

Now, four years later, he no longer struggles to find his ‘way,’ and I don’t need to shave for him to have a clearer view. It simply goes in and out effortlessly.

It’s possible for two virgins to discover sex together after marriage. You don’t need to practice before marriage. He might explore between your thighs the first time, but he will eventually learn where the ‘hole’ is, and once he does, he won’t forget it.

—Fafali
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