Well I will tell you how it all got started, she and I lived next door to each other. Our parents were friends, so we hung out together a lot. She was older than me by three years, but we were best friends. For example, when she got together with her friends, and were going somewhere, she would come back for me and have me tag along. When we sat down somewhere, she always had me sit beside her. She would comb my hair and do my nails. She would always want to dress me, choosing what I should wear.

When I was twelve and she was fifteen her parents were going out of town and she invited me go with them. I sat in the middle beside her, snuggled up close to her, because on my other side was her big bad brother. When we arrived at her grandma's house, she and I shared a room, it had a big queen size bed. That night, after we put our night gowns on and were ready for bed, she pulled me over and just hugged me tight and kissed me on the cheeks and then the mouth. I hung on while she hugged and kissed me, until she finally let me go. I just shrugged it off, and leaned back into her arms and she hugged me some more and kissed my cheeks and told me how much she love holding me and kissing me.

In bed, snuggled up close to each other, she put her hand down into my pants and started to touch and rub me, until I laid back while she felt me up. Then she laid back and told me to feel her up, the feel of her wet panties and her swollen lips made me tremble inside. She took off her panties and spread her legs and had me finger her, then she helped me take off my panties and she fingered me. We took off our night gowns, and laid naked together in the warm bed and she kissed me and I kissed her. While I was kissing her nipples she pushed finger deep inside of me. This was our first experience love making.

Later, when I was seventeen and she was twenty, she asked me to come up to her college for game day. I went to spend the weekend with her, and we had our first real all weekend date. We held hands and she put her arm around my shoulder and would pull me up to her and kiss my cheek, in public. She was coming out to her friends at school and taking me along with her. It was both frightening and liberating to show affection in public. By the time we went to the game we walked holding hands and kissed when they scored. No one said anything to us, it was a magic weekend.

After college, we lived together and made love all the time. One day we were sitting outside this ice cream parlor and she asked me if I wanted to get married. I said yes. We live in a friendly state, and we went and got our licesne, called our families and we married at a little chapple we both like. After dinner, I was helping my mom with the dishes, and I asked her how long she had known about us. her answer was from the time I was seven. She had always known.