My first romance happened while I was teaching and working on my Masters. It was very unexpected. I was in my office grading papers. I was happy with my life, content, yet had a feeling that something big was about to happen. Deeply engrossed in my student’s exams, from a distance I heard a voice. An interesting voice, with an accent, saying, “I’ve seen you walking by my classroom, but never had a chance to say hello.”
I looked up and saw the most piercing blue eyes – my legs felt limp, my heart rushed. I was finally able focus on the person standing there who was now saying, “I’d like to take you to lunch.” Time seemed to stand still, but I managed to utter, “I can’t, I’m married.” I heard a laugh that sounded like bells ringing as the answer came back, “I’m not asking you to marry me, I’m asking you out to lunch.”
There were many lunches and I never tired of listening to Steve with his beautiful accent and his stories of world travel…all while looking into those eyes. He had fled from Hungary to the United States and was teaching Sociology. His stories were filled with romance and mystery.
We started meeting at his apartment in the afternoons. I would sit on the couch, he would be in his favorite chair – we couldn’t stop talking about traveling and romantic places. He had the most perfect profile and I would sit there gazing at him as if in a trance. I could imagine us on a beach in a passionate embrace.
My life had changed, I couldn’t sleep or eat and my marriage to my husband Walton was “a marriage without romance,” and I was still a virgin. I couldn’t wait for the days during the week when Steve and I would meet. Steve had never even kissed me, and I longed for that kiss imagining what his lips would feel like against mine.
Friends had warned me that he was a “Don Juan,” and that as soon as he had seduced me, he would be gone. About six months went by, and one day as we sat and talked he said, “darling, the next time you come here, we will make love.”
Aware of the warnings from my friends, I avoided running into Steve, determined to forget him. I was miserable and knew that sooner or later I would go back to his apartment. Every part of my being wanted him, and it didn’t matter what people said – he was my soul mate and I realized during the time that I couldn’t see him, that I longed for him to take me in his arms and fulfill all my dreams of the perfect romance.
Then the day came…Steve spotted me across campus and came running after me, asking “darling, darling, where have you been?” I knew then that he loved me as much as I loved him. Back at his place we were suddenly in bed, and before I knew it, the act had been consummated. He was embarrassed, saying…”darling, the next time will be better…you have to realize that I waited over six months!”
I drove home laughing out loud. So this was what sex was all about. What a relief, now I could go back to my normal life. I could eat again, sleep again…I didn’t feel as though anything had happened at all. I didn’t feel guilty, just relieved that now I knew the secret that had eluded me.
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