My name is Lizzie and I am a 20 year old daughter of a preacher who drilled into me from an early age that boys and sex were a “no no” and, especially, that sex before marriage was forbidden.

I am very friendly but, because of Dad’s teaching, I’ve had little to do with guys beyond saying hello and goodbye.

My Dad, in fact, has always ruled me. Mom passed away when I was much younger, so it has been just him and me and I have done everything he’s asked because that was the "proper and respectable" way.

I even had to beg my father to allow me to stay in the dorms at college, instead of going to a local college and living at home. So, being in college is all new to me. I am still trying to respect my Dad’s wishes and finish college before becoming involved with anyone. Dad says there is plenty of time for boys after college.

I play all kinds of sports. At 5foot 4inches tall, with blonde hair, blue eyes and weighing 115lbs, I am in very good shape. We have a lot of team parties, some of which I go to, but mostly I stay in the dorm because of the way I was brought up.

When I became more familiar with the girls at college, I saw that, of course, they were all talking and flirting with guys. Although I was known to the 'in crowd' through playing sports, I remained on the outside because I had nothing to do with guys.

I didn’t wear make up or dress like everyone else. My dresses were long, falling way below the knee. So I was really plain, drab even, and despite having a nice figure I was not at all sexy.

One weekend we had a really big softball game and, as usual, there was a party after the game. My friends asked me to go to the party, which would be be one of the biggest of the year. It would be on the beach, with a camp fire, volleyball games, food and be a lot of fun – and, yes, guys would be there. I told my friends I probably should not go, but they begged and begged for me to go with them. They said they would stay with me all the time and, finally, I was persuaded.

We won the softball game and so everyone was really excited. We went back to our dorms to change from our uniforms into beach clothes. Because of my father's beliefs, I did not own a bathing suit, so I put on a pair of long shorts and a big T shirt.

A friend asked, “Where’s your bathing suit?”

I explained I didn't have one, so another friend gave me one of hers to wear. When she handed it to me, my eyes grew wide in alarm and I told her that I could not wear that. I told her that my father would kill me if he saw me in something like that, because it hardly covered anything. After several minutes of discussion, my friend convinced me to wear it under my clothes, just in case I changed my mind, though I knew I would not.

We left for the beach and, I must admit, I was a little nervous. This would be the first time I had been out to a party with a lot of guys in an unsupervised atmosphere, and when I would depend on someone to get me back to the dorms.

At the beach, we unloaded the cars of chairs, blankets, food and drinks. The nets were already set up for the volleyball games. Everyone removed their clothes down to their bathing suits - except for me. The bathing suit would have been too revealing but I was comfortable in my shorts and T-shirt. No one said anything to me, because they knew how I felt.

With everything set up, we got the balls out to start a volleyball game. We picked sides and the game began. There were several guys on each team but one in particular caught my eye. Joe was over 6feet with sandy blond hair and beautiful blue eyes. And he was very fit and well built from playing sports.

I had seen him around school and he had spoken to me but, as I said earlier, it was always just a hello and goodbye from me. I never carried on a long conversation because Dad would not have approved and in no way did I want to disappoint him.

As the night went on, Joe and I, being on the same team, began to talk and smile, getting to know each other a bit more. Joe was a real gentleman and very kind. The ball was hit over to our side and we both went for it - and collided. We tumbled to the ground, Joe landing on top of me. We looked at each other, and I hurried to get out from under him.

Joe saw the fear in my eyes and got up very quickly and then offered his hand to help me up. I looked at him, hesitated for a moment, but then grasped his hand. We looked at each other again and went back to the game.

After the game, the guys went to get wood for the camp fire while we girls set up the chairs and got the food ready for the fire. When the guys returned, they started the fire immediately as it was getting dark. We pulled our chairs close to the fire and, surprisingly, Joe put his chair next to mine. I thought about moving but didn't want to appear silly or draw attention to myself and, really, what harm were we doing? We were with a bunch of other kids so, surely, nothing would happen.

We were all talking and enjoying ourselves when Joe asked me to go for a walk. I said “no” but, after a while, he asked again. He was such a gentleman and I thought, “Why not?" and agreed to walk with him.

We walked along the beach. It was a beautiful night, the moon was bright and the water looked like glass. We talked and laughed about a lot of different things concerning school. Joe spotted a log over to the side and asked if I would like to sit and chat. Reluctantly, I agreed.

We sat and talked about our childhood and how we grew up. I told Joe I was a preacher's daughter and explained how I was raised. I told him I was never allowed around boys, much less date any. Joe was surprised yet seemed to understand. We talked for quite some time, till I thought we had better head back to the others. Joe asked if he could kiss me first. I said I’d never kissed a boy and he said it would be okay.

Joe put his arm around me and leaned in to kiss my cheek. I thought that was all it would be and that it wasn't so bad. I smiled and as I did Joe put his lips on mine. I pulled back but he held me tight and told me to relax. I told him I was scared but he said he would never hurt me, he just wanted to kiss me and he had liked me for a long time. I tried to relax as he placed his lips on mine. Because I had never kissed a boy, I really didn't know what to do.

Joe was patient and again told me to relax and let our lips press together. As I did, I felt his tongue between my lips, pushing them open. Then his tongue came into my mouth and found my tongue. Our tongues began to twirl together like we were on a dance floor. This was all new to me and I didn't know how to react. Joe slid both his arms around me and held me so close I didn't think I could breathe.

I finally broke free of the kiss and asked him to take me back to the group. Joe was apologetic. But right then I just wanted to get back to the rest of the group. We walked back in silence and, when we sat on our chairs, we didn't talk much for the rest of the night.

Back at the dorm, my girlfriends wanted to know what had happened between Joe and me. They thought we both seemed a bit upset when we came back. I told them nothing had happened but they kept asking, knowing something was wrong.

I finally told them Joe had kissed me, the very first kiss I'd had from a boy. I went on to explain my life growing up as a preacher’s daughter and how kissing a boy was just not allowed until after college when I might begin thinking of marriage.

My friends were very surprised and all offered bits of advice. But, growing up like that all your life, you don't just change overnight. So I told them I was tired and wanted to go to bed.

I went to my room and shut the door. I didn't want to hear any more about what had happened. I got ready for bed, removing my shorts and T-shirt. I was still wearing the bikini my friend had loaned me and I looked at myself in the full-length mirror for first time.

All at once, I saw myself in a whole new light. I was actually very pretty and had a very nice figure, which I had been hiding all these years. I rubbed my fingers across my lips where Joe had kissed me. I thought, “What have I missed all these years? Could Dad have been wrong? Was it possible he had just been too strict?”

I was 20 years old and had never been kissed until tonight and, to be honest, I liked it. I removed the bikini and took another long look at myself before putting on my pyjamas and climbing into bed. I continued to rub my fingers across my lips as I fell asleep.

I got up the next morning and decided I wanted to change. I wanted to be like every other girl. I knew what Dad had taught me but maybe he had been wrong, or just too protective since mother had passed away.

I asked some of my girlfriends to take me shopping. I wanted some new clothes. I was tired of the same drab outfits I had been wearing. “Am I ready for this?,” I thought. “Am I rushing? It was, after all, just one night, only one kiss.”

But I didn’t hesitate. “No,” I told myself, “I have had a lifetime of hiding behind long dresses and a stern preacher father. It's time for a change, I am in college now and I’m 20 years old.”

My friends and I went to the mall to shop. They chose different outfits for me to try on. We laughed and had a good time. As I tried on the clothes, standing to look at my reflection in the mirrors, I knew I had made the right decision.

I paid for my articles and buried my long drab dress in a bag. I knew I would need it when I went to visit Dad but, for now, I’d decided to wear one of my new outfits on the journey home.

We walked out of the store laughing. I felt really confident about myself and thought I looked pretty good in my denim mini-skirt and and body-hugging white pullover shirt. The low, scooped neckline was very daring, displaying my cleavage. I’d never worn anything like it and it felt so different, so liberating.

At the dorm, Joe was waiting for me. He wanted to make sure I was okay from the night before. He was shocked when he saw me.

"Lizzie, is that you?" he asked, taking my hand and twirling me around.

“Yes Joe, it's me."

"What, why, what happened Lizzie?"

“You Joe, you happened,” I said and smiled. “When I got back to my dorm last night, I realized I wanted to change. I wanted to be like everyone else.”

Looking at Joe, I put my fingers to my lips again. "I liked it when you kissed me."

Joe grasped my hand and, looking at me, said, “You’re beautiful Lizzie. Well, you were beautiful before but now you’re radiant. You look so happy, Lizzie."

He pulled me close and I put my arms around him. Joe pressed his lips on mine and this time I kissed him back, as fully and completely as I knew how.

From then, we started dating. For several months we never went further than kissing. Sometimes the kissing got pretty hot and heavy, but we would always stop.

On the weekend of the last softball game of the season, another big party around a campfire at the beach was planned. By then, Joe and I were a couple and I was enjoying college life.

But I felt that something was still missing.

Game won, we headed to the beach. This time I rode with Joe. We talked about how our relationship had grown and how happy we were. But I told Joe that I felt that something was missing.

He didn't understand what I meant. “We’ve got a great relationship, haven’t we?“ he asked. “We’re both honor roll students. I thought everything was great. I’m confused.”

We’d arrived at the beach by then and Joe and I were again on the same team for the volleyball match. And, yet again, when the ball came flying over between us, we both jumped up to hit it but instead we collided in mid-air and down we went. Yes, Joe fell on top of me again!

This time I wasn't so eager to get up. We stared into each other’s eyes and we were lost for a few moments. Then I heard someone yell, asking if we were okay. We snapped out of our trance and got up. But, at that moment, I knew what was missing.

After the game, I asked Joe to go for a walk. We strolled along the beach under a starlit sky and he put an arm around me. We reached the log we had sat on that first night, the log where I had received my first kiss.

I stopped and pointed. "Look Joe, it's the log, the log where you first kissed me."

He smiled and we walked over to the log. Joe pulled me close and kissed me and I wrapped my arms around him. We kissed for a long time under the twinkling stars.

"Joe?"

"Yes Lizzie?"

"Joe, I want you to make love to me, right here, right now... "

"Here Lizzie? Are you sure?"

"Yes Joe, please. That's what is missing. I want you to make love to me.” I looked up at him, pleadingly. “Please Joe."

We kissed again and both become very excited. I felt my panties getting wet. I wasn't really sure what was happening but I knew I liked the feeling. Joe removed his shirt, placed it on the ground, and laid me down on it.

He looked down at me. “Are you sure?”

I nodded and Joe reached to pull my T-shirt over my head. He kept looking at my face for any signs to stop but I felt only desire; I wanted him to love me.

He unhooked my bra and slid it off so that I was bare from the waist up. Joe caressed my breasts and I moaned with pleasure. He sucked a nipple and pinched the other with his hand. Both nipples became hard like little pebbles. I arched my back, moaning, and Joe continued caressing my nipples with one hand and slid the other down to my shorts.

Joe followed his hand with kisses down my tummy and soon both his hands were at my shorts. My eyes were closed. I was lost in what was happening. Joe pulled my shorts down to my knees and began kissing my tummy again. He didn’t want to rush anything; he wanted my first time to be special.

He put a hand between my thighs, slightly spreading them, and I began to move my hips as his finger massaged my clit through my very wet panties. I was very excited, enjoying everything Joe did.

Joe moved down my body, kissing me as he went. He kissed my mound through my panties, and I moaned loudly. Next, my shorts were removed completely and Joe spread my legs so that he could get between my thighs. He moved my panties to one side and slid a finger up and down my slit, spreading my juices. He then brought his finger to my lips and rubbed the juice on my lips for me to taste. I licked my lips. He returned his fingers to my soaking wet pussy. Again pulling my panties to the side, he poked his tongue against my slit, spreading my lips apart.

My hips raised so that I pressed against his tongue. That was all Joe needed to know that I was okay with what was happening. He pulled off my panties and buried his face in my pussy, sucking, licking and lapping his tongue inside me. I was out of control, moaning loudly. I didn't realize what was happening or what was about to happen. All I knew was that it felt good.

Joe continued sucking and licking. My lips were swollen, my clit was hard, and I was close to cumming. He then took one finger and massaged the opening of my pussy. Alarmed, I closed my legs fast. Joe explained it was okay, he wouldn't hurt me, but if I wanted him to stop he would. I shook my head.

"Just please don't hurt me,” I whispered.

"I won't Lizzie,” he promised, tenderly.

I spread my legs again and Joe massaged my pussy before sliding his finger inside, just to the first knuckle. He went back to sucking my clit and I was soon moving my hips again. My hands were in his hair, my hips were pushing up, and I was about to cum and didn't know it. Why would I? I’d never cum before.

Joe sucked hard on my clit and moved his finger in and out of my pussy. I began to bounce and scream and my whole body shook. He continued sucking, wanting me to cum again. It wasn't long before I did, my body shaking hard, tears streaming from my eyes. Joe stopped and moved up to cuddle me till I calmed down. I held him close. Joe said that I’d just experienced my first orgasm, my first climax. He asked if I wanted to continue. Silly question!

Joe warned me to expect some pain when his cock entered me, when he would break my hymen. He would be gentle and slow, he said, and the pain would pass quickly. I was scared but I wanted to feel like a woman. I wanted to know what I had been missing. And I wanted to share the experience with Joe.

Joe kissed me again and loomed over me. He had unwrapped a condom and rolled it on. Slowly he placed his cock at the entrance of my pussy.

"Baby, are you ready?"

"Yes Joe, please enter me... make me feel like a woman."

Joe pushed slowly between my pussy lips and I cried out. He stopped.

"Keep going Joe, please don't stop."

He pushed again, I cried out again. “It hurts Joe.”

He left his cock nestled and throbbing in me until I got used to his size. Then Joe burst deep into me and I cried out with pain but he whispered in my ear, “That’s it, Lizzie. The pain will go now.”

Joe was right. The pain eased and it began to feel good. I began to move my hips in tune with his thrusts. I wanted more, I wanted all of him.

"Joe, fuck me please. Fuck me hard."

With that he thrust harder and quicker, pumping and pounding into my pussy. I was taking all of Joe. I never knew how good something could feel.

Joe increased his pace and he started groaning as I thrust back up at him, wanting all of him.

"Fuck me Joe! I'm cumming!"

I was screaming, my body was shaking: I was cumming. As my orgasm ended, Joe thrust even harder and faster, and soon I climaxed again, and this time it sent Joe over the edge. I felt his cock thicken and harden and then he was grunting and gasping as his seed spurted into the condom.

After he finished, he withdrew his cock and lay beside me, cuddling me close. We kissed and we told each other of our love. I had never felt so close to anyone in all my life.

From that moment on, I was a different person. At the end of the college year we went home. I had a lot to tell Dad about my life in college but I'd decided what Joe and I shared would remain private between us.

We continued to talk over the phone but, as time went on, our calls got shorter and less frequent…

The last I heard, Joe was engaged to be married. I wish him the best. What we shared cannot be taken from us, and I will always fondly remember the night I lost my virginity. I thank Joe with all my heart for making it a very memorable time for me.