I was really making love-not just drunken sex

When I came home for summer break after my freshman year of college, I was shocked to find how much my family’s little next-door neighbor, Amy, had changed. When I left for UCLA, she was a little chubby and kinda awkward looking, if you know what I mean. But man did she look amazing as a recent high school grad. She had lost her baby fat and her glasses and her body was GREAT!

Of course, I was stunned. She had graduated and would be joining me at UCLA in the fall. She was 18 and I was just about to turn 20. And that summer we started hanging out. I found her to be a really great person--very interesting and fun. Of course, in high school I was always too cool to be seen with her, so I never got to know her. Now that we were spending time together, we really hit it off. We had very similar senses of humor and interests. But never did I dream that it would develop into anything more than a good friendship.

One night our respective parents went to a party and would not be back until around 1 a.m. So I went over to their house to hang out. We watched some movies and were just laughing and joking around.

Sitting there on the couch next to her, I realized I was really falling for Amy-and we weren’t even drinking! That’s when she started to rub my leg. Then we began to kiss and she started to take off my shirt. I took the hint and returned the favor; and it just escalated from there. Eventually, she led me to her parents' bedroom and we made love.

This was only my third time and it was her first. It was the best I had ever had. For the first time in my life, I was really making love-not just drunken sex. From that moment on, we began dating exclusively.

We have been dating for three years now and when I graduate next month, I'm going to propose to her.