Rivkah’s Awakening - Sex Stories

Rivkah’s Awakening

... that happens in my community," I explained.

"Then how do you meet guys?" Brianna asked, completely confused by my way of life.

"Well, we only date for marriage," I said matter of factly.

Brianna had a very quizzical look on her face. "So, like it is an arranged marriage?" she asked, trying to understand.

"Not in my family. Matchmakers will set up most of my friends and me. We will date for a little while to see if we share the same goals and values and then get married," I said, hoping she wasn't judging me.

"Wow, that is so interesting. I guess that means you've never had sex. I can't imagine going without it!" Brianna said with a huge smile across her face.

I paused for a moment, uncertain how to respond. Sex was a topic we never discussed in my community. I knew sex was how a baby was made, but that was about it. I looked down at the ground while trying to find the right words.

I soon felt Brianna's hand on my forearm. I looked up at her as she began to speak. "I am sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable again. I guess talking about sex has always been easy for me. I've always been a sexual person that I sometimes forget that not everyone is," Brianna explained with deep empathy in her voice.

I felt calm as I felt her hand move down to mine. We looked at each other and smiled.

"I guess you've had a lot of boyfriends, huh?" I asked, trying to take some of the attention off of me.

"Let's just say I've never been wanting in the guy ...

... department," she said coyly.

"I've never even touched a guy before. According to Jewish law, I can only touch my husband and my closest male relatives. It must be so freeing to be able to touch and be touched by whoever you want," I said.

"It is so interesting how different our lives are. Yet, for some reason, I feel really connected to you," Brianna admitted.

Over the next several months, Brianna and I would spend every free moment with each other. With each day, I felt closer to her. We each shared parts of ourselves that we didn't share with others.

I was always surprised to see how interested she was in hearing about my life and community. She would ask me all these questions about how I was raised, and the holidays I observed. Yet, it never felt like she was judging me or fetishizing my life. It always felt like she was genuinely curious about who I was and where I came from.

I wanted to give her a glimpse into my life outside of school. It was a big step, and I wasn't sure how she would feel about me once she met my family, but I decided to invite her to my house for a Shabbat lunch.

I decided that asking her in person was the best way to go about it. My classes had never gone as slowly as it did that day.

"What if she says no?" I found myself wondering to myself. I had never been so nervous in my life.

Maybe she wouldn't want to enter my world as much as I have entered hers. I knew I needed to take the risk. Not having her near me drove me crazy ...