The evening was tranquil, while the rained softly patted against the window pane. Laid peacefully in bed was a somewhat tired Christina, curled underneath Orel's arm. She perked up "So why do they call it the breakfast club? It has nothing to do with breakfast." Orel let out a muffled, short laugh "Well I don't know… that's just the name of the movie." She subtly shook her head in response while rolling her eyes. "Jeez, I didn't make the movie." Orel replied as he looked down at her with a blissful smile. He really couldn't help but admire her, even when she didn't understand his taste in movies but despite that, he loved her- he really loved her- and she loved him.

Christina really enjoyed when the two of them could actually be alone together; her and Orel are usually in class, somewhere public, or their dorm mates are spending the night in either of their dorms. Needles to say, it was pretty rare when the two of them got the chance to savour an entire night together (alone).

Once the movie was over, it had gotten pretty late; "Could you please walk me back to my dorm?" Christina asked while making a playful kissy face at her boyfriend. "Gee, I guess I could walk you back…" his expression shifted from sincere to romantic "oorrrr, you could just stay here tonight??" She stopped in her tracks and thought about his offer for half a second: On the one hand, she loved the idea of falling asleep in Orel's arms, but on the other hand, she's never slept with him before. Christina pondered that thought for a moment … sleeping with Orel. She got a sort of thrill just thinking about it. "Well, I guess it's still raining pretty hard." She knew -they both knew- that God was probably shaking his head at them, but it would be alright as long as they kept their tongues to themselves and kept their clothes on. "A devoted and pure woman doesn't lay with a man until she's married, Christina, remember that." She heard her mother's bitter voice crash around in her head as she made her way back to Orel's bed. Then suddenly it hit her: "Oh wait! I don't have any clothes to sleep in." She felt a bit dumb saying that, and slightly cringed at the thought of it. Orel delightfully offered for her to sleep in one of his t-shirts -nay- one of his favourite t-shirts. Christina giggled and went to go change in the adjoining bathroom.

"I don't have any clothes to sleep in" Christina mumbled to herself in a mocking tone "what are you, five?? You really couldn't have sounded any less sexy." She irritatedly spoke in the confinement of the bathroom walls. She wanted to take her time in the bathroom, after all, sharing the night with someone for the first time is a big step, especially when you and your boyfriend are devoted christians who have never even made out for more than five minutes at a time. Christina felt she was being a little dramatic, but she couldn't help but weigh the consequences of this last minute decision. Was she really just sleeping with him or was she sleeping with him? "No." She thought, Orel would never make her do something she didn't want to do; although she'd be lying if she said she didn't want to…

While Christina was in the bathroom, Orel prepared his bedding as he normally does before going to bed, set his alarm clock for 6:00 AM and got his books ready to go for the next morning; just the usual routine. Orel sat carefully on the edge of his bed while certain intrusive thoughts began to plague his mind, thoughts of doubt. He wanted to ask God if he was doing something sinful, but he didn't bother asking because he already knew the answer to that question. As Orel started to undress, he felt a strong feeling of awareness punch him right in the gut and began to hear an acutely vexatious voice inside his head. Maybe it was his own subconscious or maybe it was God. Either way, it was telling him one thing: "Keep it in your pants!"

Any thought of doubt fled Orel's head the very moment that Christina walked out of the bathroom. He could swear that he saw an angel, dressed in an oversized gray university shirt; to him, she was nothing short of perfect. Coincidentally, Christina felt the exact same way about Orel. She knew that she absolutely won the boyfriend lottery and she wasn't just thinking in terms of his looks, no, Christina definitely admired his selflessness; to her, he deserved the world.

Orel could practically see the concern radiating off of Christina. He gave her an endearing look and spoke gently to her "Look, if you really just want to go back to your dorm, I can walk you there." She turned her face up to his and looked somewhat sad "No, no. I really do want to stay with you tonight. I just…" Christina swiftly backed away "I don't want to feel like we're doing something wrong or like we're breaking some kind of rule. I don't know." Orel very much understood the feeling Christina was explaining to him and even though she wasn't making much sense with her words, he felt at the same time that she was making all the sense in the world. "Do you feel like we're doing something wrong?" He asked fairly. The last thing Orel would want is for Christina to feel genuinely uneasy or uncomfortable. "Well, we both know lying is a sin…" Orel quickly shook his head in agreement "so, if I'm being honest, I know that sleeping together maybe wrrroonngg… but I feel more wrong knowing that I don't really care about the rules tonight." Orel felt a tingle deep down hearing Christina say that. They both knew exactly what they truly wanted that night, but neither of them would dare mention it out loud.

Orel approached Christina and let her fall faintly into him. "If it makes you feel better, I don't really care about the rules tonight either. This was my idea after all." It honestly did make Christina feel better, because she knew that he would legitimately do whatever he could to make her stay, even if that meant faithfully taking the entire blame for their "sin" that night. Orel wouldn't want God to be upset with Christina and he was right, it was his idea after all. He tilted his head in a downward motion to kiss Christina's perfume-scented neck and just like that, Christina immediately got the idea that they weren't just sleeping together that night, and she didn't care; she wanted him.

"Let's lay down" she interrupted eagerly. Orel, of course, obliged and soon enough they found themselves embracing each other in Orel's bed, while the feeling of warmth fell over them like a feather-light blanket. They couldn't help but love each other so much; Christina felt incomplete without Orel and Orel felt incomplete without Christina. They felt so connected to each other and it was no mystery as to why they wanted to share a certain kind of intimacy with each other; the kind of intimacy that they find themselves craving every once in a while, but the kind of intimacy that they knew they couldn't repress any longer, no matter what they've been told. The two of them were so used to tippy toe-ing around these specific and immense emotions waving above them.

Christina reached up to Orel's lips and brushed her lips against his. She could feel his warm breath delicately penetrate her mouth as she went in to kiss him. The passion she felt was absolutely undeniable and she decided to act on that intense passion by slipping her tongue into his mouth. Orel was visibly charmed by such an action and returned the favour. He casually reached over her and propped himself on top of her body and slowly moved his hand up her shirt, reaching just below her breast. Christina wanted him so badly, physically and emotionally. She took his hand and placed it on her chest and she enjoyed the feeling of him groping her while she roughy ran her fingers through his silky brown hair. With Orel gently grinding between Christina's pale legs, she had the pleasure of being able to feel how hard he was. It gave her goosebumps knowing that he wanted her too. They took a few moments to undress each other but before their intimate parts could be revealed, Christina, without hesitation, peeled herself from Orel's flushed face and made an urgent motion "Can we please turn the lamp off?" Orel kissed down the arch of her abdomen to soak in her refinement before reaching for the lamp's switch.

Now in absolute darkness, with only the moonlight casting streaks of light onto them, Orel lightly slipped Christina's undergarments off and he could feel how cold she was, and lifted himself back to her face and began kissing her again while gracefully running the palms of his hands up and down her arms and legs. She decided to take back the reigns by sliding her hand into Orel's boxers and wrap her hand around him without a second thought. "Mmhh" Orel exhaled with pleasure and placed his hand on top of hers, in a slow stroking motion, as if he was showing her how to touch him. Christina could not deny that she loved every minute of the affection; she never knew Orel could be so sensual, and honestly it was great to experience this side of him for the first time.

Orel threw the cover over the two of them before completely taking off his boxers and hopped back on top of Christina. He was sitting on his knees with Christina's legs propped up on his thighs, hugging his waist. They were both so ready for this. "Wait, we should use a condom." Christina piped up cautiously, to which Orel agreed "Oh ya, there's some in the top drawer beside you." Christina reached across from her and ripped off a condom from the pack and handed it to Orel with a goofy smile on her face. "Why do you even have condoms anyway?" Orel put the wrapper in between his teeth to tear it open "for times like this." He said with a soft chuckle. And it was true, Orel never planned on having sex before marriage, but he was also a very "just in case" person and liked to be prepared.

Now the moment of truth had finally come and it's like the world had completely melted around them into weightless bliss. Before Orel advanced, he wanted one single moment to look at Christina, his angel, his person to utterly admire her under the pale moon light; the sparkles in her eyes were thoroughly radiant. Orel carefully stroked the side of his fingers across Christina's hot cheek and Christina did the same to Orel's arm as he planked himself on top of her and slid his knee underneath her upper thigh and connected his lips with hers. "Are you sure this is what you want?" He asked genuinely and Christina knew she had never been more sure about anything else in her life "Yes. Yes this is what I want." Orel gradually slipped himself in, with Christina showing visual and audible signs of discomfort "ooh .. uhh" "Do you want me to stop?" Orel whispered to Christina "No, just keep going." Orel was about to add another half an inch when Christina palmed her hand against his chest "but PLEASE just go very slowly." "ok." He replied very breath-heavy deep into her neck. Despite the pain, Christina truly had never felt more connected to Orel before and she loved it- she loved him. She did however need a bit of a distraction, so she pulled his face up to hers and kissed him passionately and Orel very clearly got the message; he added to the distraction by winding their fingers together in a hand holding position. "Mmm … ahhh" Orel curled his toes as he slowly slid in and out of Christina. There was absolutely no better feeling than being tangled up in bed with the love of his life, and the fire was growing immensely. The heat was building insanely and Christina couldn't being to explain how he felt inside her; it was beautiful. Things were really heating up and Orel could feel himself getting closer with every thrust and it didn't help that the both of them were moaning and breathing heavily into each other's ears. Christina scratched her nailed up Orel's sweat -covered back and wrapped her arms around the back of his neck to slip her tongue in his mouth again. And just like that, he braced himself and grabbed the corner of the pillow very tightly in his fist. Christina could feel him twitch and brushed her foot against his legs. It wasn't the first time Orel had an orgasm but this one was much different; he felt so good and kissed her hard in those final moments of their shared experience.

Spent and in the afterglow, Orel rolled over and kissed Christina on the forehead "T-h-at was amazing." He claimed very softly; his words being completely drowned in his breath. Christina looked up to feel his flushed, warm face and all she could feel in that moment was an overwhelming amount of love "yes it was" and pecked his chest with a smile.

"I love you."

"I love you too."