Anna was not her real name, but it did begin with an "A".  

I met her during my sophomore year of college.  She was about my height, trim (not plump but not excessively underweight either) and quiet charming.  She asked about a tutor for her science courses, and was told to contact me.  

We got along well.  I enjoyed helping her learn the material (and it gave me a chance to re-learn the content as well) and spending time with her.  We NEVER dated.  I could not see any point in that since she was already engaged to be married.  Still we worked together and grew close.

At the end of the term, IT happened.  Most likely the most important sexual event of my life.  She called to my dorm asking me to meet her in our normal spot, a well secluded, nearly forgotten closet of a classroom in the performing arts center just above the stage.  She arrived shortly after I did.  I figured that she wanted a little brush up on one of her science classes (she was a nursing major) before finals.  I was wrong.

With tears in her eyes, she explained that her wedding date had been moved up (I will not go into the reasons why)...getting married that Saturday...two days away, the day after her last final exam, and that she would not be returning to the college after the winter break.  She then made one more request of me...I did not tell her no.

We left campus together a short time later.  We had a "fancy" meal together before checking into a holiday inn hotel for the evening/night.   That night, two days before she said "I do" she became a woman in my arms.