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Chaisey Long: Rings, 1963
(mf f-1st rom hs)
by Will "Crash" Reuther
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{ASSM} Chaisey Long: Rings, 1963 {Will "Crash" Reuther} (mf f-1st rom hs)
Chaisey Long: Rings, 1963
(mf f-1st rom hs)
by Will "Crash" Reuther
<Ashley42CreekATyahooDOTcom>
I.
For seniors it was the morning of Prom Night, but for juniors
it was "Ring Day," the day they would be able to pick up their
own, long-awaited class rings. The graduating seniors planned
to party all night, and by Monday morning, the beginning of
the last week of classes, there would be significantly fewer
virgins among the student body of Sequoyah High School. In
the course of the weekend's events, the seniors would have
grown up--their adulthood awaiting only formal consummation
in the commencement exercises that would conclude the week--
thereby leaving the junior class effectively in charge of the
power structure of the student body, for the final week of
the school year. The juniors' new class rings signified
their accession to this sort of "senior"-ity and allowed
them to supplant the seniors, a week ahead of the ordained
time, as the graduating class celebrated childhood's end
and prepared to become alumni.
Chaisey and her girlfriends were among the several dozen
juniors already waiting in line, along the sidewalk on
Radcliffe Street, when the jewelry store opened on Saturday
morning. She knew she would only have that one day--and not
all day at that--to wear her senior ring herself, and she
wanted to enjoy every possible moment that it caressed her
own finger.
They hadn't been the first in line. Walt and Denice,
who had been going steady practically since seventh grade,
reportedly had rushed to the store as soon as school had let
out Friday afternoon and apparently had camped out all night
to hold the first places in line. Don, next year's yearbook
photographer, was on hand to take photographs of them, the
first in the class to receive their rings, as they exchanged
them immediately with each other. Walt's ring went right
from the little box onto the chain Denice was already wearing
around her neck, and hers went straight onto his pinkie finger;
whereupon they had hugged and smiled for the camera, his hand
against her chest--right above her boobs, practically feeling
her up!--so that both rings and their beaming faces would
all be in the photograph together, along with the smiling
countenance of the owner of the jewelry store, who proudly
watched them from behind the counter.
The next several places in line were occupied by the
boys from the basketball team, who had just missed winning
the conference championship (despite having no seniors on
the starting team, thus heralding excellent prospects for the
next year). They reportedly had arrived early in the evening
(right after dinner, someone had said) and had kept their
places collectively, working in shifts, all through the night.
Although some of them were known to have steady girlfriends,
their girls were not with them to pick up the rings they would
presumably also exchange that night, but the boys from the
basketball team all got their picture taken, together, with
their new class rings, as well.
Half a dozen girls from one of the social clubs had joined
the line just before midnight, and a few other couples had
joined the line well before dawn, apparently without bothering
to return home after their dates. Chaisey and her girlfriends
had barely managed, just before dawn, to claim places within
the first three dozen in line--just behind a small bevy of
girls who were going to the prom, that night, as dates of
senior boys--and Don had showed no interest at all in taking
THEIR pictures.
The girls spent the rest of the morning around town, making
themselves seen wherever their friends and classmates were
likely to be hanging out, and showing off the new rings on
their fingers while they still had the chance. For by Monday
morning, of course, different--and larger--rings would be
hanging from dainty chains around their necks. Having a
senior ring of her own was one thing; more important by far,
to Chaisey--and to her girlfriends, indeed--was to have a
boy's ring dangling on a slender gold chain around her neck--to
advertise to all that she had a steady boyfriend and to accept,
in return, the common understanding that she would not graduate
high school, a year hence, with her maidenhead intact.
II.
Chaisey made sure to be home in plenty of time for Mike to pick
her up, though. He passed the first test of the day, indeed:
he didn't keep her waiting any longer than he had promised. At
mid-afternoon, and within the hour after he got off work from
his Saturday job, Mike's car rolled to the curb in front of
Chaisey's house. He was immediately out of the car, on his
way to her front door to call properly for her, as befitted
such a momentous day in their lives together, but Chaisey could
not wait for him. She kissed her mother good-bye and bounded
out the door and down the walk before Mike could even meet her
halfway.
She leapt into his arms and he spun her around as they
kissed. Tonight, they would pledge themselves to each other.
It was still a little early, but Chaisey was walking on air,
excited over the prospect of showing their new rings off around
town, on their own fingers for the rest of the afternoon, then
going to dinner together before the party that evening--and,
by the time she got back home, probably well after midnight,
being "officially" a "steady couple."
But Chaisey noticed, as Mike drove them away from her
house, that there was no senior ring on either of the hands
that safely grasped the steering wheel. She cuddled next to
him, as usual, in the "Siamese-twin" position, but he never
embraced her while he was driving: that's what "parking"
was for. Mike was a safe driver.
Chaisey said nothing about the strange absence and
waited to see what sort of surprise Mike had in store for
her. She was certain it would end well and be, at worst,
only a practical joke between the two of them--one she could
tell her girlfriends and laugh over afterwards, but never
anything that would embarrass her in front of his friends.
But the only thing that could have embarrassed her, really,
would have been to have shown up at school Monday morning
with her own senior ring still gracing the fourth finger
of her right hand.
"Gotta stop by home," Mike noted, quietly, as he made
the turn toward his own house. Chaisey smiled to herself and
tried to prepare herself for whatever he had in mind, thinking
it likely he had left his own ring there for safe-keeping
during the day. Mike pulled into his driveway, and after
she followed him out the driver's door, he locked the car.
No one was home at Mike's house, and after an initial,
five-minute, soul kiss as soon as he closed the front door,
he led her directly to his room. She had visited his room
before and had even had the privilege of making out on his
bed a few times when they happened to be alone. She would
rather have gone out showing their rings off, on this
particular day, but a girl can't expect to go steady with
a guy without taking every available opportunity to make out!
Of course, before the night was over, they would be doing much
more than that.
As Chaisey cast her eyes casually about the familiar room,
Mike locked his door, then pulled his chair away from the desk
and wedged it underneath the doorknob, as an extra precaution,
just like in the movies. Chaisey leaned against his desk,
where the chair had been, and slipped her hand into her pocket
to finger the chain she had ready. Mike walked over to her,
smiling broadly, with a look of adolescent longing in his
eye. She smirked in response.
Mike kissed her again, more gently this time. She
adjusted her position as they kissed, and she ended up
sitting right on the edge of the desk, her legs spread,
with Mike positioned precisely between her thighs. Chaisey
realized that their bodies were perfectly in alignment: save
for their clothing, they could be making love already.
Mike leaned back and smiled at her again, radiating his
love for her. He kept his crotch positioned firmly against
hers as he admired her face.
"Will you go to the Senior Prom with me?" he asked her,
in as sincere a tone of voice as he could manage.
"Tonight?!" she gasped.
"No, silly! OUR Senior Prom!"
"That's not 'till next year," she pointed out, although
she understood, already, what he was getting at.
"I know," he nodded. "That's what I mean: you and
me together, for better or worse, for the next year. I'm
expecting it to be the best of years. If you agree, we'll
go on from there. If we screw up and it's the worst of years,
I'll stand by you, no matter what. If it's anywhere in the
middle, a mediocre year or something, and you don't feel
it's all been worth it, after all, we can split and go on
our separate ways and still be friends, for the rest of our
lives. How does that sound to you?"
"We're playing with fire."
"I know. But I love you, and that's all that matters.
If you love me, too, and if you want to be my partner for this
whole year, then you can have me--all of me: no squirming out
on anything--on my part anyway, assuming you play fair by me,
too--for the whole year. You can still ditch me anytime you
want, and I guess I can walk out after the prom if I can't
take it any more, but if you'll have me for a year, we can
only see what we can make out of it."
They had already agreed on this, really--ALL of this--but
Chaisey made Mike wait a minute or so, anyway. This was his
formal way of proposing their relationship. It didn't make
the entire bargain clear, but she had already decided to agree
to the few conditions he had explained to her, some six weeks
earlier, when they had started going together, unofficially.
"Do you have something for me?" she hinted, pulling the chain
from her pocket and lifting it to dangle in his sight.
"I have two things for you," he answered, "to bring us
together and keep us together for our first year as a couple."
He kissed her again and pressed his body against hers with
an urgency she had experienced not a few times before, but
had always put off--until now. She knew what one of the things
was that he had for her: it was pressing against her thigh,
even through their jeans!
She slipped her tongue past his, as a symbol acknowledging
what they would do that night to consummate their love. After
a few moments, Mike's hands left her buttocks, where he had
been pressing her tightly against his groin, and moved to her
chest. He had already begun to unbutton her blouse before
their kiss ended, and as he leaned back to finish the job,
Chaisey realized something else had felt funny, although she
couldn't quite place it.
Mike slipped the blouse from her shoulders and laid it
carefully beside her, on the desk. His hands moved behind
her again, to undo her bra, and his well-practiced fingers
accomplished that task quickly. He pressed her against him
again, with one hand, while the other deposited the bra on
top of her blouse.
As both hands pressed her to him again, and they resumed
their kiss, Chaisey felt a slight pain. At first, she thought
that he was pressing her breasts so tightly against his chest
that they were aching, but then she realized that the pain
was more focused and pressed BETWEEN her breasts, against her
breastbone. Both his hands were against her bare back, fingers
spread wide, as he devoured her lips and tongue, and except for
that tiny pain against her sternum, she was as hungry for him
as he was for her.
She pushed him back and looked into his eyes. His eyes
fairly danced with desire. She realized where her trophy lay.
She set her chain gently on top of her discarded bra, her
fingers moved to the buttons of his shirt, and he leaned back
and watched her as she unbuttoned HIS buttons, one at a time,
as slowly as she could stand to do it. He even pulled his hips
back from her groin, just far enough to let her free the shirt
from his jeans. She slipped the shirt off his shoulders and
tossed it onto the floor--for that's where a boy's clothes are
used to being, she understood--then pulled up his tee-shirt.
He moved his arms to help her but made her do the job herself.
Still he leaned into her thighs, but he no longer grasped her
as she revealed the senior ring that dangled on a chain around
his own neck.
As soon as the tee-shirt fluttered to the floor, Mike
leaned forward to kiss her again, and his ring pressed again
between her bare breasts as they were crushed against the bare
skin of his chest. The hard probing of his crotch against
her groin complemented the hard nugget of stone and metal that
lodged between their chests. Her body surrendered to him, and
he began to move on.
He ended the kiss sooner than she would have liked, but
he reached out and picked up her chain from where she had set
it down. The chain about his own neck was a dog-tag chain,
left over from some purpose, long since forgotten, back in
elementary school. It was not what she would use to carry
his ring; the chain she had brought with her was more slender,
more elegant, more appropriate. Still he leaned against
her, pinning her against the desk with the weight of his body
between her legs, as he picked up her chain, undid the tiny
clasp, and then threaded it, oh so carefully, through the ring
on her right hand, passing it right next to the flesh of her
finger. Then he brought the ends of the chain on either side
of her head and fastened them again, behind her neck.
As he kissed her again, her hand was constrained to
hover in mid-air, within the length permitted by the chain
that passed through the ring that still graced her finger.
Mike slowly knelt as his kisses moved down her body, while
she leaned back and enjoyed the attention he devoted to her.
The edge of the desk was beginning to make a bit of a dent
in her rump, and it was awkward holding her right hand up in
the air, but the feeling of Mike's kisses on her breasts was
wonderful and preempted any objection.
After several minutes at her breasts, which left her
nipples puckered almost to the point of pain, Mike moved on
again. Now her jeans entered the focus of his attention:
he carefully unsnapped and unzipped them; and Chaisey gently
slipped from her perch against the desk to allow him to pull
them from her buttocks and down her legs. He took the loafers
and bobby-socks from her feet, to free the jeans, before
returning for her panties, which left her leaning naked
against his desk as he stood and pulled her again into a
full embrace.
She was surprised how seductive it felt to feel her bare
breasts against his bare chest while her naked thighs embraced
the denim of his jeans. Perhaps it was the ring that still
dangled between them that made a big difference. She began
to realize that their love-making would not wait until after
the party, after all.
Mike pulled away from her yet again, slipped out of his
own loafers, and pulled his socks off, too. Chaisey watched
as he picked up the discarded shirt and tee-shirt and took
them all to his closet, tossing them inside, blindly. As he
stood at the closet door, he took off his jeans and underpants,
too, deliberately--more slowly than he felt like doing so,
obviously--and tossed them into the closet, closing the
door on them. He faced her directly as he did it, and she
obediently watched him, as he clearly had intended her to do.
He stood for perhaps half a minute, looking at her naked
body and giving her a good chance to return the favor, before
he turned and walked to his bed. Chaisey stood motionless
the whole while, still leaning against the edge of the desk,
still with her right hand elevated at the end of the limits
the chain through her new ring permitted. Mike carefully and
neatly pulled the covers down from the bed, then turned to lean
against his dresser, regarding her from across the length of
the room. He stood on his right leg; his left leg was propped
against the front of the dresser behind him, while his erection
pointed at her and made his intentions plain.
He held out a hand and beckoned to her.
III.
The choice, now, was entirely hers: she could walk across
the room to him, and he would be hers for the next fifty-two
weeks--and perhaps forever--or she could get dressed again
and leave. This was her choice to make, and he was leaving
it to her to make it. That was why he had left her side and
was standing just about as far away from her as he could,
within the limits of the small room: it was time for her
to make her formal decision--to accept his offer, on his own
terms, or to end it, there and then.
But she had already made this decision, in truth, and
there was no use turning back. She understood his terms, and
she accepted them as right and proper, though she knew other
girls who would not have done so. She had no doubts he would
be faithful to her, nor did she have any doubts that she
loved him and wanted him and his bargain--the whole package.
She smiled at him and waited as long as she could stand it,
watching his naked body in almost the same way she knew he was
looking at hers. His readiness to make love to her was patent,
and although she had known what naked boys looked like, the
effect of Mike's erection gave quite a different picture than
the young boys she had baby-sat. A couple of them had had
erections when they had gotten out of their bathtubs, but
the image of a little boy's precociously erect penis had not
prepared her for the sight of an athletic adolescent's phallus
in full turgidity.
Calmly she brought her right hand to her lips, and a few
quick flicks of her tongue lubricated the knuckle. Carefully
she pulled the ring from her finger--the presence of the
chain didn't seem to hinder the process as much as she had
expected--and allowed it to fall free between her breasts.
Across the room, Mike's ring hung against his chest from the
coarse chain that pointed in a stubby "V" toward his manhood.
Between her breasts, her ring now hung gently from the fine
chain that, she realized, also pointed his way toward what
he wanted from her, to seal their love affair.
He lifted his hand to beckon again, and she walked slowly to
him, accepting him, accepting his bargain, accepting his love.
He made her walk to within one step of him before he pushed
himself forward, took her in his arms, and kissed her again,
naked flesh pressing eagerly against naked flesh. Both
rings hung between her breasts now, and added to the feeling
of her naked breasts against his bare chest was the feeling
of his naked cock, poking urgently at her tummy.
He did not pull her onto the bed in a tumble, though.
Once more, he broke the kiss and leaned back, his arms
caressing her buttocks and keeping his erection trapped
between their bellies. He released her for a moment and
guided her hands to his buttocks, likewise; then he smiled
and took her again in his caress. He kissed her once more,
just quickly, to signal her to keep her hands where they were
for a little while, and again he released his grasp on her.
She was happy to keep her position against him, waiting to
see what the next element of this tableau would be.
He reached behind her neck and slid the clasp of her
chain around to the front. Working carefully in the limited
space between their faces, he undid the clasp, threaded the
chain through his ring as well, and fastened it again. Then
he opened the fastening of his dog-tag chain, too, and slipped
it through her ring. Both rings were on both chains now,
and the two rings joined the two chains, which joined them
as well. They could not separate without removing at least
one of the chains.
He kissed her again. Their tongues intermingled, joining
themselves at the mouth as well as about the neck, and Mike
lifted her up to lay her down gently on his bed. It was
awkward, and she burst into giggles over it, because their
necks were confined to stay within not much more than a foot
of each other, but Mike joined her laughter as he climbed onto
his bed, beside her, and made her to understand how happy, as
well as how important, this moment was for him--for both of
them.
He picked up both rings in his lips and brought them to
her mouth. She kissed the rings and took them between her
lips, and he kissed them and her, before taking them from her
mouth again and letting them drop between them as he slithered
on top of her--and she spread her legs to accept him.
Chaisey well understood that he knew essentially what he was
doing, although she wasn't certain whether he knew how to cope
with a virgin properly. It was well known about school that,
last fall, after every game the football team had won, there
had been a number of girls who had been eager to reward one
or another of the winning players for his role in the school's
victory. Those girls had all been tramps, Mike had bluntly
declared, and he was giving them all up for her. This fall,
he had already promised her, when he would be one of the star
players, it was she to whom he would turn after each game;
as his "steady" she--and only she--would offer him whatever
reward his body demanded of her.
Chaisey had heard that a girl was supposed to reach
down and guide her lover into her, but Mike seemed to have
no difficulty finding his way. It seemed to be the right
spot against which he was pressing, as far as she could discern
in her own inexperience, but as he brought his effort to bear
against her, it did hurt, just as her girlfriends had all told
her it would. She had tried to prepare herself for this, but
she could not have anticipated exactly what this pain would
feel like. It was nothing that she could have expected, but
as he pressed himself against that tiny hole, she recognized
what else the other girls had told her: that it felt like he
was much too big to fit inside her--that he would split her
wide open, and that she would die!
The pain sharpened, and she cried out; then suddenly it
was as if it were all over. He was lying tightly against her
again; the pain had subsided to a dull ache; and after a couple
of moments she realized that there was a presence inside her
body, in a location of which she had never before had any
real awareness. Mike kissed her deeply, and although she
could feel that the posture was awkward for him, in order
to meet her lips while his cock was lodged inside her, he
began rocking against her almost immediately.
And it felt good!
IV.
Chaisey was happy that it felt good. She had been afraid
that this would be only a duty she would be happy to endure
out of love for her man, but it began to feel so good, so
soon, that the pain of her broken flesh subsided quickly
into the background of her consciousness. Mike's rhythm
picked up its pace, and he left her lips to embrace her to
him. Her lips were against his left shoulder now, and she
kissed him there as his head shuttled back and forth beside
hers. She wasn't quite sure what to do to help him, but
she tentatively thrust her loins back at his, and she found
that made it all feel even better.
As she began to match his rhythm, his lips returned
to hers for a few moments, to assure her that she had done
something to please him, but as they fell into a cooperative
pattern, the intense focus of his concentration forced him
to turn his head away again. Chaisey smoothed her hands all
over his back and buttocks as they thrust their groins urgently
against each other, and Mike reacted with ever increasing
intensity. Before long, Chaisey began to feel frightened
over the strength of his thrusts into her body, but she could
do nothing but strive to accept every possible millimeter of
his love-engine inside her.
She could not keep up with him for very long, but he was
breathing heavily and didn't seem to be paying much attention
to her at all when, all of a sudden, his rhythm changed. He
slammed his cock roughly into her, held it there for a long
moment, and retreated to slam into her again, just as deeply
as he could. And then his thrustings became faster again,
although frantic now, and before Chaisey could even begin
to figure out what was happening, she felt his body dissolve
in uncontrollable spasms. Still he buried himself as deeply
inside her as he could, but there was no coherent rhythm to
it at all, any more. His breath rasped in convulsive gasps,
he was lost in her arms, and she became vaguely aware of
an impact--both gentle and intense, all at once--deep within
herself.
Then Mike collapsed upon her, and she was afraid he
was dying. Yet still he breathed, too close to her left
ear, though it took a couple of minutes for his breathing
to subside to the point that he could speak.
"I love you!" he declared, in a hoarse, anxious whisper,
before he gave in to his labored breathing again.
He was still inside her, but she knew enough to deduce
that he had come. He had ejaculated, and his sperm were
swimming about inside her, at that very moment, seeking an
ovum with which to make a baby. She closed her eyes, gritted
her teeth, and prayed again that her calculation of her cycle
of fertility had been sufficiently accurate that none of the
little swimmers would find its goal.
"You're the greatest!" Mike enthused, startling her by
his full voice in her ear as she was preoccupied with resisting
the fear of pregnancy. He shifted, and she felt him fall from
her vagina, even more clearly--save for the pain--than she had
felt him enter it. And he kissed her yet again, and rolled
off her and onto his side, and gathered her into his arms, and
smothered her in kisses as she basked in the glow of actually
having a lover now--of no longer being a virgin--of being a
"bad girl" and liking it!
They lay in Mike's bed for over an hour, cuddling together in
the afterglow of their lovemaking. Chaisey marvelled at how
good it felt, after all, to feel a boy's naked body against
hers. That he was so hairy didn't seem to matter nearly as
much as she had been afraid it would, for his elemental warmth
flowed into her, soothed her, and promised her that he would
protect her from all danger. Mike was both strong and gentle,
and she felt safe in his arms. It was really adorable the way
he made sure at least one of her breasts was pressing against
him at all times, and she even found herself comfortable with
the way he kept his groin pressed against her as well, so that
his pubic hair gently tickled her thigh and his penis, although
much smaller now, nudged her familiarly.
They were lovers. Chaisey trembled at the very thought!
She would be happy to bear his babies--one day, but not right
now, please! She had never felt that way before.
They were still joined, too, by the chains about their
necks, linked by the two senior rings. Neither one of them
slept during the hour they lay together--so maybe they hadn't
actually "slept together," after all--and when Mike murmured
that they should get ready to go out for dinner, she didn't
really want to leave the bed.
But he sat up, and she had to sit up with him, and he
began carefully to unlink their bodies from their ring chains.
First, he squeezed her ring onto his own pinky finger, but
only up to the first joint, for both chains still passed
through it. Then he undid his chain and pulled it free, and
now they were linked only by the finer, gold chain that passed
around her neck and through the ring that was on his finger.
He pushed the smaller ring farther onto his finger, as far
as it would go, and only then unfastened her chain, withdrew
it from her ring, and fastened it again, leaving his own ring
depending from her neck, where it was supposed to be.
They were going steady now!
Chaisey kissed him with utmost joy, and he fondled her
breast until she broke the kiss.
Mike had to take a shower and dress before they left, and
Chaisey put her own clothing on again while he was in the
bathroom. She sat at his desk to wait for him, the chair
having been restored from its sentry function against the
doorknob, and when he returned wearing only a towel, she
stayed where she was, to see what would happen. He discarded
the towel and kissed her deeply again, and only then began
to dress himself. She found that she understood his point
of view, even if she did not really share it; she realized
that, as his steady girl, she was privileged to see him naked
and to watch him dress: his penis had been inside her, and
it was both her honor and her duty to see it whenever he
chose to expose himself to her. She could do without the
honor, if that's all there were to it, but she realized that,
in his view, this level of trivial intimacy was a powerful
symbol of their commitment to each other.
So she made certain to keep her face turned in his
direction, although she didn't pay much attention, beyond
noting that he kept his body turned toward her, as well,
hiding nothing from her. They were going steady; therefore,
they should hide nothing from each other. Chaisey realized,
accordingly, that, before very long, she would have occasion
to change her clothes in front of him, and that, whenever
that happened, he would watch her do so avidly.
V.
Mike had fucked more than a dozen girls by this point in his
life, but this had been the first time he figured he had ever
made love to a girl. He wasn't sure what the difference was,
but he was firmly committed to the principle that there WAS
a difference, for he loved Chaisey and firmly intended to
be faithful to her, now that they were going steady.
He had been confident that Chaisey would enjoy going
to bed with him, for last fall, as a starting player on the
football team--which had enjoyed a winning season but had not
quite managed to clinch the championship--he had discovered
there was no shortage of girls from school who were willing
to reward the players after each winning game. They had all
been sluts, of course, and he had only taken his pleasure
with each one time before moving on, but two of them had
been virgins--amazingly enough!--and so he had already had
the experience of busting a cherry and knew how to approach
the task.
Chaisey was a cherry, too. He had known that going in,
and it was one of the things he loved about her. He had been
a little bit sorry about having to insist she surrender her
cherry to him if she wanted to go steady, but he knew it
wouldn't work any other way, and she had seen the importance
of it, too. He could get laid plenty without going steady!
He was interested in Chaisey anyway, but if she wanted him
to be exclusive with her, she was going to have to make up
her mind to take care of him. It only made sense!
It was her choice, too! He had made certain not to
pressure her, beyond insisting that he could not see his
way clear to doing it any other way. Either she could start
sleeping with him and take care of his sexual needs for the
next year, in which case he would be more than happy to give
her his senior ring and accept hers in return; or she could
continue to go out with him on all the important dates, but
realize that he would likewise continue to take whatever he
could get on the side, as well. That was why, after he had
undressed her that afternoon, he hadn't pulled her down to
the bed right away. SHE had to make the choice. He had stood
across the room from her, also naked and obviously ready to get
it on, and had given her the choice to get dressed and leave or
to walk across the room to him and surrender her body to their
mutual love.
It had made him very happy to watch her naked body walk
across the room toward him. He had looped both their chains
through both rings, then, to symbolize their union, and he had
not separated them again until they had finished making love
and were truly united, as one, together. She had been a pretty
good lay, too--certainly a lot better than either of the two
other cherries he had scored, last fall. She hadn't just let
him do it to her; she had responded, had helped him, and had
thrust back at him and made it clear she needed him just as
much as he needed her.
And so he was certain he would enjoy passing the next year
with only one woman. Well, at least, he was certain that he
could remain faithful to her. That was the only difference
between fucking and making love that he could be certain of:
he made love to Chaisey because he loved her, because he knew
she loved him, and because he truly felt that he could be happy
if she were the only woman he would make love to for the rest
of his life. At least that's what he wanted to want. Time
would tell.
"I'm afraid I've let you down already," Mike said as he backed
the car into the street, apologizing for something he hadn't
identified yet. "I should have made a reservation in a good
restaurant for tonight. You deserve it, and tonight is very
important for us. I'm really sorry about that; I should have
thought ahead. But all the good restaurants are crowded with
the seniors and their prom dates by now. I should take you
to The Pepper Mill tonight, by all rights, but it's hopeless
trying to get in there."
"You know!?" Chaisey answered. "I DO want to go to The
Pepper Mill with you, one night soon. I really do. But--you
know?--there's something about tonight that's so much about
us and about something that's supposed to be ordinary for us,
from now on, that I'd really like to go to Elmer's, instead."
Elmer's was a diner they had been to many times. It was the
restaurant they went to most often.
"It is pretty much 'our place,' isn't it?" Mike smiled.
"I just thought tonight should be something more special
than that."
"It already is," Chaisey sighed, fingering the ring
hanging on the chain about her neck. "But, somehow, I want
to know that, despite what's very different between us now,
everything will still be the same, in other ways. Too much
that's special, after what we've done, would start to get
me scared, I think. Let's go somewhere comfortable tonight,
and we can still celebrate a special night, somewhere else,
before the novelty wears off."
Chaisey congratulated herself on being nice to Mike. On
the one hand, he was right that he should have made special
arrangements for tonight--he should have done something more
to assure her how much their love would endure. On the other
hand, she was very nervous about giving herself to him, and
she really didn't think she could cope with anything more that
was new and wonderful--at least until she was sure she wasn't
knocked up already!
They went to Elmer's and enjoyed themselves immensely.
Chaisey almost forgot she wasn't a virgin any more. But then
she would catch a glimpse of her ring on the pinkie finger
of Mike's hand, or else his ring would bump against her blouse
somehow, and she would be reminded that she really was going
steady now! And this inevitably would remind her how she had
purchased the right to wear Mike's ring.
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