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1. Virginity

It was happenstance, really. I was a 24 year old IT person, and was at
a company dinner to celebrate its fifth year. There were several large
tables, and the dinner was a catered party. Sitting across from me was
Glenda, a pleasant, matronly woman who worked in payroll, whom I had
occasion to help with IT problems now and then.

Seated next to Glenda was a petite, shy young woman who hardly ever
looked up to make eye contact. I had never seen her before and
wondered if she was Glenda's guest. The young lady had long black
hair, was slender, and otherwise ordinary looking. She definitely did
not dress to be noticed; she wore a shirt (blouse?) and dark slacks.
Probably small breasts.

A discreet look at her hands showed no rings. Why was I interested in
her? She was definitely attractive to me, not in a showy manner,
though, and I was sure that she was not aware of her attractiveness.

Glenda and I said hello, and as the dinner was winding down, she asked
me if I brought anyone. I told her I had not. Then she said, "Rick,
I'd like you to meet my friend Aislin."

Aislin blushed slightly, smiled, and extended her hand. I grasped her
hand and mumbled something about "nice to meet you."

Glenda then said, "It's kind of noisy in here. We're going to get some
coffee at Denny's. Would you like to join us?"

I immediately accepted, and we said our goodbyes to our hosts. Twenty
minutes later we were in a quiet booth being served coffee.

Glenda asked, "So, Rick, are you married?"

I suspected where this was heading, and frankly, I was glad for that.
"No," I answered, "I've had a few serious relationships, and some
casual ones, but now I'm not even seeing anyone. I figure the right
person will come along when it's meant to happen." I paused for a
moment, then asked, "How did you and Aislin meet?"

"She's a graphic designer where my husband works. He didn't want to
come to the dinner, so I asked Aislin."

"Oh... Aislin, are you married or seeing anyone?"

"Umm, no, not seeing anyone either. I have a lot of friends, but no
one close."

She blushed again. I smiled. I could see that she was going to be a
challenge to draw out, but it was so cute when she did that.

Glenda gave me a knowing smile. The three of us (mostly Glenda and I)
chatted about various things, and then she said it was time to go.

I was about to ask Aislin if I could call her, but Glenda appeared to
be in a hurry to get away. This was becoming mysterious. Quickly,
Glenda said, "Rick, why don't we have lunch soon? There are some
things I'd like to talk about." 

"Okay... Aislin, I enjoyed meeting you and hope we can talk again."

She smiled and extended her hand. I took it and in a forward (for me)
move, gently kissed it before I released it. I had to give ser SOME
sign that I was interested.

I had difficulty getting to sleep that night, wondering about Glenda's
seemingly overprotective ways with Aislin. Finally, I resolved that I
would talk with Glenda the next day and try to get to the bottom of
the situation.

At work, I set up a lunch appointment with Glenda. I had to wait until
Thursday for our schedules to allow it.

We met at a Chili's and when we were seated, I asked, "It's about
Aislin, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is. What did you think of her?"

"She's very quiet... and very attractive. I can't believe she doesn't
have a long line of guys asking her out."

"Do you like her?"

"Of course I do. Where is this going?"

Glenda smiled. "She likes you too. A lot. But she's afraid of getting
involved in a relationship."

My disappointment must have shown.

She continued, "She's been emotionally hurt at the start of some
potential relationships. But as I said, she does like you."

"I'd like to get to know her better," I said. "But I don't know how to
make contact except through you."

She laughed and reached into her purse. "Bingo. Here's her contact
info, with home phone."

Glenda's expression became more serious. "I could see that there was
some chemistry between you two. I think that's a very good thing, and
I hope it lasts. I don't know you very well, but I can see that you
aren't a rigid and inflexible person."

I wondered what she meant.

She continued, "There are some things that I know about her that I
won't disclose. She has to be the one to do that. Just be kind to
her."

"This is really getting mysterious, Glenda. But I have no intention of
hurting her. I do want to give her a call, and I plan to do that after
work."

"Good."

I liked Glenda's directness. It cut through a lot of unnecessary
dancing around a subject. Anyway, we went back to work.

The afternoon passed slowly. I had Aislin on my mind, and also the
mystery surrounding her. I finally got home, had some leftovers for
dinner, and worked up the courage to call her.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Aislin?"

"Yes."

"Hi, it's Rick. We met at the dinner where you and Glenda were."

"Of course I remember."

"Uh, Aislin, I'd like to get to know you. Are you free for dinner
Friday or Saturday?"

"Oh, I'd like that!"

She sounded happy, but a little worried at the same time.

We decided on Friday, and gave me her address. I suggested a casual
Italian place.

A few long days with her on my mind, and I finally went to her place
at 6:00 PM that Friday. When she answered the door I got a big
surprise. She wore a lovely print dress that settled above her knees,
smooth bare legs, and tasteful heels.

"Aislin... you're stunning!" I felt foolish saying that, but I had to
say something.

She giggled, "Thank you!"

She said she was ready to go, and we got in my car. I don't make small
talk easily, so I didn't say much. She definitely turned a few heads
when we were escorted to our table. I could scarcely keep my eyes off
her when we were seated.

I asked Aislin to tell me about herself. She said she was 21 years
old, the youngest of 2 kids, had an older brother, liked her job as a
graphics designer, and that she had a good relationship with her
parents.

Then she added, "Also... I'm a virgin."

"Oh wow!" I said. Well, that was better than asking, "Oh really?" Not
much better, but a little better. I wasn't not sure why she told me
that, but she seemed amused at my reaction.

"Does that bother you?" she asked.

"No-o, not really. How do you feel about it?"

"It just means that I haven't found the right person yet."

Hmmm. So she's particular. That's not so bad, is it? I decided to
throw a curve, and teasingly asked, "Am I being considered as a
candidate for the job as the right person?"

She couldn't help giggling, and said, "Could be... There's more that I
haven't told you, we'll see how you feel about your candidacy after I
tell you."

"Okay, I'm listening."

"Not here. Now tell me about yourself."

Fair enough. It's a common complaint that guys tend to talk about
themselves to excess and I wanted to avoid that. But I had told her
almost nothing about myself so far, so I went through a condensed
recap of my life. Thankfully it didn't consume a lot f time. The
important things were that I had some casual relationships and two
serious ones.

Toward the end of dinner she said, "When you take me home can you come
in for coffee and we can continue our earlier conversation?"

She must have been taking "directness" lessons from Glenda. I smiled
and said yes. She seemed somber on the way to her place. I wondered if
the mystery would be solved that evening.

Without a word she fixed coffee and we silently sipped as she took
some time to decide what she was going to say. I was curious, of
course, but was not going to force the issue - yet.

Then she sat next to me on her sofa, and then began to cry. I put my
arm around her shoulder and let her cry her tension away.

"I like you a lot, and that's why this is so hard for me," she
sniffled. "Okay, here goes."

She looked in my eyes, then away. "I was born a boy. I should have
been born a girl, and I had a very rough time trying to be what I
wasn't meant to be. So when I was eighteen I began treatments. My
parents helped a lot and took care of legally getting records changed.
I haven't taken the final step, so... I still have... male equipment,
and it's functional. But mentally, emotionally, and almost all ways
physically I'm a woman. I don't blame you if you don't want to see me
anymore, but I just couldn't let things go further without you
knowing."

I was quiet for a moment. That was a lot of new stuff thrown at me. I
knew that I had to make some quick decisions. Ever since I had met
Aislin I liked her - a lot. My head was telling me that I couldn't
have an intimate relationship with someone who was born a male. But my
heart was telling me how much I liked her. Right then I made a quick
decision to go with my heart.

I took hold of her hand and said, "Aislin - you're very brave. It took
a lot of courage for you to tell me that, and it was the right thing
to do."

She had a sad, wistful smile and answered, "So, it's over?"

I said, "You know I like you a lot, don't you?"

A tear trickled down her cheek and she said, "I hope so."

I pulled her to me and kissed her. Hard. All her stored up passion
broke loose and she threw her arms around me and aggressively kissed
back. I reclined on my back and she got on top of me and we continued
to aggressively make out. Her kisses were sweet, I couldn't get
enough.

Several minutes of this, and we came up for air.

"I want you to take my virginity," she said. "If you want to, that
is."

At that point, I wanted to be with her. "I do want to," I replied.

"Can you hold off for two more days?" she asked. "I want you to be
sure you want to do this."

I looked into her sincere eyes and said, "If that's what you want, I
can wait. I know I won't change my mind."

"Hold me now," she said.

She leaned against me and I held her close. She sighed, a long,
contented sigh. I realized I was aroused and stone hard. It would not
be easy to wait the two days, especially after being offered her
virginity. After a few minutes, she noticed my condition, put her hand
on the outside of my pants, felt my hardness, and giggled.

"Careful," I warned. "It wouldn't take much to get me to shoot off
right now."

She giggled again. "Same with me. I'm so hot I can hardly stand it.
We'd better quit now."

"Yeah," I whispered. I didn't want to quit, but it was her body, and I
was determined to be patient and see where it would lead.

Then she outlined her plan. I would come over on Sunday afternoon. She
would have music softly playing, and we'd go to her bed. Then we'd get
undressed and she would give herself to me. For her part, she would
get squeaky clean, inside and out. "You can do the same, if you want
to reciprocate," she said. Then we would celebrate by going out to
dinner. I agreed.

I couldn't resist giving her a hard, passionate kiss before I left.

I had a lot to think about in the intervening two days. I definitely
would take what she had offered me, her virginity. I would definitely
give her the experience she wanted. And the thought of my being the
first one to ejaculate inside her made me painfully hard and almost
unable to resist taking matters in my own hand. But I held off.

I wondered what I'd do to reciprocate her pleasure. Did it really
matter that much that she had a cock instead of a pussy? What would
she expect me to do? How would I feel handling her tool? Should I give
her a hand job? I was curious to see her ejaculate. What about taking
her in my mouth? Could I do that? The idea of doing that with a guy,
repulsed me. But this was her. Aislin. The shy girl I met. I knew I'd
want to give her pleasure, I just didn't know how exactly, or how I'd
react.

Damn, I was thinking too much. What I had to tell myself was, Go with
your heart. Do what you really WANT to do.

I thought about calling her, but I didn't want her to assume I'd be
calling to cancel. I didn't want her to cancel, either, so I resolved
not to call. I'd just show up.

I'd bring flowers. What flowers are appropriate for a deflowering?
Hmmm. A dozen red roses would have to do. I went out and got them on
Saturday since most flower shops are closed on Sunday.

All my questions ricocheted in my head until Sunday morning. I also
wondered how Aislin was feeling, what she was thinking. I guessed I'd
find out.

I did get "squeaky clean inside and out" as she said she was going to,
just so I could cover all the bases and not have any regrets about not
having done something.

So, with a dozen red roses in hand, I was at her place in early
afternoon. She answered the door with an excited smile on her face.
She thanked me for the flowers and put them in a vase.

"Well, are you nervous?" she asked.

"Some," I said. "You?"

"Of course. This is a big day for me. Why are you nervous?"

"I'm afraid I'll shoot off right away."

She giggled. "Oh, how sexy!  That means you want me!  Don't worry, if
you cum right away, you'll just have to do it again!"

My boner was rock hard and she knew it. Without a word she put her
arms around me. I of course hugged her too, and we kissed. Our kisses
became more passionate. Then she broke away and whispered, "It's time
to go to the bedroom."

My heart raced as I followed her to her bed.

"Let's get undressed," she said, and began to remove her clothes. I
did the same.

I stood there for a moment, looking at her lovely form. Wavy black
hair, small firm breasts, smooth slender legs, and a very erect cock.
About six inches. Her entire body was a gorgeous work of art, finely
sculpted by the universe. Everything about her was exquisitely
feminine - except for, you know.

My boner stuck out too. Aroused, hard, throbbing - and ready. I felt
her gaze zoom in on my midsection. For an instant she had a look of
concern, then acceptance, and then eagerness. 

"Let's get on the bed," she whispered. She lay face up, and I got next
to her. There was a bottle of high quality lubricant on the
nightstand. I ran my hands over her chest, feeling her firm breasts.
Then I gently kissed her nipples; first one, then the other. She
moaned. Then I kissed her lips. She returned my kisses with a
combination of eagerness and restraint.

After a few moments of kisses she whispered, "I'd love to handle you,
but I don't want you to cum before you put it inside me."

She kissed me again and said, "I will now give myself to you."

Then she put a firm cushion on the bed and draped a towel over it. She
handed me the bottle of lubricant and said, "Use it generously and go
slow." Then she lay on top of the cushion face down in a surrendering
position. I had never seen a more gorgeous sight.

She spread her legs as I got myself in position for the "main event".
She had a perfectly shaped bottom - firm and smooth. I put some of the
slippery substance on her nether portal and gently penetrated her with
one finger. She sighed. I gave her some more lubricant, and then
liberally applied it to my throbbing tool. If she had been the one to
lubricate my cock, I would have spurted the instant I felt her
feminine hands touch me.

It was time.

The initial penetration got her to voice a sensuous "Uhhh!" With just
the tip of my cock inside her, I kept still for a few moments until
she whispered, "Okay." Then very slowly I worked my cock inside her,
taking short strokes. There were a few gasps, and an occasional
"Uhhh!" Finally I was all the way inside. She was so tight, and it
felt so good.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah! Oh, I feel so full! Lie on top of me now, and then fuck
me."

Where did she learn the things to say that would keep my dick so hard?
I got in full body contact with her. Then, slowly at first, I pumped
my engorged cock in and out. Her reaction was a constant litany of
"Ohhh!" and "Ahhh!" sounds. I smiled at the thought that I was
experiencing something that so many women, including married ones,
never allow.

I was near the end of my self control. "Aislin - I'm about to cum. Is
that okay?"

"Yes! Cum inside me! Make me yours!"

That was all it took. Two thrusts, and I erupted inside her. Spurt
after spurt after spurt shot through my cock, in one of the lengthiest
orgasms I had experienced.

When it was over I whispered, "Oh God, Aislin!"

"Mmmm, yes! Stay inside me if you can. I want you to fuck me again!"

I had no trouble staying inside her. The sensuality of her body kept
me semi-hard until I recovered enough to give her a good fucking.
Unlike the previous time, I took long thrusts, taking care not to hurt
her. Her throaty groans and gasps were sweet, sensual music. I pulled
out once to put more lubricant on, and I went on for about twenty
minutes before I powerfully ejaculated inside her.

"Oh my gosh, you did me good!" she exclaimed when I pulled out.

"Are you going to be okay?" I asked.

"Oh yes!  I'm going to be sore for a while, but that's what I wanted.
It'll be a nice reminder of my giving you my virginity."

"I hope I didn't overdo it."

"I expected to be well-fucked," she giggled.

For me, the moment of truth had come. I wanted to give her pleasure. I
maneuvered her on her back, and she was erect. I gently handled her
cock, looked at it, lightly felt it. I frequently looked at her face
to get clues of how she was feeling. Her hips were trembling, and she
was oh, so hard.

I knew it wouldn't take much to make her ejaculate, but as much as I
wanted to actually see her spurt, I had a different idea. I wouldn't
have done this for anyone but her. I took her in my mouth. I swirled
my tongue around her member, and in under thirty seconds she erupted.
Her hips went wild, and I kept her in my mouth as I felt the pulsing
of her spurts and of her cock.

It was sexy knowing that she was experiencing the same kind of
pleasure as I do when I cross the line.

And, because it came from her, the girl who offered me her virginity,
I swallowed. Every drop.

It took a few minutes for her to recover, and when she opened her
eyes, she bestowed a sensuous, loving smile.

"That felt so good. Have you ever done that before?"

"No, Aislin. Never."

She brought my face to hers and we passionately kissed. I got on top
of her so I could feel as much of her body in contact with mine as we
made out. She became erect after a few minutes.

"Aislin - would you like to go inside me?"

"Yes! Oh, yes!"

I put the firm pillow under my hips and lay back, face up. "I want to
feel your lips on mine when you cum. I'm ready now."

With a sexy smile, she knelt between my knees and lubricated her
finger. Then, as she locked her gaze on my eyes, she inserted her
index finger all the way. Keeping her eyes locked on mine, she moved
her finger around until I felt a zing of pleasure shoot through my
body.

She giggled. "I found your prostate."

She lightly ran her finger all around that sweet spot, making me
squirm and pant. She continued to tease my prostate for several
minutes. I'd never experienced pleasure like that before. All the
while her eyes were locked on mine, and she had a teasingly sexy smile
on her face. She pulled out a few times to put more lubricant on her
fingers and continued to tease my prostate. I wanted her. I wanted her
inside me, and she knew it.

After an excruciatingly long time, she giggled and applied a generous
serving of lubricant to her cock. Then she spread me apart and put the
head of her cock against my entrance. Gently, she pushed until she was
just inside.

"Uhhh!" My groans were like hers earlier.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes."

She watched closely as she slowly went further in. When her member
made contact with my teased prostate, she knew it. Not yet fully
inside me, she took short strokes which continually stimulated my
prostate.

"Aislin - that feels good!"

She smiled, and then went in all the way.

"Are you still okay?"

"God, yes! I feel full, but in a good way."

She then let herself lie on top of me, with her lips close to mine.
She began to thrust more forcefully. Then she went faster. I knew she
was close to ejaculating.

"Cum inside me, Aislin," I whispered.

That sent her across the line. I pulled her close. Her eyes were
closed as she pressed her mouth on mine.

"Mmmff!  Mmfff!  Mmmfff!" I heard as she slammed into me.

Afterward, we lay there silently. She stayed inside me as long as she
could, while I held her. When she slipped out, she opened her eyes,
There was silent communication, expressing thoughts whose words we had
not yet said. We both knew that for the moment we should let that be.

"Maybe we should get showered," she whispered. "Want to join me?"

I nodded, and we thoroughly washed each other, complete with handling,
kissing, and teasing.

We got dressed. Aislin put on a short skirt that drew my attention to
her pelvic area. A tasteful blouse, pumps, and she was ready. She
would definitely be turning heads wherever we went. She suggested a
continental bistro toward the edge of town.

She did turn heads when we went there. Oh, did she ever. It wasn't
just how she dressed, or her gorgeous body. It was her smile, her
radiance, the fact that she was happy. I got envious stares that said,
"Man, I hope you know how lucky you are."

I did.

2. Courtship

We drank a toast to our eventful day and talked about a lot of
different things. She mentioned that she would likely be sore "back
there" for a few days. "I wanted it that way," she giggled. "Every
time I feel the soreness it reminds me of you, and my first time, and
my giving it up to you. Then I feel good all over."

It was a pleasure being with her. Her talk had me aroused.

She continued, "So I can't do it that way for a couple of days. I'm
sure I'll get used to it after a while. If you want to, that is."

"You didn't really think I was going to cut and run, did you? Of
course I want to!"

"Good. That's what I hoped for."

I spent the night at her place. We didn't intend to do anything
sexual, but the tension was just too great. In the dark, I handled her
until she was about to cum. Then I took her in my mouth and was
surprised at how much spunk she unloaded. She reciprocated in the same
way. It sure felt good.

At work the next day, Glenda stopped by my cubicle with a knowing
smile. "I'm happy for her... and for you," she giggled. "She's a real
treasure. Don't let her get away." Then she left.

Of course Aislin and I talked by phone every day. On Wednesday she
asked if I'd like to stop by her place after work and get a quick
burger somewhere. 

After work I was at her apartment and rang the doorbell several times,
but she didn't answer.

Then she came running up to the door, panting. She'd been jogging. "Hi
Rick! (pant pant) I'm running a little late. (pant pant) Come on in!"

She was quite sweaty from her workout. Even so, she was gorgeous. She
gave me a hug and a kiss. "Let me get showered and we can get a bite
to eat."

I held on to her. "No. No shower. I want you. Now. Sweat and grime and
all." I raised her arm and gave her several quick licks in her
underarm.

"Oh... Ohh!  Ahh!"

I saw hot arousal in her eyes as she removed her top. She stepped out
of her shorts. I grabbed her hand and led her to her bedroom and threw
my clothes off. We fell together on the bed and kissed passionately.

She grabbed the bottle of lubricant and handed it to me. "Quick - I
want you inside me." She got on her hands and knees in doggy position.

I slathered the lubricant on my cock, put a little of it inside her.
Then I quickly pushed the tip of my cock inside her. I was half crazed
with arousal, and in a hurry.

"Ohh!  Uhh!"

"You okay?"

"Yeah. It's okay. Stick it in all the way."

In the space of a few seconds, I drove in to the hilt.

"Ahhhhhh!"

"Oh, that feels good, Aislin!"

"Yes! Fuck me good! Give me your cum!"

It didn't take long. A couple of minutes of brusque thrusting, and I
unleashed a torrent of cum inside her. I didn't wait long before I
withdrew and got her on her back. I inserted a finger inside her. Wow,
she was slippery from my cum. I knew I found her magic spot when her
hips jerked. I continued to massage her magic spot as I took her
inside my mouth. Her gasps of pleasure were sweet music to me, and I
started to hum. The extra stimulation provided by the vibration
brought her off quickly.

"Uhh!  Uhh!  Unhh!  Uhhh!" she groaned as she ejaculated.

When she quieted down I swallowed her sweet nectar. "Gmmmfff!" Then
she slipped out.

"Oh my God, that was hot!" she exclaimed. "Now we both need a shower!"

We showered, dressed, and went out for that burger. Much later than
she had planned. She looked pensive, and I asked her what she was
thinking. She laughed. "I want you to spend the night, but I know that
if you do, we're going to get very little sleep. How about if you come
over on Friday and plan to sleep over?"

I said okay, and we finished up and headed for her place. At her door,
we kissed passionately and then I went home. She was really getting to
me. The more I was with her, the more I wanted to be. 

Two days later we were in her bed. It was becoming our pattern to do
sexual things first, then have dinner. I had teased her to distraction
over an extended time, with one finger inside her, lightly massaging
her magic spot, gently stroking her hard erect cock, and
tickle-touching her ball sac. Then I had her go inside me. In spite of
her extreme arousal, she truly made love to me. It was tender, caring,
and loving. When she climaxed, it was so intense that she passed out
for a moment.

A while later, I made love to her. Slowly, tenderly, and I felt the
real connection between us that transcended the physical coupling and
made the experience emotional and spiritual. We were truly connected
in all the ways that lovers feel.

Later, at dinner, she said, "I think it's time that you met my
family."

I was a little surprised at the suddenness. I raised my eyebrows
questioningly. She smiled.

"I promised myself that when I fell in love, I'd take the guy to meet
my parents and family."

I grasped her hands. "You dear girl," I said. "I felt it too. I'd love
to meet them. Is there anything I should know ahead of time?"

"No, just be yourself!"

She pulled out her phone and called her mom. During her conversation
she looked at me and asked, "Is tomorrow okay? For dinner?" I nodded
assent.

Back in her bed we made love again. There were whispered endearments,
long kisses, a few tears of passion, and some spectacular orgasms. We
went to sleep with her practically on top of me. We both slept well.

After a leisurely breakfast, she asked me to come by at 3 PM and we'd
drive to her parents.

I was nervous, of course. I didn't know how much she told them about
our relationship, or what their expectations would be. When I went to
her place, she was dressed in the same outfit she wore on our first
date. She was stunning. She was also glowing. During the drive to her
parents, she placed my free hand on her bare leg, and put her hand
close to my crotch. It was erotically distracting, though we managed
to drive there without any mishaps.

I parked the car in her parents' driveway and we began to walk toward
the door. Before we got there, the door flew open and a woman's voice
exclaimed, "My God, Aislin! You look so happy and radiant!"

"Hi, mom," Aislin said, and fell into a hug. I stood for a moment, and
they broke the hug. "This must be the young man you told me about. Hi,
I'm Miriam."

"Hello, ma'am. I'm Rick."

I noticed that there were tears running down Miriam's face. "I'm
sorry, Rick, it's just that I've never seen Aislin so happy. And
doesn't she look gorgeous!"

"That she is, ma'am."

"Please call me Miriam," she chuckled. "Here, let me introduce you to
the others."

Then I met Aislin's father, Gordon, and her older brother Jason, and
his wife Shelly. Miriam hooked her arm in mine and said, "I'm going to
have a word with Rick. We'll be outside at the gazebo."

Uh-oh. Time for "the talk." The trouble was, I didn't know what the
talk would be about. I followed Miriam to their spacious back yard and
sat next to her on a bench.

"That girl is head-over-heels in love with you. You know that, don't
you?"

What do you say to the mother of someone you're dating when she asks
that kind of question? I mumbled something like, "Well, I think I know
that. I hope so."

Miriam laughed. "Rick, the only wrong answer is the one that's not
truthful. When you talk to me, I just want the truth, okay? I'll not
hold anything against you for telling me how it is. Can you commit to
that?"

I paused a few seconds, then looked her directly in the eye. "Yes.
Only the truth." Then I waited.

"How do you feel about her going through with the final step?"

"I haven't really thought about that. I'd hope that she would
carefully weigh the risks and benefits. Also, if she does do it, it
should be for her, not for me... or anyone else."

Miriam seemed pleased with my answer. "Do you see your relationship
with her as a long term one?"

"Well, it's a new relationship. But I'll tell you this - the more I'm
with her, the more I want to be with her."

"Mm-hmm. And what else?"

"Miriam - do you think she's ready for a long term relationship? Is
she going to want more experience before settling down?"

"She's a lot more emotionally mature than you might guess from her
age," Miriam said in a serious tone. "Also, when she wants something,
she's tenacious about going after it. And right now that's you. I know
she wouldn't have given her virginity to you unless she was in love
with you."

She smiled. "No, don't be nervous abut my knowing. She said you were
willing to wait a few days after she told you that you were the one.
Anyway, I just wanted to know a few things about how you felt. We
should go back inside and visit with the others."

I chatted with her father for a few minutes, then with her brother. He
was a little secretive about what he did for a living, but allowed as
he was an investigator of sorts. Aislin stuck by me most of the time,
which made me feel good. Then it was time to have dinner.

Her family made me feel welcome, and I heard several times how they'd
not seen her as happy as today. They brought out the wine and we had a
toast to Aislin's and my new relationship.

Halfway through dinner, Shelly asked me if I had any concerns about
the relationship. I answered, "I have a very serious concern."

Everything went quiet. Total silence. I tried hard to look serious. I
said, while holding her left hand, "Aislin is so stunningly gorgeous
that guys are going to be hitting on her constantly, regardless of
whether or not there's a ring on this pretty finger." There was a
collective sigh of relief, and everyone was smiling. Aislin blushed. I
held up my hand and said, "There's more."

I continued, "I think most guys are gracious enough to back off when
told no. Occasionally, though, there's a snake in paradise who is
focused on power and subjugation."

Jason held up his hand and said, "Say no more. I have the means to
deal with those kinds of people. If either of you begin to suspect
something isn't right, let me know immediately. Don't wait for it to
get out of hand. And Aislin, those types of people will do what they
can to drive a wedge between you and Rick. If they tell you that he's
stepping out on you, demand proof. If they won't give you the evidence
without you meeting them somewhere or some such thing, be suspicious.
Aislin, you're in graphic design. You know how things can be faked."

The mood was rather somber, but Jason had addressed my concern about
blackmail and other nefarious motives. "The same goes for you, Rick.
If someone tells you that they think Aislin is doing something wrong,
ask her for an explanation or get with me."

He wrote his cell and home numbers on a card and passed it to me.

"I'm glad you brought that up, Rick," Miriam said. "I truly have never
seen her as happy as she is now. I'm so glad you found each other!"

I laughed. "Miriam, if you keep talking like that, I'm going to have a
swelled head."

Aislin immediately made a show of putting her hand under the table on
my crotch, and said, "Hmmmm, it's too late for that! This head is
already swelled up!" It was my turn to blush as everyone else
dissolved in laughter.

After much conversation, the visit came to an end. I exchanged hugs
with everyone, and Aislin and I started home. A few minutes into the
drive, she said, "I'm so turned on. When you said something about a
ring on my finger, I almost had an orgasm! I'm about to cum right
now!"

"Take your panties off, but don't touch yourself."

I held my hand out, and she gave me her panties, which I stuffed into
a pocket. The rest of the drive to her place was quiet and filled with
sexual tension.

The moment we got inside her place, I led her to the bedroom, and had
her lie down. I pushed her dress up to expose her naked hips, and got
between her legs. I gently blew on her, increasing her arousal.

"Oh God, oh God," she whispered. "Please, I need to cum!"

I lightly tickle-touched her ball sac, and her six inches stood
throbbingly erect. She was breathing hard, trying to keep her hands
away from her sex. Using just two fingers, I lightly stroked her cock.
Her hips trembled. As soon as she cried out, "Aaaaaugh!" I knew she
was crossing the line. Then I immediately took her in my mouth and
provided enough stimulation to see her through a satisfying
ejaculation. She flooded my mouth with her essence, and I gulped a
couple of times. I kept her inside my mouth until she subsided.

"Oh my gosh! Thank you, thank you!"

I lay on top of her and we kissed for a while. My own cock was hard
and confined in my clothes. After a time I said, "I'm overdressed,"
and got up to take my clothes off. She reached for the lubricant and
generously slathered my erection with it. Then she turned over, hiked
her dress up, and said, in a teasingly pouting voice, "Give your
girlfriend a good fucking!"

I loved the way she talked. I entered her and quickly sank in all the
way. She gave a big sigh. I let myself lie on top of her, and started
to thrust. Almost all the way out, then all the way in. "Uhhhh!" she
sexily groaned. I kept on for several minutes. She wiggled under me,
and the sounds she made drove me wild.

"It's so hot knowing I'm going to carry your cum inside me all night!"

That sent me over the line. My cock pulsed and throbbed as I sent
powerful spurts inside her. I stayed inside her for several minutes
and finally slipped out. I got on my back and she lay her head on my
chest. She didn't get undressed, and we didn't even turn off the light
as we drifted into a deep satisfying sleep.

I awoke with her naked body against mine, and the room lights off,
with the early morning sky gently illuminating the room. She must have
gotten up during the night.

I held her close to me. "Aislin, I love you."

She dreamily purred. "Love you too. Let's get showered and have
breakfast."

As we went for a walk later I told her it was time she met my parents
and would see if the following Saturday was all right. We held hands.
We kissed. We used our hands to arouse and titillate. I tenderly
stroked her face, and ran my hands over her firm legs and knees. A
woman's bare knees can be very sexy. Hers were.

We made arrangements to go out to dinner on Wednesday, and I went back
to my place for the night. We both needed rest from our full weekend.
The next day I called my mom and told her I was getting serious about
a girl and wanted them to meet her. Dinner and a visit on Saturday was
to be. I was anxious about how they'd react to knowing about Aislin. I
was not going to keep that from them.

Wednesday at dinner Aislin mentioned that she was nervous about
meeting my parents. I told her not to worry, and tried to conceal my
own apprehension. "Look," I said, "Whatever happens, will happen. I
can't do much about it and neither can you. We'll deal with it however
it happens. But I'm not giving you up."

That brought a smile to her face. We spent the night together.

I asked Aislin to dress the same way she did for the time at her
parents, and she did.

Introductions took place, and Aislin met my mom ("Call me Sandy,
dear," she said) and my dad ("Call me Bill.") After a few moments
small talk, my mom grasped Aislin's hand and said, "Excuse us for a
few minutes, boys." Ah yes. Time for "the talk" just as I had done
with Miriam. It was then I said to my dad, "Let's go outside." He
picked up on the fact that I had something to tell him.

"So, what's on your mind, son?"

"I really like her a lot."

"I can tell. Looks like it's more than like."

"Uh, yeah."

"What else?"

"Do you know what a T-girl is?"

He looked stunned for a moment, then asked, "She's a T-girl?"

I nodded.

He was silent for a moment. "Wow." Then a slow whistle. "I kind of
envy you, son."

"Huh?!"

He laughed. "I had a very serious relationship with a T-girl when I
was overseas on business before I met your mom. We realized there was
no way that she could leave her family and come to the states to live,
so we cooled it."

My dad? Had a serious thing with a T-girl? How do you react to that?

"Interesting," was all I could manage to say at the time.

"Don't let her get away, son. And don't worry about her and your mom.
They're probably crying and hugging right now. She probably pulled the
whole story out of Aislin. She has a way of doing that."

I grinned as we walked inside the house. The women were probably still
talking, and my dad and I sat and made conversation.

Another half hour went by and the women hadn't returned, so my dad
started fixings for dinner. I helped where I could.

Finally the women emerged. They both looked as though they'd been
crying, and I had to stifle a laugh at my dad's spot-on prediction.
Aislin rushed into my arms and whispered, "I told her everything."

I put my hands on her shoulders, looked directly in her eyes, and
said, "I'm proud of you, Aislin. I'm so proud of you." Then I held her
close for a few moments. For those moments nothing else existed. Just
the two of us.

We had to get a more upbeat mood for dinner, so I put on some
classical music, and Aislin and I went outside.

"Your mom said it's okay if I tell you about our talk. I'd like to do
that some other time."

"That's fine. Maybe I should tell you about my talk with your mom."

"Oh, I know all about it. She told me on Monday. And that gave me more
reasons to be in love with you."

I smiled. "My dad is more open minded than I thought he'd be. Things
are good there."

We went in and joined my folks. We had good wine and good conversation
over dinner. Nothing heavy. They made it plain that they liked Aislin.

On the way back to Aislin's I asked her for her panties. She gave me a
shy smile and slipped them off. When we got to her place I led her to
her bed, then asked her to remove all her clothes. Seeing her get
undressed always excited me. Then I shed my clothes.

I tickle-touched and teased her throbbing cock and ball sac until she
was about to go crazy.

"Aislin, I've never seen you cum. Can I do that?"

"You've seen - oh, you mean from my thingy?"

"Yes," I whispered. "Your thingy."

"Okay... Please let me cum soon."

I smiled and firmly stroked her cock until she exclaimed and erupted.
Spurts of cum shot from her in pulses. The first one was the most
powerful, and streaks of her essence splattered on her midsection.

"Oh my gosh, I needed that relief!"

I kept her lying down and licked up her spent juice.

"It's my turn to see you cum!" she excitedly said. So I lay back and
let her work her magic on me. She worked on me for about twenty
minutes, and I thought I was going crazy. It was probably payback for
my teasing her to distraction. Her gentle, slender finger teased my
prostate as she gently handled my balls with her other hand. She
hardly touched my cock until she was ready to see me spurt. Then -
wow! She giggled when I came out of my orgasmic delirium, and licked
my spent cum from wherever it had landed.

I told Aislin the next day that I would like her parents to meet mine,
and that we could take them out to dinner. I suggested about two weeks
out and she assented. We would both be involved in scheduling the
event. 

"Aislin, I have to ask you some questions," I began when we were
together midweek.

She got a concerned expression on her face and stammered, "Uhm, okay."

"When I talked to your mother, she made it clear that the only wrong
answer is one that is not true. I agreed to always tell her the truth,
whatever it is. The same thing applies between you and me. I'm asking
that you commit to always telling the truth. Will you do that?"

"Oh, yes!"

"What do you want from our relationship? What are your expectations?"
I knew that was a very open ended question. I had to know what she
really wanted.

She looked at her hands for a moment composing her answer. "I'm very
much in love with you, and I'd like to think that we will be together
long term."

"Do you think you'll want other relationships before getting to
something permanent? Are you going to want to experience others?"

"I've asked myself that same question, Rick. I compare what we have
now, with what could be possible in other relationships, and there's
not any comparison. I've got what I want now. I don't need anything or
anyone else."

"Once we're exclusive, can you be faithful?"

"I know I can. Can I ask you some questions too?"

"Of course."

"Are you going to want other relationships? Are you going to want to
experience... pussy?"

Wow. She's been giving this some thought, too. "I'm in love with you,
Aislin. The total you. Not 97 percent of you, but the whole person.
I'm ready for something long term. I've had pussy before, and I've had
other relationships. But now I have you."

"What about the faithfulness thing?"

"I will be faithful to you."

She smiled.

"Aislin, take off your panties."

She got a questioning look on her face, but did as I asked. She sat
down again, and I pulled her dress up to expose her naked hips. She
was aroused. I knelt between her legs, grasped her left hand, and
said, "Aislin - I want to put a ring on this finger. Will you marry
me?"

She gasped. I saw her cock twitch, and I immediately took her in my
mouth.

"Uhh!  Uhhh!  Uhhh!  Oh my God!  Oh my God!"

After she finished spurting, I pulled back. Tears started to fall from
her face.

"You know me better than I thought you did. Yes, I'll marry you!  Yes,
my love!"

In her bed, she showed me how happy she was with my proposal. We
didn't get much sleep that night. I asked her not to tell anyone yet,
and that we would announce our engagement at the dinner where her
parents would meet mine. That meant that she would not even tell her
mother. I don't suppose that I could really have kept her from telling
Glenda at some point, though at least she could swear her to secrecy.
We needed time to find the rings that she wanted, and one that I would
like to wear.

Friday evening we went to dinner and I stayed the night. By morning I
was drained and rested. She, too, was happily satisfied.

The next day, we spent several hours looking at rings, and chose the
ones we would use. None of them needed resizing, so I was able to pay
for them and take them with us. I don't know how she kept from cumming
when she tried them on.

In the car, I wanted to see if she had cum. So I put my hand inside
her panties. She gritted her teeth and immediately spurted several
pulses in my hand. "Oh! Uhh! Ahh! Oh God!"

"Wow," I said, "you were on a hair trigger!"

"Why did you do that?"

"I only wanted to see if you had already cum in your panties. You
really shot off when I touched you."

"Oh my gosh, I was so hot! I needed that release."

"Well, I'm glad this turns you on. I love it when you cum."

She giggled. "Let me see your hand."

I showed her, and she giggled again. Then she brought my hand to her
lips and licked up her mess. Her tongue on my hand felt good. My cock
was rock hard in my pants. "Let's get you home, so I can take care of
that," she said.

I was on my back. We were both naked. She had one finger inside me,
teasing my prostate. She slowly took me to the edge of ejaculation
several times, using her hand and her mouth. It was probably a half
hour, but it felt like an eternity. I begged her to let me cum. She'd
just giggle and shake her head.

Finally, she lay next to me on her tummy. She teasingly nibbled on my
ear and whispered, "I'm all lubed up for you. I want you to spread my
buns apart and fuck me silly!"

As hot as I was, it's a wonder that her words alone didn't make me
cum. I entered her and slid in all the way. I love the sounds she
makes when I thrust inside her. And, the words she uses are probably
designed to make me spurt before I want to.

My hands firmly grasped her hips as I gave her long, full thrusts. I
was able to hold off for about twenty minutes, in spite of her teasing
and edging me.

"Uhh!  Uhhh!  Oh, yes!  Fuck your little slut!  Fuck my brains out!
Make my head spin!  Oh!  Ohh!  Ahhh!  I love your cock inside me!
Shoot that nasty cum far up inside me!"

I closed my eyes and saw stars as I spurted and spurted. I stayed
inside her as we recovered, and then I slipped out. After our showers,
she lay on top of me and we both slept.

We decided that we would have a private ceremony in which I would
place the engagement ring on her finger before we met hers and my 
parents for dinner. We didn't spend Friday night together, and I went
to her place in midafternoon on Saturday.

We both showered, and after we got dressed, I led Aislin to the living
room and had her sit down. I had the engagement ring in my hand. I got
on one knee before her.

"Aislin, I want to be with you always. Will you be my wife?"

She sniffled, and a few tears rolled down her face. She answered in a
quavering voice, "Yes, Rick, I would love to be your wife. Words can't
express the depth of my love for you."

I took her hand and slid the ring on her finger. It was a powerful
moment. I stood and pulled her up, and held her close. More tears
came. Then I lightly kissed her lips.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"I'm more than okay," she smiled.

"You are so beautiful," I whispered. "Let's get ready to meet our
parents."

I wore a suit, and Aislin had donned an evening dress. As we were
ushered to our reserved table, several males turned their heads to
stare at the vision beside me. My parents then showed up. They were
surprised to see me in a suit. Aislin's parents arrived a few minutes
later. We made introductions, and Aislin discreetly kept her hands out
of view for the time being.

I ordered champagne, and while the waiter retrieved it, I said that
this was a special day, and that we have a lot to celebrate. The
waiter poured the champagne, and then I said, "There's another reason
we're celebrating."

Aislin smiled and held her hand so that her ring could be seen. There
was an excited chorus of "Oh my God!" from Miriam and my mom. Yes,
there were tears from the ladies, and hearty words of congratulations
from the fathers.

My dad said, "I'm happy for you, son. You made a good choice. I knew
it was just a matter of time after you brought her over to meet us."

Miriam asked, "When did you start wearing the ring?"

"A couple of hours ago. We decided on a private ceremony, just the two
of us," Aislin replied with a sly smile.

I thought back to the first time I ever saw Aislin. She was withdrawn,
shy, vulnerable. Now she was vivacious, much more confident, and
strong. I guess she was always strong, she just kept it hidden.

After the dinner we went back to her bed and made love. Later, after
Aislin talked with her mom and mine, we set a wedding date about four
months out. We had a lot of decisions to make, including where, who
the guests would be, and the wedding party.

Aislin wanted Glenda to be her matron of honor, and I was thinking of
James, a friend from work, as best man. We had lunch with James, so he
could meet her.

During the weeks until the wedding, Aislin and I saw a little less of
each other, so I took a renewed interest in bicycling, which I loved.
Aislin got a crash course in cooking and meal preparation from both
our moms, which worked out well. Neither of us were strangers to
fixing our own food, but meal planning for more than one person was
something we each could learn, and Aislin said I could learn from her
experience.

There was a lunch for Aislin given by her co-workers, and she wanted
me to be there so her work friends could meet me. There we were,
enjoying ourselves, and one of the girls there, Carolyn, asked me who
my previous serious relationship was. I said her name was Becky. "I
know her," Carolyn said. "She doesn't have good things to say about
you."

Everyone got quiet. Carolyn went on, "She said you hit her and that
you used to screw around on her."

At first I was stunned. Then I burst out laughing. Everyone looked at
me questioningly, some of them with obvious disapproval. Except
Aislin. She was busily texting on her phone.

"What's so funny?" Carolyn asked.

When I could finally compose myself I said, "That sounds like her. She
was the one with the temper. She stepped out on me several times when
we agreed to be exclusive. And, once she tried to hit me. I blocked
it, of course. That's when I broke up with her."

Then I had a text on my phone. It was from Aislin. It said: sit tight
I think u'll enjoy this.

The subject was dropped, for the moment. The mood was more subdued
than before. A few minutes later Miriam walked in.

Aislin stood up. "I'd like all of you to meet my mom. Can you stay for
lunch?"

Miriam said yes, and then Aislin asked Carolyn to tell Miriam what she
said earlier. Miriam had the same response as me. She broke up
laughing.

"And you believed her, Carolyn? You believed a bitter control freak of
a slut?"

Carolyn stammered, "Uh, well, I guess I wanted to check it out."

Miriam smiled indulgently. "I checked her out a few weeks ago. My son
is a private investigator. While I can't divulge details, let's just
say that Becky and the truth are an estranged couple."

The mood lightened up after that. Carolyn never mentioned to Aislin
how Miriam's information eventually affected her friendship with
Becky.

3. The wedding night

Most of the nights that I spent with Aislin were at her place, though
we decided that after the wedding she'd move in with me. My apartment
was larger, and was more convenient for both of our workplaces.

Our two set of parents got together and gave us a week long vacation
package at a honeymoon resort about a hundred miles away.

About two weeks before the wedding, after a night of raucous
lovemaking, Aislin suggested that we abstain from further sex until
the wedding night. I got hard again, thinking of the implications. We
would both be in dire need of release, and our arousal would be ramped
up to an incredible level.

"Are you sure you'll be okay with that?" I asked. "Are you going to
have an orgasm when I slip the wedding ring on your finger in front of
everyone?"

"Oh my gosh, I don't know! I want to hold all my orgasms for when just
the two of us are together. If I do cum then, my panties will be
soaked. If my knees start to buckle, hold me up, okay?"

I said okay. "The idea is really hot, though. How about one more
before we abstain?"

Another round of lovemaking, and we were, by agreement, abstaining
until the consummation.

Besides the busy times that most couples experience before the
wedding, I increased my bicycling to stave off the stress and to be
able to keep my commitment to abstain. Those days before the wedding
became more or less a blur.

Aislin was gorgeous in her wedding dress. It hugged her slender body,
and her veil added an element of mystery. In front of everyone
attending the wedding, her voice was full of love and emotion as she
repeated the words given by the minister.

"To have and to hold... from this day forward... forsaking all
others..."

Then it was my turn to repeat the words. I watched her closely as I
slipped the ring on her finger. She did okay. The other emotions must
have overshadowed her arousal.

I lifted her veil as if I were unmasking something fragile. I saw her
beautiful face, she was trying valiantly to hold back her tears. Her
lips parted slightly to welcome mine. A tender kiss, and Aislin was my
bride.

The reception was also a blur. I chose not to drink any alcohol except
for the champagne toast. A few hours later, and we were on our way.

We checked in to our suite, and Aislin said she had some preparing to
do. I waited on the veranda, appreciating the silence. About a half
hour later, she came to me. She whispered sexily, "I am your bride.
It's time for you to take me and make me yours alone. I will surrender
to you in all ways that you want me."

Oh gosh, the words she comes up with. My boner was almost tearing a
hole in my pants. I grasped her hand and led her into the suite.
Although barefoot, she was still in her wedding dress.

"Are you wearing your panties, my bride?"

"No, sir, I have no need of them now."

"It's customary for the groom to make his bride cum first on their
wedding night. Stand as you are, and pull up your dress. Show me your
wares."

She smiled as she gathered her dress above her naked hips. Her legs
were naked, too. Oh my gosh, what a beautiful sight she was.

I knelt before her, grasped her hips, and took her in my mouth. She
groaned as I worked on her, and her breathing picked up. I didn't want
to make her cum right away, but I didn't want to tease and torture
her, either. After a few moments I knew she was quickly building up to
her orgasm. I felt her cock expand.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed in a throaty whisper. "Uhh!  Uhh!  Uhhh!"

I felt jets of her essence spurt in my mouth as she gave me a profuse
serving. Because it was coming from her, my new bride, I reveled in
the taste. I swallowed a couple of times. Then she gave a big sigh.

She smiled at me as I got up and undressed. 

"Are you ready for me?"

"Yes sir, I'm all lubed up and ready. Please, I can't wait."

I loved the "sir" words from her. I had to keep in mind that this was
a kind of role play only for that night, or possibly the honeymoon.

"Keep your dress on for this one," I instructed. I had her bend
forward at the edge of the bed, with her feet on the floor. What a
glorious sight she was, bent over the edge of the bed with her wedding
dress hiked up above her bare bottom.

"Spread your legs, honey," I encouraged. She did, and I reached for
the lubricant and generously slathered some on my anxious cock.

"I'm going to go inside you all the way without stopping, Aislin."

After a pause, she quavered, "Yes, sir."

I spread her buns apart, positioned my cock at her entrance, and in
the space of just a few seconds, plunged in all the way. Oh my, it
felt good!

"UUUUUH!  Aaaahhh!"

"Are you okay, Aislin?"

"Yes, sir..."

I went in and out slowly when I could, since I wanted to make the
first session of the wedding night memorable. She wiggled. She
squirmed. She kicked her legs whenever I gave her a particularly hard
thrust. And her groans and exclamations spurred me on and on. I was
surprised that I held off as long as I did. It must have been more
than fifteen minutes before I knew I could not hold back any longer.

I surrendered to the feeling, and tightened my grasp on her hips. I
saw flashes of light as my cum spurted deep inside her. I waited until
my breathing had recovered before I withdrew.

We crawled on top of the bed, and she lay next to me, smiling. "Our
marriage has been consummated, my love," she said. "I am yours, and
you are mine!"

"That's a good feeling," I replied. I positioned her on top of me, and
kissed her hard. She responded in kind. "Aislin - do you want to go
inside me?"

"I'd love to. Let me get this dress off."

She was well lubricated, and thrust in and out for quite some time
before she exclaimed, "Oh my god!" and wiggled her hips as she shot
her spunk inside me. Our connecting felt good.

We showered together and had a dinner brought by room service.
Afterward, out on the veranda, we slowly finished off a bottle of
champagne while appreciating the silence of the evening. We didn't say
much; words were not necessary. We were both trying to experience the
present moment as far as possible.

Back in bed, I held her tight, and we slept. During the night, she
woke me up in a particularly sensual way, and whispered, "I need you
to fuck me." That got my attention, and then she said, "But first, let
me get you ready."

I was on my back, and she teased my prostate with gentle stimulation
without touching any other part of my body. My cock throbbed with
desire, yet she kept teasing. "Aislin!" I whispered.

"Patience, my husband," she giggled. "We have the rest of our lives to
experience pleasure."

I tried desperately to keep my hands away from where she was working,
and barely succeeded. After an agonizingly long time, when I thought
my aching balls were about to explode, she withdrew and giggled. Then
she lay on her tummy and said, "I'm ready for you!"

I lubricated her when she spread her firm buns for me. Then I entered
her. I slipped all the way inside as I let myself lie down on top of
her.

"Ughh! Uhhnh! Ughhh!" she moaned as I vigorously pumped inside her. It
didn't take long to spurt everything I had inside her.

I eventually withdrew and had her get on her back.

"Mmmm, you fucked me good! I love surrendering to your cock!"

I kissed her lips, her breasts, and her front down to her pubic mound.
Then, vowing to tease her magic spot the same way she did mine, I
slipped my finger inside her and gently touched all around. I could
see why she likes to do that with me. I had a feeling of control over
her responses, and she had to cultivate the self control to resist
stimulating herself. At the same time, it's immensely pleasurable to
us both.

I kept on lightly stimulating her magic spot as she wiggled and
moaned. I quickly brushed my lips on hers, licked under her ear, gave
gentle kisses on her nipples. All the while stimulating her insides.

"Oh, I can't take any more!" she gasped. "Please, lover, let me cum!"

I just smiled and shook my head. For several more minutes, I kept up
her gradual ascent to pleasure. When I sensed that it was time, I took
her in my mouth as I brusquely worked on her magic spot. In almost no
time, she crested and began to pulse and spurt. And spurt. And spurt.

Afterward she cried tears of relief and gratitude. We held each other
tight and drifted off to sleep again.

The rest of our honeymoon continued like that. Giving each other
pleasure, taking walks, holding hands, sightseeing, and, most
treasured of all, the whispered words of lovers during the night.

4. Life after the wedding

We were both busy when we got back after the honeymoon. We moved her
things into my place. I also talked her into taking up bicycling with
me. Eventually we took long rides on a trail next to the river.

Once we both got back home hot and sweaty. Aislin had undressed
wanting to take a shower. I tackled her to the bed and kissed her
hard. Then I licked her sensual breasts, her underarms, and
midsection. Then I got down and took her toes in my mouth. That was an
intense turn-on for her. I licked the outsides of her legs, up to her
hips.

I took her in my mouth and teased her to a throbbing erect state, not
giving her enough stimulation to cum. I waited until she desperately
pleaded for relief, and then let her release the salty flood of her
cum into my mouth.

I got her on her hands and knees and prepared to enter her. "Okay
now," I said, "In we go!"

"Uuuuhgh!"

As I tightly held her hips I energetically thrust in and out. It
didn't take long to give her a profuse serving, with her exclaiming,
"Oh, yes! I'm your slut! Fuck me hard!"

Orgasms are a great way to dissipate tension of the workaday world,
and we took ample advantage of that. Of course, being in love and
committed to each other just makes it sweeter. Some of what we did was
lust-crazed stress relief, some of it was tender sex, and some was
true lovemaking.

It was my idea once to open a bottle of wine and each of us slowly sip
it during a lengthy session. The first time of this, I had her get
naked, and I did as well. Then while she gradually consumed her glass
of wine, I knelt before her and took her in my mouth. I took an
occasional sip of wine, too, and then went back to work on her. I gave
her lengthy and tender oral sex. I didn't let her cum until she took
the last sip of wine. Then she unloaded a torrent of her salty cum
into my mouth. I found that a dry red wine goes well with T-girl cum.

A few days later she reciprocated, and I was the recipient of her
loving oral attention on my aroused and hard cock. We do that once a
week or so, and sometimes to spice things up, we go a few days without
orgasm beforehand. I'll tell you now, it's not easy to live and sleep
with her and not want to give and take sexual pleasure. Not easy, but
it is doable.

5. Later years

Much has happened in subsequent years. Aislin decided not to go
through with the final step. We talked it over extensively, and she
considered my input. As I told her before, I'm in love with 100% of
her.

We had one instance of an executive coming on to her and attempting to
build an emotional fence around her. After we involved her brother,
who found out some other unsavory things about this guy, all three of
us had a little talk with him, in which he eagerly agreed to move to
another state.

Beginning about a year after the wedding I spent about four years
building up an investment portfolio and learning how to manage my own
stocks. It got to the point that it became my full time job, and both
of us quit work.

We are now in our fifties. I look at her and see some grey streaks in
her long hair. Her face is that of an older, though very beautiful,
and stylish, woman, and her eyes convey love every time I gaze into
them. I am greying too, though we both have kept fit from bicycling
and our other activities.

My parents and hers are gone, and Aislin's brother has retired.

While there is not the wedding-night passion, we still have intense
bedroom sessions. We are both creative and have brought some
pleasurable ideas into the bedroom. Never involving anyone else,
though.

Have we had occasional temptations? I'm sure everyone does, and that
we are no exception. Before I proposed to her, though, we each pledged
our faithfulness to each other, in addition to forsaking all others in
our wedding vows. We've kept our promises.

I've been encouraging Aislin to write and publish her life story. I'm
sure it would be an interesting read. I have a vision of a photo of
her on our wedding day, as the cover photo. She became a writer after
quitting work, and has had articles published in various magazines.

In addition to my investing, and her writing, we raise dogs that have
been rescued from abusive situations. It started years ago when a
yellow lab literally followed us home on one of our bike rides.  She
had not been microchipped, so we left her with a veterinarian for a
few days to be checked out. We spent some time trying to find the
owner, and after a while, called her ours.

So, although this written story must end, OUR story does not have an
ending.

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