“Okay. It’s a date then.” Taylor smiled. “What are you doing right now?”
“Watching football.”
“Great. We can watch football until our date.”
I opened the door and followed her inside. Everyone looked puzzled. Probably me more that anyone. The old man was in his chair. One of my sisters and my Mom were watching the game.
“Taylor’s going to watch the game with us.”
“Hello, Taylor!”
Everyone knew Taylor. She was a neighborhood kid and we knew her family from being in the Ward. I sat back on the couch and Taylor settled in between my mother and me. It dawned on everyone that this was an usual thing that was happening. We cheered for the Broncos over the Chargers and Taylor was happy to cheer right along with us.
At the end of the half I made an awkward move to put my arm on the back of the couch behind her and she wiggled a few inches closer to me. I was already deciding how many kids we would have and when would be the wedding. She probably already had it figured out for me. Okay, to be honest I was thinking about how it would be like to fuck her.
When the game ended with the Broncos winning everyone seemed happy. I was a little afraid to announce our next move. Taylor handled that for me.
“Logan, we had better get going if you are going to buy that burger and fries you owe me.”
“Burger and fries?” I stumbled as my family snapped their heads towards us. “Burger, plus fries? I thought you said you were a cheap date. I have to buy fries, too?”
It was like talking to a little sister. Basically that’s what I was doing. I mean my little sister was even older than Taylor. I gave her an engagement ring on Valentine’s Day her senior year and was the old guy taking her to the prom.
In spite of both families being LDS Taylor insisted on a private ceremony with us being married by a notary at the local city park. I liked the idea. Her dad and I agreed on not having some bullshit Temple ceremony. That meant my bride and I didn’t have the wear the Jesus Britches, the famous Mormon underwear.
Taylor held on to her virginity until the wedding night. I saw her naked changing clothes a few times, felt her up and almost got a finger in her once. Finally getting to fuck her after the wedding was spectacular. Four years with BYU coeds and a few local girls my age gave me experience with about fifty young women before Taylor and I started dating. We never discussed my past experiences and teaching and learning from my new bride was truly amazing.
At first in the marriage the age difference was an effort. She noticed it too, but mostly it was me feeling like I was doing something wrong in fucking such a young wife. Taylor would joke and call herself my child bride and remind me that old men and younger women was the Mormon way.
After we married my company moved us to Oakland. Taylor got a job with an insurance agent and handled billing and claims. We got to be Raiders fans although we couldn’t really afford to go to an actual game. Snuggling on the couch and watching the games with my cock in my wife beat any stadium seat.