My eyes climbed her perfect body from her toes to her eyes. Along the way, I refreshed the mental picture I had of every piece and part of her – her feet, ankles, calves, knees, thighs, slit, clitoral hood, mons, hips, waist, navel, tummy, ribs, breasts, areolas, nipples, chest, collarbone, neck, jaw, chin, lips, mouth, nose, cheeks, ears, eyes, eyebrows, forehead, bangs, and hair.
I found myself sighing. There was not a damned thing wrong with her. She was my picture of absolute perfection.
I saw her mouth move and looked to see her worrying her lower lip.
“What?” I asked her.
“Am I… okay?” she asked.
“Are you kidding me? I’ve been jerking off to this picture of you for months – although – in my dreams – I can see your tasty pink bits.
Her knees moved apart slowly until I could just see her treasures, hiding within.
“God! You’re so beautiful,” I moaned.
“I want you so badly, Jimmy,” she moaned in reply.
“You’re just lying there,” I said.
“I can’t touch you.”
“I’ve watched you touch the others – lots of times,” I told her, confused by her words.
“That was different,” she said.
“Why?”
“This is… special,” she said, not quite meeting my eyes.
“… but I can touch you?” I asked.
“Yes. Please.”
She was almost begging.
“Maybe I should make you wait,” I told her. “You’ve tormented me for months.”
“I know,” she admitted. “I didn’t know any other way.”
“The others?”
“Tools – to get me access to you.”
“That’s a little creepy.”
“I tried talking to you.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I had rules for myself. You’ve bent my moral compass so badly now that I’m afraid it’s broken beyond repair.”
“I have rules too. I can’t initiate. I’m really not even supposed to talk about it. But I have never deceived you – and I don’t intend to start now.”
“If I ask you questions, you’ll tell the truth?”
She began to look worried.
“Yes,” she said, finally.
“If I sleep with you…”
“I will never touch another person unless you order it.”
“That’s a little hard to believe, considering the last several months.”
“I swear it on everything that is holy – or unholy – if you prefer. I swear it on my life.”
“I was saving myself for marriage.”
“I will marry you, if you desire it.”
That was the oddest wedding proposal I had ever heard of.
“What if I refuse to sleep with you until we’re married?”
“As long as you promise you’ll make me yours, I swear I’ll stop tormenting you.”
“You’re tormenting me right now,” I told her, glancing at her half-open vulva before looking back to her eyes and smiling.
She smiled back and said, “Good – but not as much as you’re tormenting me.”
“Wait. What?”
“I must have you, Jimmy. I need you. Please. My body aches for you. I have dreamed of joining with you.”
I stared at her for a moment. Some of her words were weird – but she was saying the same thing I was – sort of. She’d also promised to marry me – sort of. Now I wasn’t really “breaking” my rule – I was just collecting a down-payment – sort of.
I kicked off my left shoe and she gasped. I looked up and she was worrying her lower lip again. She had spread her knees a little farther apart. I watched her as I kicked off the other shoe. Her legs opened just a little wider.
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