was flushed
as he unzipped his pants, telling me to turn around and bend over the counter.
I did as he asked and felt his hands between my legs guiding his cock. When I
felt him push inside me, I gasped. He took it slow though, stopping every few
moments, taking deep breaths before moving again. We went on like this for a while
and I could tell he was trying not to come, which I was glad about, but at the
same time I wanted him to do it faster.
“Fuck me...hard,” I finally said in
desperation and as soon as the words were out of my mouth he started to groan,
grabbing my hips, unable to control himself any longer. At the same time I started
screaming, since I was finally getting what I wanted, and between his groaning
and my screaming we made quite a racket.
Afterwards we were both breathing
heavily as he semi-collapsed on top of me, his arm wrapped around my waist. I
could hear him laughing. “Damn Kate, you can’t tell me to fuck you and then
expect me to be able to keep going!”
“I know...I forgot!” I started
laughing too. I honestly had forgotten that if I talk dirty to Ben at all during
sex, he usually comes. “I couldn’t help it. It felt really good, but it was
getting tortuous going so slow.”
“Yeah,” Ben said. “I was just trying
to make it last.”
***
We took a shower and then decided on
a nap. I couldn’t help notice how restless Ben seemed. He kept rolling around
and plumping his pillow. I nearly said something, but then he must have gotten
comfortable because he remained quiet and still. It was an overcast day outside
and I could hear rain tapping lightly against the roof and window. As I drifted
off to sleep, Ben started talking to me. I was sort of half listening, but when
I heard him say the words “get married” my eyes flew open.
“What did you just say?”
“I said I think we should get
married.”
I took a long moment to digest
this, trying to decide whether he was joking or not. He certainly sounded
serious. “We’re too young,” I finally said.
Ben chuckled. “We’re not too young.
We’re both twenty-three. Heck a lot of people get married younger than that, though
I have to agree that would be too young.” He put his arm around me. “I love you
Kate. I’ve never felt this way with anyone and the more I think about it I
can’t see any reason why we shouldn’t get married.”
Technically I was still twenty-two
and wouldn’t be twenty-three for another couple of months, but I decided not to
correct him on this. Instead I lay there very still. I tried to decide how I
felt about what he was saying. It occurred to me that most women would probably
have felt overjoyed, and I know that’s how I was supposed to feel when a guy I
loved was asking me to marry him. For some reason overjoyed was not the word I
would have used to describe the emotion I felt. I’d say dread was a far better
word. Yes, that was it.
Dread.
I felt dread because I knew we’d
reached one of those points in a relationship where there was no going back.
It’s like how it is after you sleep with someone the first time and you know
you can never return to just holding hands again. Ben had taken us to the next
level, but it wasn’t a level I felt ready for, and I felt dread because I didn’t
know how we could go back to how it was before.
“So what do you think?” he asked.
“I know I’m kind of throwing this at you, but how do you feel about it?”
I sat up and pulled my knees in, wrapping
my arms around myself. “Listen Ben, there’s something I need to tell you.” Looking
up he seemed relaxed and confident and it struck me that he obviously assumed I’d
marry him. “You know how you’re planning on going back to school? Well, I’ve
been thinking of doing the same thing. That’s why I’ve been so busy lately.
I’ve been putting together a portfolio for art school.”
“That’s great,” he said. “I think you
should definitely get your degree. We’ll
as he unzipped his pants, telling me to turn around and bend over the counter.
I did as he asked and felt his hands between my legs guiding his cock. When I
felt him push inside me, I gasped. He took it slow though, stopping every few
moments, taking deep breaths before moving again. We went on like this for a while
and I could tell he was trying not to come, which I was glad about, but at the
same time I wanted him to do it faster.
“Fuck me...hard,” I finally said in
desperation and as soon as the words were out of my mouth he started to groan,
grabbing my hips, unable to control himself any longer. At the same time I started
screaming, since I was finally getting what I wanted, and between his groaning
and my screaming we made quite a racket.
Afterwards we were both breathing
heavily as he semi-collapsed on top of me, his arm wrapped around my waist. I
could hear him laughing. “Damn Kate, you can’t tell me to fuck you and then
expect me to be able to keep going!”
“I know...I forgot!” I started
laughing too. I honestly had forgotten that if I talk dirty to Ben at all during
sex, he usually comes. “I couldn’t help it. It felt really good, but it was
getting tortuous going so slow.”
“Yeah,” Ben said. “I was just trying
to make it last.”
***
We took a shower and then decided on
a nap. I couldn’t help notice how restless Ben seemed. He kept rolling around
and plumping his pillow. I nearly said something, but then he must have gotten
comfortable because he remained quiet and still. It was an overcast day outside
and I could hear rain tapping lightly against the roof and window. As I drifted
off to sleep, Ben started talking to me. I was sort of half listening, but when
I heard him say the words “get married” my eyes flew open.
“What did you just say?”
“I said I think we should get
married.”
I took a long moment to digest
this, trying to decide whether he was joking or not. He certainly sounded
serious. “We’re too young,” I finally said.
Ben chuckled. “We’re not too young.
We’re both twenty-three. Heck a lot of people get married younger than that, though
I have to agree that would be too young.” He put his arm around me. “I love you
Kate. I’ve never felt this way with anyone and the more I think about it I
can’t see any reason why we shouldn’t get married.”
Technically I was still twenty-two
and wouldn’t be twenty-three for another couple of months, but I decided not to
correct him on this. Instead I lay there very still. I tried to decide how I
felt about what he was saying. It occurred to me that most women would probably
have felt overjoyed, and I know that’s how I was supposed to feel when a guy I
loved was asking me to marry him. For some reason overjoyed was not the word I
would have used to describe the emotion I felt. I’d say dread was a far better
word. Yes, that was it.
Dread.
I felt dread because I knew we’d
reached one of those points in a relationship where there was no going back.
It’s like how it is after you sleep with someone the first time and you know
you can never return to just holding hands again. Ben had taken us to the next
level, but it wasn’t a level I felt ready for, and I felt dread because I didn’t
know how we could go back to how it was before.
“So what do you think?” he asked.
“I know I’m kind of throwing this at you, but how do you feel about it?”
I sat up and pulled my knees in, wrapping
my arms around myself. “Listen Ben, there’s something I need to tell you.” Looking
up he seemed relaxed and confident and it struck me that he obviously assumed I’d
marry him. “You know how you’re planning on going back to school? Well, I’ve
been thinking of doing the same thing. That’s why I’ve been so busy lately.
I’ve been putting together a portfolio for art school.”
“That’s great,” he said. “I think you
should definitely get your degree. We’ll
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