My name is George and I am getting married in a few hours. Halloween, what a fun wedding this should be. I will be wearing an old fashioned black suit. The pants are made of leather and are held up with a looped belt of long strings of leather which are long enough to circle me and hang down through a loop in the front about six inches. I ordered a dress for my Pretty Girl of orange. The neckline is low enough that you can see the curve of her breasts and in the back it is down to her back. When she stands still the material looks like a sold satin but it has panels of a transparent orange interweaved in it. I know she will definitely be a sight to behold.
I had I never thought that I would be one to break down and get married. I was considered somewhat of a loner growing up and never thought a woman, especially one as lovely as Lexie, would want me.
I remember seeing her about a year ago. I was going to the park to play with the kids and take a walk when this lovely young woman came out of the library and came into the park. While I played soccer with a few of the boys, I watched her reading her book. She was so beautiful. She was there every time I went to the park so I decided after a month of seeing her that the next time I would be brave and talk with her.
The next time I went to the park, the boys had just finished playing so I sat down on her park bench trying to figure out what to say to her when I heard the sexiest voice I had ever heard. "Hello, do you mind if I sit with you?"
I looked up and saw her standing right in front of me. "I would love for you to sit with me. I actually wanted to get to know you. I have seen you sitting here every time I come to the park and you always seem alone. My name is George."
"My name is Lexie. Thanks for letting me sit here. I usually come to read my book and watch the boys play their games. It is so beautiful and peaceful here. I am surprised you aren't playing with the boys."
We went on to talk about general topics such as where we each worked and different people who went through the park while we were there. After a while, Lexie got up and was getting ready to leave when I finally decided I really wanted to get to know her better and asked if she wanted to go for coffee.
"I can't this time as I have to get some studying done tonight but I would love to do it another time."
We made a coffee date for the following Saturday and both went on our ways. I remember going to bed each night and dreaming about her smile and what she would be wearing for our coffee house date. The coffee dates started letting us know more about each other. By the third time we had our coffee date we didn't want the date to end.
Lexie looked at me and said, "I don't know about you but I sure could use something in my stomach besides coffee. How would you like to come to my place and you can watch television while I cook us some dinner?"
"Be my pleasure, Pretty Girl. Lead on."
It wasn't far too her apartment but at the time I couldn't have told you where it was because I was just looking down on Lexie wondering how far this relationship would go and if she would think me strange when she realized what I really wanted. While I listened to the news, Lexie and I talked about the types of food we liked and what we wanted in a companion. After dinner was over, Lexie came over to sit next to me on the couch. I put my hand on her neck and let her feel the pressure. When it felt like she was going to start squirming around, I tightened the pressure on her neck but took my other hand and lightly ran it down her cheek.
"Calm down, Pretty Girl. I just want to look at you and enjoy the feel of your skin against mine."
"George, I want to tell you something but I don't want you to get mad thinking that I am leading you on."
"Put the worry out of the pretty head. You can tell me what you wish as long as you ask first. Now what did you want to tell me, Pretty Girl."
"I wanted to tell you that I care for you a lot but no matter how much I care, I will not be jumping into bed with you."
"Pretty Girl, you have made me quite curious by that statement. Have I said anything about going to bed with you that made you bring this subject up?"
"No, we haven't talked about this topic but I thought now would be a good time to do so."
"Go ahead and tell me what is on your mind, Pretty Girl."
"When I was growing up, I was rather shy because I have a small disability. I would watch my friends in high school go out on dates and usually end up in the back seat of the car with their date. Sometimes the next week or the next month, they would be heartbroken because the boyfriend left them for someone else and then the cycle would start again. When I got to college, I saw dorm mates making out in corridors and boys slipping from their rooms in the morning. It seemed like there was no respect from the boys for the girls and the girls didn't seem to have any respect for themselves either. It was then that I decided that I would rather wait to have sex with my husband then to jump from one boy's bed to another. I want to stay a virgin until I get married."
"Pretty Girl, you are shaking. Do you think that saying this will just send me out of the house in outrage leaving you by yourself again?"
"It has happened before but didn't think it would be fair to you not to know my feelings on this subject."
"Pretty Girl, since you have brought up this subject, I will tell you that I respect your feelings on this. I won't force sex on you but if we get further along in the relationship, I would expect you to keep my happy by other means. Do you think you could do that, Pretty Girl?"
"I would be willing to learn when you feel we are at that point as long as you know that will not give up my virginity until I get married."
