Charlotte And Zachs Honeymoon

(Note: Charlotte is a character that appears first in Women Only Pool and Women Only Pool Ch. 2. That said, you don't need to read that to follow this story.)

If you had told Charlotte a year ago that she would date a man for ten months without having sex, she would have laughed in your face. Yet that was exactly what happened. Not by her wish, but by his. If it was up to her, they would have started doing it a long time ago. She had had a lot of sex before, especially in college, and she had nothing against banging a man on the same day they met. On the other hand, he was a virgin who was committed to saving himself for marriage.

Fortunately, they had just gotten married. The ceremony had just ended half an hour ago, and they were on their way to a cabin where they would spend their honeymoon. Unfortunately, the drive was taking forever. He was driving while listening to the radio, while she was listening to a book on tape through earphones in the passenger seat. She couldn't wait to rip off her new husband's clothes and fuck him into oblivion. God, it was going to feel so good. He had no idea what he was in for, and she was going to love showing him the wonders of sex. She felt a tingling between her legs as she had this thought for the umpteenth time. Wait, calm down. Focus on the book. But it was so hard to focus on that while her hot husband sat right next to her in the driver's seat. Instead, she reflected on how it had all began. She first met Zach at the library...

``What do you mean you don't have the Hunger Games?!" Charlotte asked the clerk. "It's not like it's a new release." She was not an avid reader, but she had heard enough good things about the Hunger Games that she thought it was worth the read.

"We're sold out. I mean rented out," the librarian said. "Sorry."

"Never mind, I'll just go to a bookstore."

The librarian winced. "I'll put you on the list, and I'll tell you as soon as one is available. What is your name and phone number?"

"Nah, I would rather have it now." She made to leave.

But as she turned around, a male voice called out behind her. "Hey, wait."

Charlotte turned to find a young man sitting up in his chair. He was holding up a book. It was Catching Fire, the second book of the Hunger Games series. Charlotte walked over to his table. "I have a copy," he said, pulling out the first Hunger Games book from his backpack. "Do you want to borrow it?"

"That's a library book," the clerk said. The book was in fact labelled library property. "You should return it."

"I was about to do that," the man said. "But it seems more efficient to give it to her, don't you think, Evelyn? She was about to check out a copy anyway."

"I suppose that's fine," Evelyn said. She turned to Charlotte. "The book is due in two weeks." She went off, presumably to go mark that down.

"Here," the young man said to Charlotte as he handed her the book.

Charlotte grabbed it. "Thanks." She gave him a once over again. He wasn't bad looking. In fact, he was quite handsome. "What's your name?"

"I'm Zach. How about yourself?"

"Charlotte," she replied. "Do you come to the library much?"

"I'm here all the time," he said. "Reading never gets old. What about you? I haven't seen you around here before."

"Yeah, I've never been. I just heard so many good things about the Hunger Games that I had to see what all of the fuss was about."

"It's a great series. That's why I'm reading it again."

``You're rereading it?!"

"I mean, you rewatch shows you really like, right?"

"Sure, but,... okay, I see your point. You mind if I read here?"

"By all means. And I can loan you book two when you finish." He gestured to the many open seats around him.

She sat down in one of the seats one table over. She opened the Hunger Games and started to read. But she also periodically watched Zach. She was hoping to catch his attention and flirt with him. More out of habit that anything else. That was how she interacted with a lot of men her age. But he was so absorbed in his book that he didn't even look over to check her out. Had he forgotten about her? Then Charlotte went back to her book and lost herself in the story.

Before she knew it, three hours had gone by. She was getting hungry. Zach was still completely absorbed his book. A book he had read already. There was something Charlotte found attractive about that. "Hey," she said.

"Oh, hey," he said. "What's up?"

"I'm hungry. Do you want to grab dinner?" she asked.

He gave her a once over. Finally, he was checking her out. "You mean like on a date?"

"Yeah," she said. "It's on me. I owe you. You got me the book."

He shrugged, which was not the gesture she was hoping for. But he agreed. "All right," he said.

Charlotte took Zach to a nearby diner she found on her phone. They started chatting about their jobs. Zach was a book critic. He wasn't exaggerating when he said he never got tired of reading. Reading books and publishing reviews on them was his job. Charlotte told him about her job as a software engineer. She liked it and was pretty good at it, but it wasn't a huge part of her identity, at least not as much as his job was to him. He spent a while recommending various books to her and trying to get her more into reading, but he wasn't too persistent about it. Still, she remembered a couple of books she would probably like to read in the future.

They agreed to go on another date.

They went out to dinner two more times at different types of restaurants. Zach asked her where she was in the Hunger Games and they discussed the various plot points. with her telling him what she liked, and him telling her about what made it so good from a critic's point of view. They seemed be connecting really well. He didn't give off any signs of being a jerk or having a girlfriend on the side. She had run into that before unfortunately.

The only problem was that he wasn't making a move on her physically. She touched him several times on his shoulder and arms, and he just smiled like it was nothing. Finally, she kissed him after their third date, although she had to initiate it. She wanted him to invite her in, but he just said good night and closed the door.

When she finished the Hunger Games, she came to the library in the middle of the afternoon, hoping he would be there. He was. He should really just rent a room at the library. He practically lived there already.

"I finished book one," she said.

"Great. How'd you like the ending?" Zach asked.

"The ending was intense."

"I know, right." He pulled out book two from his backpack and handed it to her.

She read the title of the book on the table that he was reading: A Discovery of Witches. "Is that a paranormal romance book?" she asked.

"So what if it is?" he replied.

"Isn't that stuff like um..."

"Beneath me as a literary critic," he filled in. That was exactly what she was thinking. "You're thinking of Twilight. This is like Twilight for sophisticated adults." He smiled.

"Oh." She laughed. She liked his sense of humor.

"I was thinking. You want to do dinner and a movie tonight. At my place?"

Finally, she thought. "I'd love to," she said.

Charlotte wore a tank top and jeans. She checked herself in the mirror to make sure she was showing enough the right amount of cleavage. Not too much that she gets arrested, but enough that her breasts attract a little extra attention. Then she drove over to his place. She brought her pajamas and toiletries too, but she left them in the car. At least make him think he has to work for it.

He opened the door when she knocked. She could smell food cooking on the oven. Was that salmon? She followed him into the kitchen, where salmon was being grilled on a pan. He opened the oven and looked inside.

"The potatoes are almost done," he said.

"I like a man that can cook," she said.

"This isn't 1875. I don't have servants to do it for me. I have to learn to cook so I don't starve."

She laughed. Then she sat down at the table awaiting her meal. In ten minutes, he served both of them a plate full of grilled salmon, roasted potatoes, and broccoli.

She took a bite of salmon and potatoes together. "Damn, you're a good cook."

He waved a hand. "It's nothing special. You just grill or roast them for the right amount of time.

"You'd be surprised how many people mess that up," she said.

He laughed at that. It was a joy to make Zach laugh.

When they finished dinner, he put in the movie. It was some Japanese cartoon she had never heard of. It didn't really matter what the movie was. She had been in plenty of spots like this before. He would act like he invited her here for the movie, but really he wanted to get in her pants. In that respect, it was mutual. Ten minutes in, they would forget about the movie and start making out. Then he would take her back to his room and have sex with her. As he sat down beside her on the couch, she prepared herself to focus on the movie for five or ten minutes until he was comfortable, and then she would distract him.

Except that was not what happened. Instead, the movie spirited her away. In fact, that was the title of the movie: Spirited Away. In two minutes, she had forgotten all about her plans to make a move on him and was completely invested in Chihiro's journey into the spirit world. In the end, the mature girl that emerged from the spirit world was practically unrecognizable to the spoiled brat who entered it.

He caught her slack-jawed staring at the credits. "Good movie, huh?" he said.

"Incredible," she said. "I've never seen anything like it."

"It's by Hayao Miyazaki," Zach said. "He's the only one who makes movies like these. I can show you some more of his movies sometime."

"I'd like that," she said. Then she leaned in for a kiss, and he obliged her.

Their lips pressed against each other, and she wrapped her hand his back. This was a better kiss than last time. Although he had more to learn. She would be happy to teach him all about kissing. And about female anatomy. They continued to make out. Right when she grabbed his hand to guide it to her breast, he broke away.

"I have to go the bathroom," he said. He got up and went to the bathroom.

Zach seemed like the type who had trouble reading intentions, so it was time to make her intentions clear. She got up and pulled off her tank top. Then she removed her socks. She unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off too, leaving her in only a bra and panties. She had worn red for both as she heard that was the color of underwear men found most attractive. She thought about pulling off her panties, but she wanted to leave him a least a little suspense. The best gifts were wrapped after all.

She stood a few feet in front of the bathroom. Then she unhooked her bra from behind and held her hands over her breasts so her bra wouldn't fall to the floor. There she waited for Zach to leave the bathroom. It didn't take him long. When he opened the door and saw her standing there in her underwear, his eyes went wide with shock.

"I want you," she said. She dropped her hands so her bra fell to the floor, leaving her huge breasts fully exposed.

"Oh," he said.

She waited for him to recover and pounce on her. Her mind went to what he was going to do her naked body, and she felt a tingling between her legs. "Take me," she said.

"Let's talk," he said. "Clothed." Then he went back into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

Charlotte was confused. What had just happened? Did he not find her attractive? Was he gay? No, he knew they were dating. And we kissed. What was wrong with her? She thought she was hot.

She picked up her pants and put them back on. Then she put her tank top on over her chest. Putting the bra back on was too much trouble at this point.

"Are you dressed?" Zach asked from the bathroom.

"Yes," she replied. "Do you not want to have sex?" She couldn't keep the skepticism out of her voice. She was quite unaccustomed to men who didn't want sex when she did. Actually, she was unaccustomed to men who didn't want sex in general.

"No, I do not," he said.

"Why not?"

He walked out of the bathroom and sat down at the dinner table. He gestured for her to sit down as well. She did so. She crossed her arms over her chest and stared at him, awaiting his response.

He took a deep breath. "First of all, I want to start by saying this is not personal. It's a matter of principle. I do find you attractive, and I would like to have sex at some point. But not yet. It's too soon."

"All right," she said. "When will you be ready?"

"I think, if we are going to build a relationship together, that it's important to develop the emotional aspects of our relationship before moving on to the physical stuff. If we have sex too early, we'll get distracted from getting to know each other. If we wait, our relationship will be founded on love, not lust. Basically, I want to get to know you better first."

"All right," she said. "But you never answered my question: when?"

"I'd like to wait until we are fully committed. Until we're married."

She snorted and laughed. She thought it was a joke. But he wasn't laughing. In fact, he seemed offended by her laugh. "Oh, you're serious?"

"Yes, I am." He glared at her.

"So you're one of those super religious types?" she asked. Why couldn't she have just found a normal person?

"No, I'm not," he said. "It has nothing to do with that. How may siblings do I have?"

"What?"

"How many siblings do I have?"

"I don't know," she said. They had not gotten around to discussing their families yet.

"What's my relationship with my parents like?"

"I don't know. Probably pretty good. You seem emotionally stable."

He smiled. "What's my greatest fear?"

"I don't know," she said.

"What's one thing that really ticks me off?"

She had never seen him angry. "Bad books," she said.

He considered that for a second and shrugged as if saying, sort of, not really. "I'd like both of us to know the answers to those questions and more before we engage in a very intimate act like sex."

She chuckled awkwardly. "Oh. But do you really need to wait till marriage? We can get to know each other well before that."

He shook his head. "I'll feel better about it this way," he said.

"How long do you think that will take?" She braced herself.

"The way things are going, within a year," he said. "I'm starting to like you."

It could be worse, but that was still a long time for her. She frowned as she considered this. Would it be better to just find someone else?

"Hey, I'm going to allow you to pressure us into getting married. And after we're married, we can have as much sex as you want."

"Are you sure about that? You don't even know what you're signing up for."

"It's a husband's duty to please his wife," he said.

She laughed. It was so corny, but she liked the sound of that.

"I think it's best if you head home now," he said. "Sorry if you're disappointed."

"That's okay. I respect how you feel." She made her way toward the door. Then she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"You forgot this." He was holding her bra in his hand.

"Oh, right." She grabbed it. "Are you sure you don't want to keep it?" She held it back to him.

He raised his eyebrows. "No thanks." He turned away.

"How many siblings do you have?" she called after him.

"Three. One older brother, one older sister, one younger sister," he said. "What about you?"

"Three as well. Two older sisters and one younger brother."

"Good night, Charlotte."

"Good night, Zach."

When Charlotte returned home, she practically ran to her room, pulled out her Hitachi, and humped herself to three orgasms in a row.

Charlotte woke up the next morning and considered her situation. Zach wanted to wait until they were married to have sex. That would be a long time without sex if she stayed with Zach. She briefly considered finding someone else, but after a bit of thought, she rejected the idea. First of all, she liked him. A lot. She found herself thinking and fantasizing about him more and more. Secondly, she was intrigued. What sort of man rejects a nearly naked woman right in front of him? Clearly, a man with a strong commitment to his principles. It made her want to know more about him. And the fact that he denied her made her want sex with him even more. Thirdly, she realized Zach was offering her something different from her other relationships. She had a lot of casual sex early on in college, and the sex was great, but none of those relationships - and that was a generous term - ever developed into something more. Even the two sweet boys that she had seduced after college were fun for a few weeks, but then she got bored of them. Perhaps Zach had a point that having sex distracted them from developing a stronger relationship. So she told herself that she would stick it out with Zach, even without sex. She still had her Hitachi.

The first two weeks were the toughest. During that time, she went on four dates with Zach, one of which ended at his place and another at hers, and it took a lot of self-control not to invite him back to her bedroom. She reminded she was doing this for him. It was what he wanted, and she maintained her discipline. He didn't seem to have any trouble resisting her sexually. She wasn't sure how to feel about that. Did he have a low sex drive, was he good at keeping it hidden, or did he save all of his desire for her for when she was away? But as she spent more and more time with him, the more comfortable she became around him, and the easier it became to resist temptation.

After that initial period, the toughest times were when she was alone in her bed. She imagined that Zach would sneak in through her window, whisper in her ear that he changed his mind, and tell her how beautiful she was. Then he would undress her, kiss her, suck her tits, and finger her until she was wet. He would pull off his clothes take his hard penis and guide into her vagina. He would lie on top of her and thrust into her until they both orgasmed. Those were the sort of fantasies she had as she masturbated every night. Although she used porn to aid in those fantasies and sex toys to increase her pleasure.

She would start to hang out at the library with him when she had time off work. He was always sitting there reading. He would look up smile at her and then go back to his book. At first, she wished he paid more attention to her, but then she realized that was just his way. When he committed to something, whether that be a book, a value, or her, he committed all the way. It was one of the many things she liked about him. That day, when she sat down to read with him side-by-side, and he looked up and smiled at her like he always did, she realized she loved him. Nobody else would ever compare to Zach.

They continued to watch Miyazaki movies together. Although none of them were quite as good as Spirited Away, they were all special in their own way. After they finished Howl's Moving Castle, which had a notable romance arc, she said, "Zach."

"Yes, Charlotte."

"I love you," she said as she stared him right in the eye.

"I love you too," he said back.

Then they shared their most passionate kiss yet. Charlotte never wanted it to end. But Zach broke it off. He was probably afraid it would lead to the bedroom if they kept going.

"Good night, Charlotte."

"I was thinking," she said. "You haven't changed your mind about wanting sex, have you?"

"I have not, sorry," he said.

"But would you like naked pictures of me?" she asked. "For when you get lonely at night."

"No thanks."

Did this guy have a libido at all? she wondered. She needed to say something to get a reaction. "I think about you every night when I masturbate," she said.

His whole face lit up red. "Oh. That's nice." he said.