Note: This story is a long one, even after I broke it into chapters. If you want a quickie, sorry, look elsewhere. Also, be advised that there are incestuous overtones (but no actual incest), as well as anal sex and FF sex at one point. If that bugs you, then go elsewhere. Hope you enjoy, and as always constructive feedback is welcome.
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My name is Hannah, and I want to tell you about the hero I married. I first met Chris when I was in college. I was 20, studying nursing, and hopelessly self-absorbed. I had soft honey-blonde hair that I kept at collar length, and a great figure. Chris was the older brother of my friend Jennifer, and she clearly adored him. I have to say that as I myself was an only child, I was a little jealous of their relationship. Chris and Jennifer's father was out of the picture, having left their mother years ago for his secretary. Their mother had been the victim of a drunk driver during my freshman year -- just a few short months after Jennifer and I met as a matter of fact. Under those circumstances it would've been weird if they hadn't been close.
Chris was a 22-year-old hunk at 5'11" tall. His hair was short, and was either dark blonde or light brown depending on the light. One thing that immediately caught my attention was that our eyes were almost the exact same shade of green. He was really cut, but not a body builder. Chris was really quiet and that suited me. Like I said, I was pretty stuck on myself, and I liked being able to talk about me without being interrupted.
Jennifer was striking as well. She had been a cross-country runner since middle school and had the sculpted legs and ass to prove it. She liked to wear her black hair long. Unlike Chris, Jennifer was very outgoing. Unlike me, she was anything but self-absorbed. Most of my other friends wondered why I was studying nursing since I didn't seem to have a desire to help people. They never had to wonder about Jennifer. She was a naturally giving, loving person who threw herself into her studies with the same passion and drive she applied to her personal life.
Through our college years, Jennifer and I grew closer, and I'm happy to say that the friendship with her worked to cure a lot of my character flaws. I was embarrassed when I finally came to realize how other people saw me, and worse how I had been treating other people. Jennifer never judged me, though. She just worked patiently to change me. As I changed, I started to notice people around me, most especially Chris.
While Jennifer and I were studying nursing, Chris studied automotive technology. He graduated, and having previously agreed to a term of service in the Army to pay for school, was enduring basic training and AIT the summer of our internship at Community Hospital. He came back just in time for our graduation. Just three days later, we had our first real date with Jennifer's blessing. It was just dinner and a movie (Iron Man 2, I'll never forget it.) Normally, Chris is quiet and introverted, but during the movie, he kept doing terrible impressions of different characters. He had me giggling like a complete idiot. If the theatre hadn't been close to empty they probably would have kicked us out.
After the movie, we had a great dinner at a little mom-and-pop Italian restaurant near campus. It was the Tuesday night after graduation, and just like the movie theatre, the place was nearly deserted. We lost track of time, not realizing how late it was until the sweet old lady who ran the place started locking up.
Chris took me home. He and Jennifer had continued to live in their mom's house during college to save money since it was close to campus. I'd rented a room there for the last couple of years. Since Jennifer and I were both now working at Community Hospital, I decided to keep renting a room there until I had some money saved up for a place of my own.
When we got in the house, I felt nervous. I wanted to invite Chris to my room. Well, honestly I wanted him to screw me silly, but for the first time since I'd started having sex, I was unsure of how to get things started. I really liked Chris, and I wanted him, but there was the little matter that I lived with him and his sister, and his sister was my closest friend. One of the many things I learned in college was that it was usually not a good idea to sleep with your room mate.
When I got to the door of my room, I turned around to face him. Anything I might have said ceased to matter, because he bent down, cupped my face in one hand, and kissed me slow, deep, and wet. I was no virgin, but I didn't have all that much experience. At that point in my life, I'd never been kissed like that before.
For just a second I stood there like a statue while Chris kissed me. Then, while my brain was overloaded, my body took over. I started kissing him back with fervor. All by itself my right arm went around him, my fingers trying to dig into his muscular back. He let go of my face and wrapped his arms around me and crushed me against him. By then our tongues were dueling and we were both panting like runners.
There was a soft thud as I dropped my purse while I fumbled with the door knob; I didn't want to stop kissing him even for the instant it would take to turn and open the door. I whimpered into his mouth when I felt one of his arms loosen its hold. Then I heard the door open behind me. Without warning he scooped me up into his arms and carried me into my room, nudging my fallen purse in ahead of us and closing the door behind us.
I moaned into his mouth as he carried me to the bed and settled into it with me, all without ever breaking our kiss. My body was on fire, I wanted him so badly. His hands roamed over me from shoulder to hip, skipping nothing in between. Still kissing, I felt his hands stroke their way down over my torso to my belly. He lingered there for a moment feeling my panty line, then moved upward again to cup my breasts.
I arched my back, pushing them into his hands and finally broke our long kiss to lick and suck at his neck. I left a hot wet trail down his throat until I reached his shirt collar. Growling in frustration my hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, eager to remove the barrier. Chris hadn't been wasting time. Even while I was exploring his throat he found what he was searching for: the zipper of my little black dress.
Chris sat up and pulled me with him, then I felt him pull the zipper all the way down. Before I could do or say anything he was pulling my dress off over my head, and tossing it over a chair. I sat there, held upright in his strong arms in just my black strapless bra, matching boy short panties, and sheer thigh-highs. He was drinking me in, a hungry look on his face. For the first time since the kissing started I felt nervous. Did he like what he saw? Guys usually told me I was pretty, but like most women I know I felt insecure about it. Then he smiled.
"God you're gorgeous," he whispered softly. My confidence returned and I quickly pushed his shirt off of him and then went for his slacks. He trapped my hands in his and clucked his tongue.
