Caroline and I have known each other practically our whole lives. We didn't live right next to each other, but close enough...she lived on the corner, and I lived five doors down, across the road. I met her at the bus stop in fourth grade. Her family was new in town. She was a year younger, quiet, and sat alone, ignoring all the noise and spitballs flying across the seats.
She was just getting off the bus, when the bully of the entire school yanked her braid so hard she yelped and dropped her lunch. Without even hesitating, she spun around, kind of jumped in the air and hit Will Dunning, almost twice her size and probably triple her weight, square in the nose. He fell to the ground and blood poured out of his broken nose. He sat there and cried, holding his face. Everyone was kind of stunned.
"Will Dunning, that's what you get for picking on little girls." The bus driver said, handing him a tissue. "Go to the nurse." I picked up her lunch for her, and introduced myself. She smiled up at me, and at that moment, I fell in love with her, her braids and her fierce, bright green eyes. She got suspended that day, but when she came back to school, I made sure to sit at her lunch table. From that day on, we were inseparable.
She was the first girl I'd ever liked. The first one I danced with. When her mom died of cancer a year later, she was the first girl I held while she cried. She was the first girl I went on an official date with,the first girl I kissed that same night, and in tenth grade, she was the first girl I got into a fistfight to keep. I won. That time I got suspended, but word got around, and the other guys just knew, Cara was mine. We went to every game, dance and social function with each other in high school.
Eventually her father remarried, I think mostly because he was afraid of raising a teenage girl without a motherly type around. Her step-mother enforced so much religious intolerance and rules, she nearly killed Cara's feisty spirit I fell in love with. Dana was especially strict in the area of pre-marital sex. No matter how respectful I was of her dating rules, and of Cara as a person, Dana was convinced I was nothing more than a giant walking hormone, with no self control what so ever. To be fair, some days, I agreed with her, but I waited. I went crazy nearly every day, but no matter how badly I wanted to, I wasn't going to be with another girl just to get my rocks off. I wanted Cara, and she was worth the wait.
Cara and I got married the fall after she graduated high school. No one was surprised. Our wedding was a dream come true for both of us. I was just as inexperienced as her, but she was terrified, shaking like a leaf in the wind on our wedding night. I have no idea what Dana told her to expect, but eventually she relaxed, and we both enjoyed ourselves. Me more than her I think. She's too shy to actually talk about it, so I don't really know.
We've only been married two weeks, and we just got back from our honeymoon. I love having sex with her, but every encounter we have, she is still very timid and innocent. She didn't seem experimental in the slightest, and I didn't know how to talk to her about it without making her feel bad. I wasn't really any more experienced than she was, just more eager to try new things. She never denied my advances, but she was still too new to sex to make the first move.
That's why, when I came home from work this afternoon, I was beyond shocked to see her greet me at the door wearing nothing but a thong, her hair in the same two braids she had the day we met, only much longer. I didn't even know she owned a thong.
"Cara?" I was stunned, my mouth hanging open.
"Hello, Kevin." She said, sticking her tongue in my still gaping mouth. I was weak in the knees and hard as a rock by the time she pulled back. She had never kissed me quite like that before.
"What in the world has gotten into you?" I groaned, kissing her neck. I couldn't resist grabbing her ass and pulling her up to me for another searing kiss.
"Nothing...yet." She giggled, looking pointedly at my crotch. I gulped. Just the heat of her gaze made me painfully tight.
"Caroline, are you drunk or something?" I asked carefully. She threw her head back and laughed. I watched mesmerized by her long braids teasing her taunt little nipples as she giggled. She had never been so tempting.
"No...I'm not drunk." She said, pulling me farther into the house.
"Okay...." I said slowly.
"I want to experiment." She said simply, as if she were talking about cooking.
"Umm...ok" I said, not entirely sure what she meant. She pushed open the bedroom door. She had made a path to the bed with dozens of votive candles and red and pink rose petals. The entire room was decorated, lit by candles, making her skin glow and shimmer.
"Wow, baby this is awesome." I said. "But...um...not to kill the mood or anything...are we celebrating something?" She pushed me onto the bed, and knelt down to take off my shoes and socks.
"Nope." She said simply. "I was reading this article in a magazine, and I want to try something with you. I hope you don't mind." She said softly. "If you don't like it, we can stop..." She said softly.
"I'm sure whatever it is, I will like it." I said, trying my best to hold back a chuckle. She really had no idea how much I had been waiting for her to do something so bold. I was tempted to rip her lacy little thong off right then, and fuck her brains out, but I just knew she wasn't quite ready for that. Yet.
"Ok...well...there are rules." She said, unbuttoning my dress shirt.
I took a deep breath. This could be interesting."Ok." I said softly, cupping her face between my hands and looked her right in the eyes. "Let's play." I said huskily. Her eyes widened. She gulped, her fingers faltering on the last button.
"You have to do exactly what I say." She said, whispering.
"I think I can do that." I said, shrugging the shirt off. She took a deep breath, and mumbled the next rule as fast as she could.
"No touching me." She mumbled, her face turned away from me. Her face burned a light pink. She was embarrassed.
"You don't want me to touch you?" I asked, tilting her chin back up to look at me. Her cheeks flared an even brighter red. God, it was so cute. "Did I hear that right?"
She nodded. "That's what the article said I was supposed to say." She whispered. She looked so upset she was going to cry.
"I see." I said softly. I kissed her gently. Her lips trembled under mine. "I'll do my best to follow the rules." I said. Even if it kills me.
"Really?" She asked. "Your not mad?"
"Why would I be?" I asked surprised.
"Because...I'm your wife. Dana said a woman never denies her husband."
"That's one of those biblical things she drilled into you isn't it?" I stated. It wasn't really a question. Her step-mom was a religious nutcase.
She nodded. "I want to be a good wife. Good wives don't say no."
"Honey...I may regret this, but you can tell me no if you want to." I said. "I love you so much, and I don't want you to ever feel like I've forced you to have sex." I said carefully. She was just so damn innocent sometimes. I cupped her face in my hands again. "I'd prefer it if you want to have sex every single time I did, and I'd love it if you'd take the lead once in a while, but if your not into it, I don't want you to fake enjoying it, you understand?"
"Ok." She said.
"You ARE a good wife to me, no matter what. You're the only wife I want. You are the only woman in the world for me." She nodded quietly.
