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I have the world's most incredible girlfriend. Aubrey is an absolute knock-out with naturally wavy brown hair that falls to the middle of her back and bounces when she walks, a round heart shaped ass and an adorable face that could go from mischievous to angelic in a second. She has these huge expressive eyes that defy the ordinary connotation associated with the word brown and when she smiles her signature Aubrey smile, it lights up a room like it's Christmas. She was just shy of medium height and often I teased her saying she was a "shmedium" but secretly I loved how when we hugged her luxurious hair was always pressed against my nose. Unfortunately Aubrey does have one very minor flaw: She doesn't suck dick.
Ok, maybe not so minor, but I tolerate it. I mean she's loving, supportive, self-sufficient, entirely the perfect woman in every other way: Just no blowjobs. When we first started dating a few years back, I assumed it was something she'd grow out of, like how some high school girls think it's "gross" or "demeaning". I had attempted a few times to nonchalantly slide the subject into conversation, but every time I did, she responded with nothing but revulsion. Eventually, scared of irritating her and jeopardizing what was otherwise a great relationship, I let it go. I even began to forget about it. Sure, when I was out with the guys and someone brought up the topic, I'd cringe inwardly and attempt to change the subject, but for the most part, I was over it... Kind of.
But all that is beside the point. What is important is that today is Aubrey's and my 3 year anniversary. Every year we have a "unique way of celebrating our love on our anniversary. Instead of simply buying each other gifts like most couples we get a little more creative. Every year I come up with some ridiculous and outlandish way to show my baby how much she means to me and in return, she breaks down another sexual barrier. The first year I spelled out "I LOVE AUBREY WATKINS" in a variety of neon colored sticky notes on the ceiling of every room in our apartment. She responded by chaining me to the head board and proceeding to tease, lick, suck, nibble or other wise do anything to turn me on until I was so horny, I came all over myself just from her whispering that she wanted me to in my ear. The second year I composed a song about her and sang it while playing the piano at our anniversary party in front of both of our families and friends. She countered with anal sex.
This year I was prepared to top all of that. As I rushed home, the five thousand dollar rock weighing heavy against my thigh, I thought about how much I loved her and how happy she would be at the surprise. I pulled into the parking area of our complex grinning like the Cheshire Cat, and bounded up the stairs to our floor with barely suppressed excitement. When I stepped in front of our room, I took a deep breath to attempt to calm myself and slid the key home.
When I stepped in to the apartment, I was blinded by something feather soft, brown and sweet smelling while simultaneously squeezed so hard around the ribs I thought one would crack. "HAPPY ANNIVERSARY RICKY!"
"Happy anniversary to you too love." I laughed, hugging her back just as fiercely.
We held each other in that sweet embrace for a few moments before she stepped back and I drank in the beauty of the love of my life. She was standing in front of me smiling from ear to ear clad in nothing but a white tank top and the green booty shorts she knew I loved her to wear around the apartment because of how they showed off her ass and legs. Wait a second, a tank top and shorts? She almost always wears something more like jeans and a top in case I want to go out on our anniversary.
The confusion must have showed on my face because she smiled even broader and chirped "It's all part of your gift baby."
I raised my left eyebrow, an expression of incredulity I'd picked up from her. "Booty shorts part of my gift? Oh, this oughta be good."
"Nuh uh uuuuh. You know, you go first."
I laughed and kissed her forehead sweetly, "You sure baby? I really outdid myself this time."
She laughed and said, "Tradition is tradition, lover."
I chuckled at her and slowly got down on one knee. She grasped the implications the moment I started moving. She always was annoyingly perceptive. As I reached into my pocket I heard her whisper, "O my God." and from the muffled sound, I could tell she'd covered her mouth with her hands. I pulled out the ring box and opened it, the black velvet covering's smoothness reminded me of the hair I'd be stroking for the rest of my life as I opened the box. I always knew she had expressive eyes; but damn, they got even bigger when they locked on the diamond I could see reflected in those beautiful orbs. Then came the tears.
