Jake was waiting. "I just think it will make the wedding night even better," he had told Lauren one night at the very beginning of their relationship. "I know it will be rough, but I think it will be worth the wait."
At first, Lauren had been somewhat spellbound by her boyfriend's decision. It wasn't often you found a eighteen year old guy who wanted to wait. And the fact that Jake could have had any girl in the school only added to Lauren's amazement. He was a healthy 6'0, with a beautifully muscled body and gorgeous dimples. He had a reputation in his high school as one of the "sweethearts," the tender guy who played classical piano when he wasn't starting for the Varsity football team, but it was agreed that there was something undeniably sexual about his sensitivity. His girlfriend refused to confirm or deny this assumption, offering only slight smirk. "I could never kiss and tell," she would say.
Lauren wouldn't tell, but that didn't stop others from guessing. She was a knockout and proved the old adage that good things come in small packages. She had a mega watt smile and curves that were, as Jake liked to say, "Absolutely edible."
Despite Jake's unchanging mindset, it wasn't unusual for sexual tensions to soar. both teenagers, contrasting their wholesome reputations, had long ago mastered their own sexuality. They used this knowledge to drive their partner to the brink of insanity, and mind shattering orgasms were not uncommon as the two hid away in the back of Jake's van.
One night, Lauren had a feeling that Jake's unyielding mindset might change.
"Hey, I've got the house to myself tonight," he had said. "Can you come over?"
She had giggled. "I'll be right there."
He opened the front door and ushered her inside, slipping his arms around her tiny waist and sealing her mouth with a kiss. Her heart sped up, her face instantly flushed, and he pulled away long before she would have liked.
"I rented a movie." He said. "You interested?"
"Sure."
She removed her coat while he started the movie, and they settled onto the couch, Lauren fitting herself into the space between Jake's arms and his body, resting her head delicately on his chest. He stroked her hair as the movie began.
She supposed his actions were innocent enough, as he did seem intent on actually watching the movie, but he was driving Lauren nuts. Every few strokes, his fingertips would lightly brush over her ears, sending chills down her spine and causing a pleasant wetness between her legs. She wasn't sure how much she could take--but she wasn't going to make the first move. She preferred waiting for him. She began peeking up at him, letting her eyes linger on his beautiful face, debating whether she was going to be able to resist the urge to lick his ear. She squirmed as her nipples hardened and the wetness increased. Finally, Jake caught on.
