Warning -- This is a story about the love of my life and my terminal shyness, so it progresses very slowly.
If you haven't read the other stories -- I'm not comfortable around people and very shy around women. I live with my 5'1 gorgeous blond girlfriend (Heather). Her petite, athletic, 19-year-old bombshell sister (Tammi) has been staying with us since she graduated with a 2-year degree. I'm trying to save every penny so I can afford to ask my girlfriend to marry me.
Heather was so conservative when I met her although she was raised in a very liberal household, and I love that about her but now she's a little bit naughty and I love that too. She keeps teasing me (for the last couple of months) about her little sister while she's shining my helmet which is conditioning me to think about sex when I see Tammi.
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Friday night, we were in the bedroom, and she said, "We need to talk."
I was thinking, it was over, I've stepped over some line, and I may not be able to cross back. I admit I've been saying some filthy stuff to her because I was hoping it would turn her on as much as it was me. She's been much saying such wonderfully naughty stuff I would never have expected her to say and even done some kinky things I never saw coming.
Heather said, "I did something I'm not proud of and I'm not sure you'll be able to forgive me, but I have to explain why I did it." There is no way my Heather would ever cheat on me with another guy but maybe that explains why she won't let me inside her anymore. Nope, I feel how much she loves me. Maybe it's another woman; that would be so hot. It wouldn't be if she dumped you. Shut up stupid and let her talk!
Heather said, "about 5 months ago, I realized I wanted to marry you. I could tell you loved me but would probably take forever to admit you wanted to marry me." She had her head on my chest and I could feel the tears dripping on to me. She sniffed and continued, "I figured I'd subtly hint we could live together when my parents moved away, and I could show you how wonderful it could be if we were together... I was thrilled when you finally took the hints and asked me to move in, you big idiot!" She said punching me with both a laugh and a cry.
She grabbed a tissue and wiped her eyes and blew her nose and grabbed a clean tissue dabbed the tears off my chest. Heather looked me in the eyes and studied my face before she put her head back down as she tried not to cry. "But then I thought I'd surprise you one day at work with some of those pork sandwiches you like so much.
Your slutty receptionist at the front desk told me where I might find you but on the way to your office, I saw you in a corner office of with some 30 something whore. You were facing her monitor, away from the door, so I saw how you behaved at work when I wasn't around. The cougar was pretending to laugh at everything you said. She put her disgusting hand on your shoulder while you typed and got her computer working!"
"Umm, the corner office on my floor is for executive guests, and most or our guests are male, so I'm guessing you were on the wrong floor, sweetheart."
"Oh no, I know your head, mister and I could see the stain on your shirt." She said with sadness and anger. "After I washed that shirt, I never wanted you to wear it again now that she tainted it. I had to wash it twice to get her old lady perfume off it!"
I thought about it and remembered. "Oh, that's got to be Mariko, I forgot about her, she hasn't been in our office for months. Sorry I took so long to figure out who you were talking about I was picturing a much older women but to me Mariko looks like she's not even old enough to drink. She worked for one of our competitors in New York. She's a new roving auditor we hired a few months ago. She speaks Japanese, English, German, and Cantonese!"
"Yeah, she seems like the type to get around." Heather said.
I continued, "As usual they gave me no advance notice, so I had to reformat a system that morning, that had just been returned. We put her in that corner office for a couple of days until she flew to our Denver office. I think she was just wanting to talk to someone because she was turning 26 her first day in Denver and she wouldn't be able to go out for drinks with anyone she knew."
"You idiot," she said, "she was trying to get you to invite her out for drinks!"
"But her birthday was a day away and she'd be in Denver. She wanted to celebrate on her birthday." I said, not understanding why I was being treated like a bad guy.
"Oh, she wanted to celebrate alright, you...you big dork! She was hoping you might give her a big send-off present!" She was sounding exasperated for some reason.
"I just met Mariko. How on earth would I know when her birthday was and why would I get someone I just met a present?... I hate to say it, but I think you might have been just dreaming about visiting me. You know, like when you punch me in the morning for flirting with the waitress in a dream you had. I'm pretty sure I'd remember pork sandwiches if you brought me any -- those things are great!"
She made a loud sound of frustration and said, "I threw the stupid sandwiches away -- you didn't deserve them!"
"You threw away the sandwiches!?!" I didn't mean to raise my voice but that they were innocent in all this. It was a tragic waste!
She lifted he head giving me a stunned look as she wiped my chest again. "I can't believe you aren't following this. It isn't about those sandwiches!"
"Wait, I'm not following, did I forget a birthday or anniversary? I'm sooo sorry if I did!" I was thinking about that great restaurant. I could clearly smell the pork and fixins where they make those sandwiches. I defy you to go there and not to pick at the little bits that fall out of the sandwich when you are finished.
"You are so frustrating at times. I'm one of the only women where I work but everywhere I looked in your building there were hot young sluts who I'm sure hit on you all day long. I felt like you'd eventually give in."
"Hold on," I said, "My incredibly sexy young girlfriend works at a place where most clients are rich guys, who are used to getting anything they want, buy cars from you. Oh, and you work with almost all young competitive male salespeople -- but you think I might be tempted by the women at my office?"
"OK, let me give you some background," she said. "I dated a few guys in high school and I was a bit of a prude, and as a result I got a reputation for being a goody two shoes. Then the few guys that wanted to date me ended up lusting over my sister the second they met her. Even when she was a freshman in high school, she had bigger breasts than me. I dated some guys in college but never anything serious. Did you know I got on the pill two days after I met you as I knew I was going to fall in love with you?"
"OK, I get it. Like most of us mere mortals, you can't be 100% sure of other human beings. Did it ever occur to you that I'm worried you'll wake up and say, he's nice but I can do so much better? So, is the thing you can't forgive yourself for - throwing away the sandwiches? If so, in time, that wound will heal, and I think we can put that unpleasant incident behind us." I tilted her head up but she buried it in my chest again. I think she was trying to hide a bit of a smile.
"But you are a guy! Guys can't control their lust!" she said nodding her head as if she won an argument even though we weren't arguing as far as I knew.
"Statistically women are more likely to cheat than men, these days," I said. "And I don't know if movies are accurate, but women seem to justify cheating because a man doesn't work hard enough or works too hard, is too predictable, he never thinks ahead, he's never around, he's suffocating me, he acts like he's my boss, he's too easy to push around..."
"Fine I'll say it." She spoke very fast for some reason, "When my sister said she was coming to visit, I made a deal with her. I told her I wanted to marry you but since she's had a crush on you since the day she met you, she was welcome have you if she could tempt you to cheat."
I laughed, "Your sister likes bad boys. I'm not her type. And even if she did try and hit on me, do you think I'd cheat on the love of my life?" I could see Heathers cheek swell and blush. "Since nothing happened can we just go back to the way things were before your sister arrived?" Heather lifted her head off the pillow and continued her confession.
"That's the worst part," she said, "Most guys drool when they see Heather, but I know you thought of her as a friend. I was reading some of Tammi's magazines when I got the idea I should get you thinking about sex when you thought about Tammi if I really wanted to test you.
I needed to get you sexually aroused but I couldn't be so mean to you and not let you have any sex, so I ended up giving you hand jobs but trying to get you to picture my sister every time I made you cum. I admit I found I craved sex with you too much, so I'd hump you every morning until I got some satisfaction too."
"OK, that is pretty devious, but I get it," I said. "Marriage is a huge commitment and you wanted to really make sure I meant it when I married you for the rest of our days. Even if neither of us could be sexually active, I'd still want you to marry me. I love every moment I have with you. This however might take some time to get over, I don't think I ever gave you any cause not to trust me. I really don't like having my word or honor questioned."
"There's more," she said hiding her face again in my chest. "Even after I realized you'd never cheat; I kept telling you naughtier and naughtier stories while I gave you a hand job because...the stories excited me. I liked controlling when you'd cum. I feel like you have all the control in the bedroom because I'm so addicted to you."
"Feeling any control of your needs was exhilarating. I got excited at the thought of you trying to resist my bodacious sister. I got so horny picturing you having your way with my sister, I'd have to masturbate in the bathroom, pretending to get cleaned up after you blasted your semen everywhere."
