Jessica, a virgin, readies herself to have first time sexual intercourse with her longtime boyfriend, Michael.
Jessica and Michael met during their junior year in college. He was so handsome with his chestnut brown hair, big, brown eyes, and beautiful smile. With him being a writer, he was so full of life, creativity, and big ideas. He was going to write the great American novel and Jessica was going to have her paintings sell like hot cakes from a New York City art gallery. Only their dreams were just that and now their reality was working at 9-5, boring jobs while waiting to save up enough money to get married.
Full of creative energy, the two, wild and crazy artistic people connected immediately and three years later they continue to be more in love than ever. Only, not yet lovers, after taking a vow to abstain from sexual intercourse, they'd deem themselves more as best friends than they are lovers. With her wanting to keep her virginity intact until her wedding day, it was something she promised her grandmother on her deathbed that she'd do. A regrettable promise to make, feeling so helpless to do anything to save her grandmother from dying, if her virginity would give her grandmother peace of mind, she didn't see the problem; that is until she met Michael. With him being a game changer and her promise breaker, it was difficult to keep the promise that she made to her grandmother.
Nonetheless her cursed virginity, Jessica smiled while thinking about how much fun and excitement they have together and how lucky she is to have found him. They've both agreed that, after they're married, when one of them becomes extremely successful, they'll live by the ocean in Cape Cod, Massachusetts. Having vacationed there as a kid, she always envied those who had the ocean as their backyard. Even though she lived equidistant from Cape Cod and from New Hampshire's White Mountains, she preferred the ocean to the mountains. She loved the mountains but she felt more connected to the ocean and to the water than she did looking out over a broad landscape from a mountain top.
Since college graduation, Michael has written a couple of mildly successful novels and Jessica is waiting for a pending offer from a New York City art gallery that showed interest in her collection. The art gallery in Boston, where she works as a full-time art dealer, kindly displays and generously sells her creations on a regular basis. Still unable to quit her day job to create her art full-time, the New York City art gallery is stringing her along longer than she wants. Being that she's not showing in Boston, only displaying her paintings where she works as a saleswoman, if she showed in New York, she'd be on her way to making her living at what she loves to do.
If only she could make her living while realizing her passion by creating her art full-time, now that she's found the perfect man, her life couldn't be any better. Her only two downfalls from her having a perfect life is her constant horniness and her continued sexual frustration. The other downfall is in earning her living selling her own original artwork instead of selling someone else's. She only wished that she could work at her passion and paint all day instead of having to sell someone else's painting at an art gallery.
Nonetheless, not such a struggling, hungry artist anymore, able to at least pay her rent, buy food, and refresh her art supplies, she's pleased that her art is finally selling. Granted it's not selling for the prices that she hoped some of her paintings would fetch but maybe one day, after she garners some attention in New York, she'll finally find her fame and make her fortune. As she's done with the Boston art gallery, with them allowing her to hang her paintings on the wall with the other better known and more successful artists, she's confident that a deal will be struck with the New York art gallery soon.
"With you writing and me painting, we're lucky that we can earn a living while doing what we both love to do," she said to Michael. "With us stuck in 9-5 jobs when not stuck in traffic, I can't wait for the day when we can work from home," she said more talking about the future than the present.
"I agree," said Michael. "My biggest dream come true would be for someone to make a movie from one of my novels. Once that happens, with me being more in control of my professional destiny, then I can write whatever I want to write and whenever I want to write it. Able to dance to my own music, I'd have no more pressure from agents and publishers to write what they want me to write instead of writing what I need to write."
When not painting, Jessica pictured the life they'd someday have in Cape Cod, Massachusetts. Walking the beach when not painting and writing, they could sit and watch the ocean for inspiration. After having masturbated herself, yet again, she stepped out of her bath to towel herself dry. Filled with romantic anticipation and sexual expectation of what was to happen tonight, her bright smile lit up the bathroom like a cluster of twinkling stars in the evening sky. If she was on a beach on Cape Cod now, if only to show how sexually aroused she was, she'd walk along the beach naked. Not caring who'd see her naked body, even though she just masturbated, she was still horny and sexually frustrated.
"Michael's been so patient with me," she said for no one to hear. "With him always so horny too and always wanting a blowjob when I'm not giving him a hand job, it's about time I give him what he really wants, the chance to deflower me. In case it doesn't work out between us, I'd rather that he be my first lover than to have regrets in giving my virginity to someone else, someone that I don't love in the way that I love him."
Jessica laughed out loud at the thought of the old fashioned word 'deflower' that Michael had coined and used when they discussed the subject three days ago of her finally agreeing to lose her virginity to him. She found the word to be romantic and sexy when her Honey said 'deflower.' Being that honey and flowers went together, she immediately thought of the birds and the bees before thinking about having sexual intercourse with Michael. Her thoughts of having sexual intercourse with Michael was always on her mind. She wondered what she'd think about and what she'd put her creative energy to after having sexual intercourse and after her virginity was behind her. Freeing up her mind to think of other things, perhaps she'd think more about her art.
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As if he was her Sir Galahad, he was her knight in shining armor and it made her love him even more in wanting to have sexual intercourse with him when thinking of him as an honorable man. In the way that he's been such a perfect gentleman to allow her to honor her grandmother's wishes in them waiting to have sex until they're married, he was her Victorian lover. What other man would wait more than three years to have deep, penetrating sex with his fiancée? Most other men would have found someone else by now. Most other men wouldn't have remained faithful and would have been tempted to have sexual intercourse with someone else. Only he respected her wishes and patiently, albeit sexually frustratingly, waited with him.
Jessica was still technically a virgin, even though she and Michael had done everything short of penetration. He was persistent, but something he promised he wouldn't do, he never forced himself on her. He made her so hot and horny that sometimes, because she wanted to feel his cock inside her so badly, she'd actually cry from sexual frustration when they finished their sexual make-out session. After their last sexual session of hot, steamy pre-sex that included everything but penetration, it was then that she made up her mind to have sexual intercourse with him. Whether standing against a wall, sitting in a chair, lying in bed, or bending forward to allow him to take her from behind, she couldn't wait to make love and to fuck him in every imaginable way.
After all, he was the only man that she wanted and they had waited long enough. She did her best in keeping the promise that she made to her grandmother but the times were different today than when her grandmother was her age. A promise impossible to keep after finding the love of her life, nearly no woman was a virgin today.
"Michael, I want to ask you something special." Jessica said as they shared a cup of coffee together at their favorite, small, outdoor café on Newberry Street in the Back Bay section of Boston.
As if he was lost in another novel, he absent mindedly stirred his coffee while gazing across the table at her. He was always preoccupied with characters, scenes, dialogue and plots in the way that she was always preoccupied with her paintings.
"You may ask me anything but it's a little scary when you premise your question by asking my permission," he said with a laugh. "What's up?"
He looked at her with his eyebrows furrowed. A few strands of his beautiful, dark hair had drifted across his face and collected just above his mysterious, golden-brown eyes. Not only was he tall, dark, and handsome, a real Adonis, but also he had a fun sense of humor to go with his quick witted intelligence and kind heart. God, she loved this man for all she was worth and couldn't imagine life without him. With her too much a part of him, he was too much a part of her.
"Being that you've been patient and kind about my wanting to remain a virgin, I'd really love you to alter my virginal situation, my current status as a virgin, on Saturday night," said Jessica leaning in closer and saying softly enough that only he could hear. Embarrassed if anyone knew the extent of her sexual innocence, she didn't want the people at the tables around her to know that she was a virgin. "Your apartment or mine will be fine. You choose, okay?"
After what seemed like a twenty-minute pause, which was only about twenty seconds, Michael responded in a soft voice too.
"Alter your virginal situation? Your current status as a virgin? You mean," he said looking at her with as much sexual arousal as he looked at her with love. "You want me to deflower you?"
She liked how he used the word deflower again. It sounded so old fashioned. It sounded so romantic. It sounded so hot.
