I have to tell somebody this story. I got a really weird phone call the other day. After the conversation was over, I was absolutely livid. I am not a vengeful person, but I was furious after receiving this call.
Let me start from the beginning.
My name is Niki and I'm engaged to marry Daniel Morgan, my high school sweetheart tomorrow afternoon. I just turned 20 years old, I'm 5'7"s tall and weigh about 135. I'm not trying to sound vain or conceited, but I am pretty hot looking according to all the guys that have tried to get into my panties over the years. Lots of guys showered me with their attention but I always knew Daniel was the only one for me.
I have some pretty spectacular breasts, I really do. They are definitely my best asset, full, firm and proud, my 36C's have nipples that get like huge rubbery erasers when they get hard. I'm deeply tanned with sexy tan lines, a tummy that is flat and toned, long sexy legs and a gorgeous tight plump firm ass. Well actually, my ass is kind of big I think, but it's real firm and Daniel always told me it is perfect. He loves to pinch and goose it all the time. I keep my little kitty trimmed with a landing patch and Daniel always said I have the prettiest little pussy in the world.
I'm a natural blonde, my hair is to my shoulders and I have bangs. I'm a blue eyed country girl from Fort Worth, Texas and spend most of my free time in my parents backyard at my families swimming pool in my bikini sunbathing, with my I-pod on. I love goofing off and working on my tan, I'll admit, I'm a little lazy, I'm a spoiled little girl I guess. I do work a little part time job at the pharmacy by our house, but Daniel owns a refrigeration and air conditioning business and always said he wanted a stay home wife, so I knew my working days were coming to an end soon.
We both agreed to some pre marital rules long ago, at my insistence, and I had no intention of breaking them. I'm really a good girl, and consider my morals a virtue, but you might not think so after reading this story. It was very important to me that we both remained virgins until our wedding night and that we both remained monogamous and faithful forever.
Daniel had been so sweet, patiently waiting for our first attempt at intercourse. It was a struggle for both of us, but he knew how important this was to me. He knew I came from a strict family, and was a traditionally raised, small town girl. Waiting for my wedding night was just everything to me. Like a fairy tale, it was going to be perfect, I really believed in it. He knew I was adamant about not going all the way and this has caused many an argument, but being faithful and being a virgin to each other was something I would not relinquish.
I had held him off with blowjobs and hand jobs for the last 1 1/2 years, allowing him to lick on my kitty just a few times, but absolutely no penetration. He had never seen me completely nude before, I wouldn't allow that either. When I had to please him orally or allowed him to please me orally, I was especially shy about it and remained at least partially clothed or in a darkened atmosphere.
Don't get me wrong, I wanted the penetration too, I'm not a complete prude. Sometimes when he slurped on my clit, it took every ounce of restraint I had to stop it there. I fantasized about how it would feel on our wedding night and it just gave me a stronger constitution to wait.
We both discussed pre-marital intercourse and after some long discussions, he reluctantly agreed to wait until our honeymoon. He promised me I would be his first and only and I promised him I was his and his alone forever. I loved him even more for making that sacrifice for me.
Well, one night recently, I finally screwed up. In a moment of weakness, after promising myself to save it for my marriage all this time, I let Daniel have me for my first time ever.
That night, after he slurped on my tight little shaved pussy at his apartment for 30 minutes, I crumbled. As I lay there basking in the after glow of my orally induced orgasm, Daniel, still unrelieved and erect, mounted me. I tried to push him away at first, telling him to stop, but he said he wouldn't do anything more than touch the tip to my pussy lips. He promised he wouldn't put it in, saying that he just wanted to rub the tip of his swollen cock around my pussy lips for just a second and then he would stop, but I fell apart like a cheap suit in moments.
I couldn't help myself, it felt so good with his cock opening up my little virgin hole for the first time ever. I wanted to tell him to stop, really I did, but in the heat of the moment, I allowed him to probe just a little to see what it would feel like. I found I just couldn't get the word "stop" to come out of my mouth and let him continue to push the tip in and out. After a few minutes of teasing my pussy hole, I was so lost. I couldn't believe how good it felt. While he teased my pussy with just the tip of his 6 inch stiff cock, only poking and nudging the tip in, I groaned and succumbed to the pleasure and finally grabbing his ass, I pulled him into me all the way deep. At first, it really hurt bad as I felt my hymen tear, but in the next two minutes of his furious pounding before he came, I realized how good it felt and what I had been missing. I just wished he had lasted a little longer.
Afterwards I felt so guilty and ashamed. In just two minutes of lust, I had destroyed my childhood fantasy of being a virgin bride married to a virgin husband. I was really saving myself for my wedding night and just threw it all away for a couple of minutes of sin. I cried and blamed him, but he said that he was planning on stopping when I just pulled him in. I felt even guiltier knowing it was me that actually had broken our pact. Daniel consoled me, he was so sweet and said as far as he was concerned, he was still marrying a virgin. Honestly, it made me feel a little better and I loved him so for understanding.
The next few weeks everybody was so busy. My mom and sisters were helping me with the wedding arrangements and I was so excited. Rehearsal dinners were planned, visits to the priest, caterers, limo companies, everybody was working so hard.
That particular day was hectic as usual but I had a found few minutes to spare and was exhausted. I was getting a much needed short nap at home alone when I heard the phone ring.
"May I please speak to Niki," a female voice said.
Not recognizing the voice, I replied, "This is Niki, who is this?"
The woman on the other end continued, "Niki, you're probably not going to remember me, but we used to go to school together. This is Joanie Dawson."
"Oh, hi Joanie, of course I remember you, how are you doing?" I replied.
I remembered Joanie Dawson. She was in some of my classes and while we had never been real close friends, I immediately remembered the time I had "rescued" her from a couple of stupid mean schoolboys, taunting her and calling her a "bitch" one day. She was in no real danger, but after I chastised the boys as fools and losers, they never bothered her again. I was kind of popular in school, being a cheerleader and the girlfriend of a football player, so those guys respected me enough to leave her alone.
Joanie was a very plain girl, a little chubby and wore too much makeup back then, but she minded her own business, was a very good student and was grateful that I stood up for her. I remember her crying as we left her tormentors, walking away hand in hand. She thanked me over and over saying if there was ever anything she could do for me, to let her know.
"I'm okay........uh.......can you talk for a second, I need to tell you something?" she finally cautiously replied.
"Sure Joanie, what's up," I quizzed her kind of interested now.