Author's Note:
There's plenty of sex in this story, but you'll have to wait. If you just want a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'm story, please read something else. If you like to read erotic stories, I hope you read on - and send me your comments!
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PROLOG
I fell madly in love with Anne during college, and at the end of our senior year I asked her to marry me. My heart stopped when she just stared at me and didn't say anything. Then she asked me to wait for her answer while she "sorted some things out." I reluctantly agreed. The only other choice I had was to break up with her. Not only was I in love with her, but breaking up meant losing my only source of frequent and usually exciting sex. Yes, I wasn't married to her, but I was already completely pussy whipped. A few weeks later we both graduated.
We managed to get jobs in the same city, so we didn't have to contend with being separated by distance. Although Anne didn't explain her reticence to marry me, we continued to date each other exclusively. She refused to move in with me, but we managed to sleep together whenever one or the other of our roommates was away. This averaged about six sleep-overs monthly. We certainly seemed to be compatible, and the sexual side of our relationship became increasingly intense and mutually satisfying. My married friends complained that they weren't getting as much action as I was!
But I still wanted a permanent relationship with Anne. About a year later I again brought up the subject. We had just made love in her apartment, and she had lost consciousness for several seconds during a prolonged, loud, body-shaking orgasm as we climaxed together. I thought it was the ideal time to propose marriage. When I did so, she began crying. I was completely baffled!
I held and caressed Anne until her tears stopped, and she told me to wait while she "got something." She left her bedroom and returned a few minutes later with her senior-year, highschool yearbook. She sat down next to me on the bed, but I had difficulty paying attention to what she was showing me. Her naked body still had an incredible post-orgasmic glow, and I could see streaks of my cum that had dripped down her thighs when she got up.
Filling Anne with cum was not normally allowed. She always inserted her diaphragm before we made love, and she almost always insisted that I also wear a condom for "double protection." But tonight was only the second day after she had finished her period, and she decided it was virtually "safe" to only use "single protection." In fact it had been each of my squirts of cum that had sent her into such an incredible climax, which in turn had caused mine to be spectacular as well.
I was looking forward to what came next. In a few minutes I would be expected to use my tongue to clean up my mess, and as soon as I sent her over the top with oral sex, I would be treated to another loud and intense romp in her bed. Who knows? If I had enough juice left, I might get to lick her off and do it a third time. It was certainly worth a try! All I had to do was get her to put that silly yearbook away!
My penis slowly got hard as I contemplated these activities. I put an arm around Anne and gently rubbed one of her breasts as she turned to the pages of portraits. "There! That's Jack!" She announced. I saw a good-looking young guy with a short haircut. His face wore the silly grin which is commonplace in yearbooks.
"And?" I asked. "He's special, right?" Her right nipple was jutting out and I heard her catch her breath as I gently squeezed it. Yes, I was trying to distract her. I failed.
Anne turned to the pages in the back where people had written messages to her. One page was entirely filled with masculine handwriting, with "All my love always, Jack" at the bottom. "Read this." She said. She pulled herself away from me and walked into the bathroom. I reluctantly tore my eyes from her sexy behind and read Jack's words.
Jack had written an incredibly romantic message, proclaiming he would always love her, and that he knew they would always be together. There were additional sentiments, but that was the basic idea. I was impressed, both by the intensity of the feelings he expressed so eloquently, as well as by his willingness to write them on something that could easily be read by other people. It was plain that Jack was so certain that he and Anne belonged together that he had no problem announcing this to the world. I had a fleeting thought about how Anne had sneaked me into her apartment so that nobody would know we were sleeping together, but I brushed it aside. That's how we fool ourselves, isn't it?
I heard the toilet flush, and then Anne came back in and sat down with me. "I dated Jack the last two years of high school." She said. "We were in love. We knew it, and nothing could ever break us up."
Anne's eyes filled with tears so I hugged her. God I loved the feel of her breasts against my chest! Her skin was so soft, but her muscles just underneath were so strong! "So what happened?" I asked gently.
"We promised to save sex until we were married." She sniffled. "It was really hard! We almost did it a couple of times, but we always stopped. We were both virgins. It was a commitment we made to each other! To wait and be each other's first real lovers!" This last came out as a wailing cry, and she began to sob.
Clearly one of them had cheated. I made the obvious guess. "What did he do?" I asked.
"He betrayed everything!" Anne muttered. "That summer he fucked that slut Marcie! He didn't wait for me!"
