Ella Sonia and Me

No sexual involvement of people under 18 is in the story

I was never a studious guy. Theory, books, and learning, all were a burden to me. I liked physical activities: Playing sports, working in our yard, fixing broken stuff at home. You get the picture. In high school, as a tall and athletic student I was on both the football and basketball teams. Of course, whenever both teams were busy at the same time, I decided which one to join. I was so good, that both coaches allowed me this unorthodox privilege.

In my senior year I began noticing girls ogling me more than usual. I wasn't very shy, but my focus was on ball games and spending quality time with my friends, so I didn't attempt to date anybody.

One day, I rushed from the classroom to the court and bumped into a girl I hadn't met before. She fell on the floor and her stuff spread all over. I apologized, helped her collect her books, notes, computer, and everything else she had. Then I noticed she limped. I sat her down and looked at her leg. There was an ugly bruise. I said, "I am so sorry. I was in a hurry. Is there anything I can do to redeem myself?" She stared at me with a tiny smile and mumbled, "No. Thanks." I went to play with my buddies and soon forgot all about it.

The following day, I saw the girl again. She had a large bandage on her right calf. I approached her, "I see I caused you a big problem. Let me make it up to you."

"What do you mean?"

"Let me buy you a coffee and a donut at Starbucks."

"It's OK. Don't bother."

"I feel guilty. I have a big body, and it was my fault. Please..."

"If you insist. Tomorrow after school is good for you?"

"Perfect."

...

I arrived earlier, ensuring we had a table for 2 near the window. I saw her walking toward the store. It was the first time I got a good look at her. She was about 5'6", fairly skinny, with a smallish chest. But her face was pretty, and she had long blonde hair and blue eyes that one could drown in. Her smile was cute too. I was hooked before she opened her mouth.

I signaled to her to come to the table and said, "I apologize again for behaving like an elephant in a China store. My name is Lucas. I am a senior and like sports. Tell me what you want and I'll go pick it up."

Ten minutes later I returned with her cappuccino, my dark coffee, and 2 scones. "Tell me a little about yourself."

"I am a sophomore, and my name is Ella. Sports is not my forte. I am more interested in reading books, watching good shows, and social studies."

I chuckled, "I see that we are exact opposites in our interests."

She smiled, "It looks like it."

I said, "I owe you more than coffee. Will you come to a movie with me? You can choose anything YOU like."

Ella stared at me, "Why? I bet movies I like will not be the ones you'll find interesting."

"The truth? It's a combination of feeling that I owe you more than a coffee, and your cute smile."

She giggled, "That's the lamest line I've heard so far, but if you are serious, we can try."

The movie she selected was a romantic comedy. She was right, I was not into it, and could not recall the name of the movie or the plot. I sat by her side and alternated between closing my eyes and gazing at her. She was so much into the film, that her emotions were clearly displayed on her face: Anxiety, a grin, or tears. At one frightening moment, Ella leaned on my chest. I hugged her shoulder and whispered, "Relax, it's only a movie." She murmured, "I know, but I get easily emotional in the theater."

On the way back, I blurted, "Ella, I like you. Will you go out with me?"

She smiled, "I like you too, but we do not match. Is it worth it?"

"I'd love to try..."

"Only if you promise not to bump into me again."

...

In the following weeks, we saw each other quite often. It was never at her house. We met at restaurants, at the movies, or at a neighboring park. I haven't seen her house or picked her up in my car near her house. I didn't insist, thinking she was embarrassed due to the family's poor income or conservative, controlling parents. After 2 months of dating, I invited her to our simple house. There she first saw my parents. Mom smiled at her, "Ella, Lucas told me you were beautiful, and I agree with him. It's nice to finally meet you." Dad just ogled Ella and mumbled, "Hi, gorgeous." We stayed with my parents for 15 minutes before retiring to my room to play a board game.

I was attracted to Ella physically, but she notified me early in our relationship that she would not have sex before getting married. It was a large blow, but when we began dating, she was underage anyway, so I chose to resist my temptation and think of her as a girlfriend rather than a lover. It worked for 2 years, during which we developed more attraction toward each other.

Just as Ella's 18th birthday approached, she told me, "Lucas dear, I know it was hard on you going out with me without the ability to have sex. It was very tough for me as well. If you promise to be patient, we can do it on my birthday." I kissed her and promised to take it easy.

On her birthday evening, she was in my room. I handed her a bouquet of red roses and a large box of Neuhaus pralines. She hugged me and mumbled, "Lucas, I love you. I appreciate your self-restraint for so long, but I can't wait anymore. Please take me to bed."

She undressed slowly, blushing the whole time. With clothes on, Ella looked skinny, but with her clothes off, her body seemed well toned. Her B cup tits looked cute. I was tempted to touch her protruding, dark pinkish nipples, but didn't dare. Then she removed her panties to reveal a dirty blonde landing strip.

I tried to appear calm and composed, but my unruly penis engorged and created a massive tent in my pants. Ella noticed it, and her face turned redder. I took off my clothes, and she gasped, "Lucas, you are huge... I am scared."

I knew what she was talking about; my 8" was rock hard and pointing to the ceiling. Yes, I was blessed, but especially for a virgin girl who never touched a dick before, meeting for the first time my size was a shock.

I caressed her tenderly and said, "Honey, I love you and will be as gentle as I can. My size may be frightening, but remember that your vagina was intended not only for sex but also to be the canal where a baby comes through. My organ is definitely much thinner than a newborn's head."

She whispered, "I believe you, but I thought it would be much smaller..."

"Ella, let's try. If you suffer, let me know and I'll stop."

We lay side by side, and our hands slowly touched each other. As my large palm met her breast, her breathing stopped. It was smooth and firm. I kneaded it lightly. She moaned and closed her eyes. I kissed her, gently parted her lips, penetrated with my tongue, and explored her sweet oral cavity. Slowly I felt her body warm up to me. She pressed her pelvis into me, and my erection poked her tummy. I continued massaging her tit and then rolled her stiff nipple between 2 fingers. She groaned into my mouth as her tiny hand moved south and touched my tumescent member. Her soft fingers explored the helmet and continued south to the large shaft. I felt her tremble, and she murmured, "I want you so much, but I am afraid you'll rip me down there."

I didn't answer, and my hand moved gingerly toward her mound. Her folds were damp. I fingered her gently, trying to meet her hymen. To my joy, it was a thin membrane with a large hole in the middle. Not that I had a lot of experience, but the night before, I read about the best and most satisfying way to have sex the first time. The article stated that most times, the girl was likely to feel some pain once the hymen was ruptured, but the thinner the membrane and the wider the hole, with patience, the pain could be minimal.

I continued fingering Ella, slowly moving circularly to dilate the orifice, and then added another finger. I sucked and then gently bit her nipple, and she began whimpering. Through her increasing pulse rate and breathing, I could tell she was becoming very horny. I myself was doing the best I could to think logically about what I was doing to arouse Ella rather than focus on my own arousal, concerned I'd cum prematurely.

When I felt she was ready, I moved between her thighs, and at a snail's pace advanced my cock into her treasure box. I French kissed her and lightly pinched her sensitive nipple as I crossed her barrier. I felt her membrane rupture and started slow pounding of her tight vagina. I never let go of her mouth, not giving her a chance to stop me. I rammed into her pussy in and out slowly and gradually felt her body, which became tense when I tore her hymen, relax again. I disengaged from her lips, and moved to milk her other nipple. Ella moaned loudly and murmured. "Oh god, it feels so good now. Don't stop, please..."

I slowly intensified my drilling, feeling she was very close. I accelerated further, and she shook violently under me, screaming her heart out. I kissed her again, and within seconds, ejaculated deep in her cunt. We rested for 15 minutes, and then she raised her upper body on her elbows and gave me a loving look, "You hurt me when you inserted your monster into me, but soon your gentle movements became a tantalizing pleasure, and I craved for more. Much more. The closer I came to my climax, the more needy I felt, wanting you to do it faster and harder. The orgasm was amazing. Every now and then I masturbated in my room, thinking about you, but the height I reached when you were inside me was unbelievable. Thank you."

I smiled, "Honey, I love you, and hated to cause the initial pain, but I knew it was unavoidable. The good news, now that you are no longer a virgin, sex should be about having fun without the pain."

She mounted me, kissed me softly, and muttered, "Lucas, I love you too. I think it's time to introduce you to my parents."

I grinned, "At last. And I want you to understand that I am never going to change my love for you if you live in a less accommodating house than mine."

Ella chuckled, "Honey, you are a good man, and as I said, I really love you. Didn't you ever think of googling my last name?"

"Why should I? There are many families with the name Goddard, and I assumed that when the time came, you'd tell me everything about your parents."

"My father is on the board of several big firms. He is a known investor on Wall Street and made us VERY rich. You'll see our house once you visit. My mother is a different story. She is shorter than me, cynical, prides herself on writing poetry, and is somewhat of a snob. They treat me as a princess. I'll tell Mom I want you to come on Friday afternoon and meet them."

"Shouldn't you talk to them first to be sure it's OK?"

Ella giggled, "In their eyes, I am a real princess, or at least was supposed to be. They NEVER refused anything I wished before, and I doubt they'll start now. Friday at 5:30 pm be at this address and ring the bell on the side of the gate."

...

I dressed nicely before arriving at Ella's house. I wanted to make a good impression, but boy, I was very wrong. Despite bringing fresh flowers to her mother and a bottle of good white wine for her father, the reception was cold as ice.

The father opened the door, and after introducing himself as Myron Goddard, he asked me what job I had. I said, "Sir, after finishing high school, I joined my uncle's business as a landscaper."

He smirked, "Are you planning at any time to continue in college and have a more decent work?"

"Probably not. I was never a very good student, and studying bored me. My wish is to one day own a landscaping business and make it successful."

He stared at me for a moment, and shortly after, he disappeared. Ella came from her room, kissed me, and led me to the living room, where her mother sat, watching a soap opera. Looking at the mother, it was obvious that Ella's physique was inherited from her father's side. The Mom was shorter, much more voluptuous, with exotic, pretty face, full lips, and dark brown hair.

She extended her hand to me, "Hi, my name is Sonia. Ella tells me you guys became a couple. I liked the idea that she found somebody she liked, but my husband just told me you intend to continue being a landscaper for the rest of your life. Is it true?"

"Very likely. I like the job, and assuming one day I'll own such a business, it has the potential to bring good money."

"I understand what you mean. However, my daughter is pretty, rich, a straight A student, and will undoubtedly continue to the university. With so much going for her, don't you think she deserves somebody who is more educated and has a better prospect in life?"

"Ma'am, when we began dating, I had no idea about your wealth, and higher education never impressed me. I am fond of your daughter and promise to do everything I can to make her happy."

"Young man, I heard you. But, with all due respect, as a mother, I think you two being a couple is a major mistake. I am against it and will do everything in my power to make Ella find a more suitable boyfriend."

During my 'discussion' with her mother, Ella listened but stayed mum. Later, in her room, she smiled at me, "Honey, Mom was trying to be a good mother, but she knows I will be the only one determining my own future. So, don't get upset. We'll continue dating despite her words."

The next few months, we went out as before. I hardly visited her house, and I used to wait for her outside their door to join me in my car.

Our bonding developed nicely, and our love flourished. Our sex has improved too. We did it mostly in my room, but occasionally in my car or in secluded places. Two months later, I proposed to her with a simple ring. Ella started crying and mumbled, "I love you very much. YES!"

"What will your parents say?"

"I don't care. You are marrying me, not them."

As her mother heard about Ella agreeing to wed me, she drove to our humble house and knocked on the door. At the time, I was the only one at home. She barged in, furious, "Lucas, what didn't you understand when I explained to you our daughter is not in your league?"

"Sonia, I understood everything you said, but didn't agree with you."

"Look, you plan to one day own your business. How about I give you a check for $10,000 toward your goal, and you'll leave my daughter alone?"

"Lady, I love your daughter."

"Last offer, $25,000."

"Absolutely not, even if you offer $1,000,000."

Her eyes pierced into me, and she blurted, "I hope you change your mind, but in case you don't, a prenuptial agreement will have to be signed to protect my daughter's inherited wealth."

"Sonia, I'll be happy to sign it. Her wealth does not interest me, only her well being."

"We'll see."

She slammed the door on the way out.

...

Our wedding was a big deal. There were more than 200 guests, with the vast majority being Ella's Dad's VIP's, business partners, and relatives. My side included family members, work buddies, and a couple of friends. My Dad and I paid 30% of the cost of the wedding, which covered much more than the 10% of the guests whom I invited.

After the marriage, Ella wanted us to move to a room at their parents' house for 3 months because that was the time she'd begin her studies at Columbia University. Her mother agreed.

At her house, each time Sonia saw me with Ella, she behaved OK, but when she saw me alone, she had snarky remarks or ignored me completely. I told myself that living in their house was a short term thing, and swallowed my pride.

One episode that I recall from that time happened when Ella asked me to help her hang some photos on the long hall's wall. All of them were already framed. They included pictures of Ella as a toddler playing with a Barbie doll, the father catching a big fish, and the mother performing a yoga pose. The last photo caught my eye: Sonia wore sculpt leggings and a ruched sports bra, which revealed a fantastic guitar figure with wide hips and a busty bosom. Her body was very sexy.

I asked Ella when the picture was taken. She smiled, "About a week ago. Mom is proud of her yoga skills and wishes every guest to appreciate her flexibility."

She was flexible all right, but her figure was extremely sexy. Why did she have to be such a bitch?!...

At the end of the 3 month period, we rented a small apartment in the southern part of the Bronx. That way, every day Ella rode the subway to the university, while my way to work and back took 45 minutes each way. For the next 3 years, Ella continued her studies, majoring in the arts, and planned to work in one of the many New York museums when she graduated.

A year earlier, I was promoted to a supervisor in my uncle's business and he summoned me for a talk.

I sat down in his office, and he said, "Lucas, you turned out to be my best and most trusted employee. As you know, I've never married and have no children. You are like my own child. Yesterday, I worked with my lawyer on my will and designated you as my only heir. Any comments, questions?"

I was stunned. I knew he lived alone, but it never occurred to me he would leave anything to me. I mumbled, "Thank you. That is very nice of you."

He grinned, "Just so you know, it includes the landscaping business, some investments, and several millions in the bank."

"Geez! That's a lot..."

"You deserve it. You did a great job, were loyal, hard working, and very reliable. I feel good to leave in good hands the business I created."

...

Two years later, my uncle died of heart disease, and the landscaping company with 25 employees became mine. The lawyer informed me that there was about $7,000,000 invested in mutual funds and additional $1,500,000 in a money market account. Suddenly, Ella and I became wealthy.

A year had passed, and we moved to a 4 bedroom house in a better neighborhood. Ella joined the staff of the MoMA with a good possibility of promotion later. Everything seemed to be working for us, and we began talking about bringing children into the world. In fact, we were surprised Ella hadn't gotten pregnant yet because we never used birth control methods, and by that time, we had sex at least 4 times a week for a long time. Six months had passed and no signs of pregnancy.

One evening, Ella confided in me that on multiple occasions, during sex she started having pains. She was examined by a gynecologist and had diagnostic tests. Two weeks later, we went to see the doctor together. She said, "Folks, Ella has advanced Endometriosis. Frankly, I don't know why she didn't have symptoms earlier. There is no known cure, but several options do exist. Painkillers can reduce symptoms, hormonal therapy may help too, and certain interventional procedures may shrink the amount of diseased endometrium. However, from everything I saw, the likelihood of conceiving is very remote. If at one point you wish to discuss IVF, I'll be available."

As we left the clinic, Ella started crying. I attempted to console her by joking, "Honey, not having children may be a blessing for me. It means that I won't have to compete with a baby for your attention."

She hugged me, "I know you are not serious, but it's so unfair. I won't be having my own children, and worse, our sex life may deteriorate."

"Honey, we'll try our best with what we've been dealt. We love each other, and this is everything that counts."

In the months that followed, the doctor put Ella on multiple drugs, trying to find the most appropriate combination to reduce her pain. Unfortunately, there was no magic combination. Slowly, Ella's suffering during and after sex increased to the point that we rarely did it. The most used position became 69 or other forms of oral satisfaction. Both of us became frustrated.

...

Eight months later, Ella entered our house with her eyes red. "What happened?" I inquired.