Winter had come, and with it, Ted's wife was out of town more often, traveling to work-related seminars and conferences. Ted used these absences to spend time with Emily, and was even so bold as to visit her at her house a few times, although they did their best to be discreet. They always set up a cover story; a reason Ted would be coming by, such as dropping off some music or other church-related papers.
Ted and Emily's sexual experiences had grown varied and always were satisfying, but Ted was getting hints from Emily that there was one thing that hadn't happened yet that Emily desperately wanted; they hadn't gone "all the way".
They had talked about it plenty, and one of the issues was that of birth control. Ted had already purchased and hidden away a box of condoms if they should ever decide to have sex, but he was worried about the very real possibility of the condom failing and Emily getting pregnant. While it wouldn't be a disaster, it would greatly accelerate the plans they had made, and would involve a rapid divorce, and Ted definitely losing his job, along with the disgrace both would suffer.
Emily had been planning for this on her own, and during the last few weeks revealed to Ted that she was now on birth control. She told the story of asking her mother about her irregular periods and painful menstruation times, and her mother took Emily to her ob/gyn and it was decided that getting Emily on the pill would alleviate the pains and help regulate her periods, which it did.
This particular day was a small celebration for Ted; it was his birthday. He had no major plans, but was happy his wife was away so he could see Emily. Emily had promised Ted a special treat if he could come for lunch, and he had arrived at her house around 11.
The first surprise was when Emily opened the front door to let Ted in. Her hair was touching her shoulders now, but in addition, was blonde. She had bleached it just for Ted, and was excited for him to see it. Ted was delighted.
"Oh, my, what a sexy girlfriend I have! And now blonde as well!" he smiled, as he shut the door behind him, and wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. Emily beamed. Pleasing Ted was her number-one priority.
"There's more!" she revealed, taking his hand and leading him to the kitchen, where his nostrils were met with a collection of tantalizing smells. Emily had prepared a meal of shrimp scampi after learning it was a favorite of Ted's. He had ordered it at one of their visits to Georgio's, the place where they enjoyed clandestine dinner dates from time to time. Ted drank in the scents and his mouth watered.
After enjoying the meal, Emily cuddled with Ted on her parent's living room couch, as light jazz played softly from the other room. Each time Emily learned something about Ted, she tried to assimilate it into her own likes and tastes. After a few kisses and caresses, Emily stood and took Ted's hand. "I want to give you your last present now," she said in a soft voice.
Ted followed Emily down the hall to Emily's room, the source of the music. She led him to the bed, and had him sit.
"I've been on the pill for weeks now. And it's your birthday. Please? Can we now? It'd be perfect," she was almost pleading.
Ted had wanted her all this time, of course. But the old-fashioned gentleman in him waited, enjoying the slow dance and seduction. He wanted Emily to want it as much as he did. He knew it had reached a peak. It was time.
Ted stood and took Emily in his arms, and kissed her softly. He had taught her to slow dance, and he put her arms in that position, and they started a slow circle around her room, to the music that played. She held her head against his chest with her eyes closed.
After one song ended, he whispered in her ear, "Yes, we can. I love you, Angel."
Emily's eyes welled up with tears.
As the music played on, Ted knelt at Emily's feet, and first he removed her sandals and placed them under her bed. Then he stood and removed Emily's clothes slowly and ceremoniously, placing each item gently on her dresser after folding it. First he unbuttoned the blue checked print shirt, top button first, and watched her bosom reveal itself as the shirt spread open. He took the shirt from her and placed it on her dresser. Then he unhooked her belt and opened her jeans, gently sliding them down her pale legs, and he helped her step out of them.
Standing again, he kissed her neck, and reached around behind her back and undid her tan, lacy bra, and stepped back so he could savor the sight as he lowered each strap from her shoulders, then he peeled the bra away from her body. He never tired of revealing her breasts.
Lastly he hooked his fingertips in the elastic of the matching lacy thong and slowly slid it down her legs, and she stepped out of it.
