***All characters are over 18 and are fictional. Any resemblance to any real-life persons or situations is purely coincidental.
AUTHORS NOTES:
- This is my first attempt at a non-consent story. I'm not really into these types of stories, but I had an idea in my mind about it and thought I'd give it a try.
- This story has some religious themes. I tried to make it respectful, but if any details are seen as insulting, I assure you it was purely unintentional.
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SATURDAY NIGHT
He loved kissing her; he never met a woman who could match his own kissing skills. Their lips would be pressing on each other for so long that they would completely lose track of time. Sometimes they would end up making out with each other, and their tongues would start dancing in each other's mouths.
The only thing he loved more than kissing her was having his hand on her breast. She had the perfect pair of C-cups he had ever had his hands on. From how she responded to his touch, he could tell how much she loved the way he fondled her breast. She wore a lovely shirtdress tonight, as she sometimes does. He liked when she wore those dresses because the buttons were on the front, and he could easily open the front of her dress and slip his hand in and under the bra.
The only thing he loved more than kissing her and feeling her breasts was the way she stroked his dick. She gave him the best handjobs of any other woman he had ever been with. For someone who was still a virgin, she gave a handjob like a true professional. She knew exactly how to keep hold of his shaft, when to slow down or go faster, and when to take it easy so he wouldn't cum too fast and make it last longer.
They were on the couch in her living room, where they had just finished watching a movie on Netflix after eating the dinner she made for them. The movie was kind of boring; not as good as some of their friends made it out to be. But halfway through the movie, when the two main characters had a very intense sex scene, he made his move and began kissing her. Knowing what he wanted, she turned off the TV and started unzipping his pants as he opened the front of her dress.
They were at this for nearly an hour, a new record for them. She sensed that he was about to cum and there was no way to make it last any longer than it already had. They Stopped kissing, and she grabbed a bunch of tissues from the tissue box on the coffee table. She got the tissues ready over the head of his dick and started stroking him extra fast, and he let out a loud grunt as he shot his load into those tissues. She squeezed out whatever was left in his shaft and closed up the wad of tissues so the cum would stay inside.
"Thank you," said Michael.
"It was my pleasure," said Polly. She wasn't lying; she does get a little pleasure out of giving him the occasional handjob.
Michael put his dick back in his pants as Polly buttoned up her dress. She then took the wad of tissues to the bathroom, where she threw it in the waste basket and washed her hands. She came back to the living room and sat down next to him. He began kissing her again and put his hand on her breast.
"How about we finally take this to the bedroom?" he whispered into her ear.
"Not for two more weeks," she replied as she gently pushed him away from her.
"How about you finally give me a blowjob then?"
"No, Michael," she said as she gently pushed him away from her. "But I promise to do that for you also on our wedding night."
"Ugh, you're killing me here, Polly," he said with much frustration in his voice. "We're going to be married soon anyway; why not now?"
"Hey, you're not the only one here who's very horny," she replied. "But we've been together for three years now; we can wait two more weeks for our wedding night. Until then, I don't mind giving you the occasional handjob to help you with your needs."
Michael nodded in agreement but was not very happy about it. He had gone three years without sex with one of the most beautiful women in town. He was no virgin himself; he had been with several women in college and had a few good relationships afterwards. But Polly was still a virgin and wanted to remain that way until her wedding night.
They met each other at a church function a year before they started dating. He volunteered to work the grill, and she was making balloon animals for the kids. They saw each other from Michael the yard and couldn't help smiling at each other. She was a few years younger than him, with long, dirty-blonde hair and a slim body, but he could tell she had excellent C-cup breasts. She also had a movie star face and the most beautiful smile he had ever seen on a woman.
He didn't even know her name at the time, but he thought he was falling in love. He thought about asking someone else to take over the grill so he could go over and talk to her, but then a large man walked up to her and gave her a big kiss. He would later find out that it was her boyfriend, a successful lawyer and former NFL linebacker who was once drafted by the Seattle Seahawks. He could've made it big in the NFL if he hadn't suffered a terrible knee injury during a preseason game and had to be cut from the team. But he still managed to use his law degree to get into a very prestigious firm.
A year later, they broke up, and Michael made his move. He wanted to move in quickly before someone else set their sights on her. He knew of at least three other single men from the church he knew who would've gone after her and had a better chance at her than he did. He charmed her with some witty jokes and convinced her to go out with him.
When they first started dating, he didn't know how religious she was and thought he could convince her to go to bed early on in their relationship, but she never fell for any of his tactics. He was sure he came close a few times to convincing her to give in to temptation, but she never did, and he admired her for this. Despite this, he still liked her more than any other woman he had known, and when he wasn't trying to fuck her, he was enjoying being with her and getting to know her. Eventually, he realized he was falling in love with her and was willing to wait as long as she was willing to wait for him.
Six months into their relationship, she started giving Michael handjobs. She may have been a virgin, but she wasn't naïve about the needs of men. She knew eventually they would need something from her, and at a certain point she would give them a handjob. She had given every boyfriend she had since she was 18 a handjob and had developed some good hand skills over the years. She waited that long to start giving Michael his handjobs because she wanted to make sure he actually liked her for who she was and was not just getting some kind of sexual gratification out of her. And despite his early attempts to seduce her into his bedroom, he eventually calmed down long enough for them to get to know each other, and then she was comfortable enough to start doing this for him.
Michael wasn't completely selfish; he knew Polly had her own needs and would return the favor with his own hands. When she was done jerking him off, he would put his hand between her legs and finger-blast her to completion. Sometimes, he would get her off twice just so he could give her the pleasure that she deserved.
"You're right; you are absolutely right, Polly," said Michael. "I love you, and I am willing to wait just a couple more weeks until we are finally married."
"I love you too," said Polly, and she kissed him one more time. "I promise, it will be worth it."
Polly picked up her phone that she had left on the coffee table and pulled up a screenshot from an advertisement she took and showed it to Michael, who was very surprised at what he was seeing.
"What's this?" he asked.
"This is the lingerie I'm planning to wear on our wedding night," she replied with a big, sexy smile. "Do you think this is worth the wait?"
