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(MF, nc, alcohol, preg?) *** Author Note: Elements of this story are true; elements are fictional. I hope, at some point, to make the whole thing come true. I'd love to hear suggestions for follow up stories. Repost as you wish, don't make money on it, leave my email address attached as author. cumnmepls@yahoo.com *** I'd been dating Amanda for three years - time for a ring and a date Dr. Laura would say. And the will was there, just not the cash. Plus, after three years she was transferred to Colorado, about 18 hours from the Ohio college town where we'd met. She's 25, I'm 22. I still have another year to go before graduation. We hated it but there was nothing we could do about it. She wasn't making much now, but a few more years with the company and she would be set. She's a design artist, really talented. Unfortunately it's a rough industry; three or four applicants for every opening. Like I said, she's really talented, but it's a hard career to get into, even for the best. It's rewarding though, for the lucky ones that get the break. Anyway, we knew she couldn't afford to miss this opportunity. I still had another year to go. I want to get into teaching, high school English or history. Not exactly a pot of gold, but also very rewarding. There's also a high demand, so we knew I would be able to find something in Colorado after I graduate and could work while I continue with graduate school part-time. Neither of us had much cash, so we had to rely on emails and the phone. We also planned to meet up when we could, either half way or in Colorado (she didn't get much time off and couldn't travel) but that was expensive. I never knew exactly how long a year could be. I learned. It's hard to go from seeing someone every day to the cold monotone of email and chats. Plus, all you hear about is how long distance relationships never work. One person gets lonely... then they get angry... then you spend all the time you're together in person arguing. I was scared. I'm not sure how it started; for all I know it could have been some Jerry Springer show with teen moms saying they had babies so the daddies couldn't leave them. Maybe it was something in the back of my mind all along, but soon I was getting desperate and scared. Sex was always hot between us. It wasn't everything in our relationship, but it was great. She was better than anything I'd experienced before. We fit, really well, and she loved trying new things. For the first time in my life, sex got better as time went on; we kept learning new things about each other. The one thing that really frustrated me was that she always made me wear a condom. I hated it. I had never been inside a girl without one. I was always terrified of getting some girl pregnant and ruining my life. Now that I was with someone for the long haul, I wanted to try things "au natural" for a change. It wasn't that I wanted her to get pregnant, I just felt we had reached a point in our relationship that we could both feel safe. We were clean, devoted. But she was deathly afraid of pregnancy. I knew she wanted kids, and I knew she enjoyed talking about having children, and I knew she wanted to have mine; sometimes it would come up during sex and I swear she came faster and harder every time I had her knees on her chest chanting words like 'breeder' and 'baby maker'. I don't know if it was the job or if she was worried about how here parents would react, but she was just very worried and we had to be very careful. About a year and a half into the relationship, I convinced her to go on the pill. She was a little embarrassed but agreed it would be a good back up to the condoms. Of course, I didn't plan on using condoms after she started... She took the pill for four months. It made her really sick. Apparently that's just how it works on some girls. It also stopped her period completely which scared the hell out of her. I suggested we could try some other kind, like the injection kind, that uses a different active ingredient, but she wasn't willing to try it. I begged and I pleaded to go bareback before the drug's effects wore off; I figured if it had stopped her menstruation completely that at least she couldn't get pregnant but she wouldn't go for it. I guess it was a little selfish of me, considering how important it was to her to avoid any 'surprises' but after four months apart I was getting worried and desperate. I started doing a little research and putting together a plan. My birthday is in March, and all I asked for this last one was cash so I could afford a flight to Boulder. My family knew how keen I was on her and I got it. Amanda and I decided I would come to Colorado over spring break. I had five days off work, so we figured that by taking a late flight on the last day, we could fit in a pretty good visit. She had to work Saturday but was taking a Monday and Tuesday off, giving us an uninterrupted three-day-weekend. I gathered a few supplies (not many clothes, though) and caught a flight late Friday night. It's incredible how short a flight is compared to an 18 hour drive. I arrived a couple hours later. She picked me up and we drove another hour to her apartment in Durango. I was pretty wrecked and after a few slow romantic kisses I crashed and slept until 2 in the afternoon. She was away at work. This was fine with me because it gave me time to prepare. I walked a few blocks to a strip mall to pick up a few things to make dinner with, and, of course, a bottle of our special Moet & Chandon champagne. I was a busy little beaver when I got back, setting up a cliched romantic dinner for two - right down to the detail of two chocolate mints on the pillows. She got in around seven, tired but caught up with work. I think she suspected I would do something special, but was surprised anyway. I really outdid myself with the cooking (and cleaned up the huge mess I made). I acted chivalrous, led her to the couch and took off her shoes and socks, poured a glass of red wine. I don't know how tired her feet could get sitting on her ass at a drafting table but they responded to the royal treatment as planned. After a little light relaxation, I lit the candles and began to serve dinner. After the meal, but before dessert, I excused myself to the kitchen for a few moments. I popped open the champagne and poured it into two plastic (high class, eh?) champagne flutes. I added a little something special to hers, two valiums. From my research, I knew the dose would help the alcohol work in her system but wouldn't know her out completely. Plus, the bitter champagne would help cover up the taste of the medicine. We enjoyed the champagne and a really great chocolate dessert of some sort (I picked it out of a catalog at the store). We retired to her bedroom. Before I opened the door, I told her she had to humor me, I had a little surprise. I put a blindfold over her eyes and led her in. I undressed her, slowly. I love looking at her body and seeing her reminded me of what had made her absence so painful. I love her curves, her breasts...and I got a surprise when I saw that she had shaved herself...just like I love it. It's wonderful to go down on her without worrying about hair in your teeth. I laid her down on the bed and went over her very slowly, first with my tongue and then my hands. I opened a bottle of massage oil that I had bought before I came and started rubbing it in to her. It was clear that the sedative and alcohol were taking effect. Normally, she tenses up every time I use lotion on her until I show her the bottle's label saying that it is water based, not petroleum, and safe for use with latex condoms. This time she didn't - and of course the massage oil was just that - oil based. I had a back up bottle in case she asked to see it, but didn't need it. After a slow rub down. I helped he too her feet again and reminded her to keep the blindfold on. I guided first one leg, then the next into a pile of soft silky material and pulled it up. It was this increasable white silk slip, cut very low with almost invisible white straps. Next I moved her legs once again, but I think by the time I had the next part half way up her body, she had figured out what I was doing; a little chill ran down her spine. But she was good, and didn't fight or struggle. I finished zipping the last part, turned her toward the mirror, and took off the blindfold. Amanda stood there wrapped in silk, lace and sequins looking absolutely virginal in a wedding dress. I admit it wasn't much, I had bought it from an ad in the paper (and received some strange looks) but it fit remarkably well. I knew it wasn't nearly as beautiful as the one she would someday wear, but she was glowing. Without moving her head, she let me take her hand, then slip a very simple, thin, gold band onto her right finger. I had bought her a starter wedding band for less than $20 at a pawn shop, but it put a million dollar smile on her face. I admit I got a little rough at this point. I knew the effect the dress would have on her, I had no idea seeing it would hit me so hard. I pushed her back onto the bed and began pushing the flowing dress up. She didn't object; she was incredibly moist. I wasn't wasting my time with my tongue though. I made a great show of rolling the condom down the shaft of my cock and then moved between her legs. After I had placed just the tip inside her, I reached up to the headboard and turned a wind up key. As I slowly moved into the woman who was and would be my wife, a little beat up music box started playing, slightly off key, "Here comes the bride." I had intentionally not cum for four days... four days of hell and frustration because I knew this might be my only chance. I was afraid I wouldn't last very long, afraid our first time together again would disappoint her but I think her orgasm started the moment she opened her eyes... it didn't matter though, I had waited too long... with too much build up to hold off. I was in her as deeply as possible, her legs up in the air in a position she sometimes joked was like my cock was picking the egg to fertilize when I heard a snap... the sound of one latex based condom exposed to an oil based massage oil and disintegrating... and I came -- in her for the first time. I stayed inside Amanda until my cock went completely soft, slipping out of her along with a little stream of cum. I have to admit that right at that moment I started to have doubts. Did I really want her pregnant? Did I really think a baby would keep her with me if I had impregnated her, basically, by raping her? But that didn't affect how exciting it had been. I rummaged in my bag to get out the Polaroid camera I had swiped from my parent's house. It was a really beautiful sight, the way she was laid out. Being apart was stressful. The times we managed to get together it seemed we went back and forth between exquisite pleasure in being together and constantly sniping at each other. But here, she looked so peaceful. I took her glasses off and put them on the head board. I took one picture of her face. Then another of her whole body. I'm doubly fortunate with Amanda. She has both the most beautiful, and tightest, pussy I've ever experienced. Between her legs, her lips were closed with just a little pearl of my cum showing. I took a picture of that too. I took my finger and wiped the goo up. On a whim, I put it on my tongue. Now, I don't think I'm a pervert, and I don't think there is a single guy out there who has never tasted his own cum. And I know how much I like how she tastes. This was something different, though. This was the taste of both of us, together. I reached down again and put my finger inside her, then put a gob on her lips; unconsciously her mouth opened just a little. If there was one hang up that drove me nuts, it was her aversion to my cum. Until I met her, I hadn't been with anyone like her who could bring me off. She could do it with either her hand or her mouth. It was a whole new experience to be able just to lean back and let someone else give me an orgasm. But she wouldn't take it in her mouth. The few times she had, she made me feel guilty by grimacing as she swallowed [ok, that's not entirely true. When a guy is mid-orgasm, it's not humanly possible for him to think on any level so complex as guilt. It actually made it a little better because I knew she was doing it strictly for my pleasure]. Anyway, it wasn't much of a problem. She liked me cumming on her, especially feeling my hot cum hit her face. A couple of times I licked it off her face and kissed her. I think she liked that - it drove me wild. I smoothed the dress and pulled it back down. I had gotten a little rough, but was glad to see I hadn't really damaged the dress. It wasn't really expensive, but I was hoping to get some more use out of it. I took two more pictures, then hid the photos and camera in my bag. I wasn't sure how she would react if she knew I had taken them. We had videoed ourselves making love once when we first started dating, but right afterward I erased the tape. Another time I had filmed us without her knowledge but the quality wasn't great. I had set the camera on her computer desk in the bedroom and covered it enough so she wouldn't see any light indicating it was on. Unfortunately the angle showed more of me than her for the most part, but at one point I had a great view of her breasts bouncing while she was on top. I watched it a couple times but was really afraid she would uncover it (or worse, change tapes in the camcorder and have it pop up sometime watching old tapes with her family -or god forbid our children). I realized later that I should have copied it onto a normal VHS tape. Anyway, the pictures were for my own 'private' use so I didn't think she would mind too much. I curled up next to her and went to sleep, content. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 49