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 1.  Virginity

   It was happenstance, really.  I was a 24 year old IT person, and was at
a company dinner to celebrate its fifth year.  There were several large
tables, and the dinner was a catered party.  Sitting across from me was
Glenda, a pleasant, matronly woman who worked in payroll, whom I had
occasion to help with IT problems now and then.

   Seated next to Glenda was a petite, shy young woman who hardly ever
looked up to make eye contact.  I had never seen her before and wondered if
she was Glenda's guest.  The young lady had long black hair, was slender,
and otherwise ordinary looking.  She definitely did not dress to be
noticed; she wore a shirt (blouse?) and dark slacks.  Probably small
breasts.

   A discreet look at her hands showed no rings.  Why was I interested in
her?  She was definitely attractive to me, not in a showy manner, though,
and I was sure that she was not aware of her attractiveness.

   Glenda and I said hello, and as the dinner was winding down, she asked
me if I brought anyone.  I told her I had not.  Then she said, "Rick, I'd
like you to meet my friend Aislin."

   Aislin blushed slightly, smiled, and extended her hand.  I grasped her
hand and mumbled something about "nice to meet you."

   Glenda then said, "It's kind of noisy in here.  We're going to get some
coffee at Denny's.  Would you like to join us?"

   I immediately accepted, and we said our goodbyes to our hosts.  Twenty
minutes later we were in a quiet booth being served coffee.

   Glenda asked, "So, Rick, are you married?"

   I suspected where this was heading, and frankly, I was glad for that. 
"No," I answered, "I've had a few serious relationships, and some casual
ones, but now I'm not even seeing anyone.  I figure the right person will
come along when it's meant to happen." I paused for a moment, then asked,
"How did you and Aislin meet?"

   "She's a graphic designer where my husband works.  He didn't want to
come to the dinner, so I asked Aislin."

   "Oh...  Aislin, are you married or seeing anyone?"

   "Umm, no, not seeing anyone either.  I have a lot of friends, but no one
close."

   She blushed again.  I smiled.  I could see that she was going to be a
challenge to draw out, but it was so cute when she did that.

   Glenda gave me a knowing smile.  The three of us (mostly Glenda and I)
chatted about various things, and then she said it was time to go.

   I was about to ask Aislin if I could call her, but Glenda appeared to be
in a hurry to get away.  This was becoming mysterious.  Quickly, Glenda
said, "Rick, why don't we have lunch soon?  There are some things I'd like
to talk about."

   "Okay...  Aislin, I enjoyed meeting you and hope we can talk again."

   She smiled and extended her hand.  I took it and in a forward (for me)
move, gently kissed it before I released it.  I had to give ser SOME sign
that I was interested.

   I had difficulty getting to sleep that night, wondering about Glenda's
seemingly overprotective ways with Aislin.  Finally, I resolved that I
would talk with Glenda the next day and try to get to the bottom of the
situation.

   At work, I set up a lunch appointment with Glenda.  I had to wait until
Thursday for our schedules to allow it.

   We met at a Chili's and when we were seated, I asked, "It's about
Aislin, isn't it?"

   "Yes, it is.  What did you think of her?"

   "She's very quiet...  and very attractive.  I can't believe she doesn't
have a long line of guys asking her out."

   "Do you like her?"

   "Of course I do.  Where is this going?"

   Glenda smiled.  "She likes you too.  A lot.  But she's afraid of getting
involved in a relationship."

   My disappointment must have shown.

   She continued, "She's been emotionally hurt at the start of some
potential relationships.  But as I said, she does like you."

   "I'd like to get to know her better," I said.  "But I don't know how to
make contact except through you."

   She laughed and reached into her purse.  "Bingo.  Here's her contact
info, with home phone."

   Glenda's expression became more serious.  "I could see that there was
some chemistry between you two.  I think that's a very good thing, and I
hope it lasts.  I don't know you very well, but I can see that you aren't a
rigid and inflexible person."

   I wondered what she meant.

   She continued, "There are some things that I know about her that I won't
disclose.  She has to be the one to do that.  Just be kind to her."

   "This is really getting mysterious, Glenda.  But I have no intention of
hurting her.  I do want to give her a call, and I plan to do that after
work."

   "Good."

   I liked Glenda's directness.  It cut through a lot of unnecessary
dancing around a subject.  Anyway, we went back to work.

   The afternoon passed slowly.  I had Aislin on my mind, and also the
mystery surrounding her.  I finally got home, had some leftovers for
dinner, and worked up the courage to call her.

   "Hello?"

   "Hello, is this Aislin?"

   "Yes."

   "Hi, it's Rick.  We met at the dinner where you and Glenda were."

   "Of course I remember."

   "Uh, Aislin, I'd like to get to know you.  Are you free for dinner
Friday or Saturday?"

   "Oh, I'd like that!"

   She sounded happy, but a little worried at the same time.

   We decided on Friday, and gave me her address.  I suggested a casual
Italian place.

   A few long days with her on my mind, and I finally went to her place at
6:00 PM that Friday.  When she answered the door I got a big surprise.  She
wore a lovely print dress that settled above her knees, smooth bare legs,
and tasteful heels.
"Aislin...  you're stunning!" I felt foolish saying that, but I had to

say something.

   She giggled, "Thank you!"

   She said she was ready to go, and we got in my car.  I don't make small
talk easily, so I didn't say much.  She definitely turned a few heads when
we were escorted to our table.  I could scarcely keep my eyes off her when
we were seated.

   I asked Aislin to tell me about herself.  She said she was 21 years old,
the youngest of 2 kids, had an older brother, liked her job as a graphics
designer, and that she had a good relationship with her parents.

   Then she added, "Also...  I'm a virgin."

   "Oh wow!" I said.  Well, that was better than asking, "Oh really?" Not
much better, but a little better.  I wasn't not sure why she told me that,
but she seemed amused at my reaction.

   "Does that bother you?" she asked.

   "No-o, not really.  How do you feel about it?"

   "It just means that I haven't found the right person yet."

   Hmmm.  So she's particular.  That's not so bad, is it?  I decided to
throw a curve, and teasingly asked, "Am I being considered as a candidate
for the job as the right person?"

   She couldn't help giggling, and said, "Could be...  There's more that I
haven't told you, we'll see how you feel about your candidacy after I tell
you."

   "Okay, I'm listening."

   "Not here.  Now tell me about yourself."

   Fair enough.  It's a common complaint that guys tend to talk about
themselves to excess and I wanted to avoid that.  But I had told her almost
nothing about myself so far, so I went through a condensed recap of my
life. Thankfully it didn't consume a lot f time.  The important things were
that I had some casual relationships and two serious ones.

   Toward the end of dinner she said, "When you take me home can you come
in for coffee and we can continue our earlier conversation?"

   She must have been taking "directness" lessons from Glenda.  I smiled
and said yes.  She seemed somber on the way to her place.  I wondered if
the mystery would be solved that evening.

   Without a word she fixed coffee and we silently sipped as she took some
time to decide what she was going to say.  I was curious, of course, but
was not going to force the issue - yet.

   Then she sat next to me on her sofa, and then began to cry.  I put my
arm around her shoulder and let her cry her tension away.

   "I like you a lot, and that's why this is so hard for me," she sniffled.
"Okay, here goes."

   She looked in my eyes, then away.  "I was born a boy.  I should have
been born a girl, and I had a very rough time trying to be what I wasn't
meant to be.  So when I was eighteen I began treatments.  My parents helped
a lot and took care of legally getting records changed.  I haven't taken
the final step, so...  I still have...  male equipment, and it's
functional. But mentally, emotionally, and almost all ways physically I'm a
woman.  I don't blame you if you don't want to see me anymore, but I just
couldn't let things go further without you knowing."

   I was quiet for a moment.  That was a lot of new stuff thrown at me.  I
knew that I had to make some quick decisions.  Ever since I had met Aislin
I liked her - a lot.  My head was telling me that I couldn't have an
intimate relationship with someone who was born a male.  But my heart was
telling me how much I liked her.  Right then I made a quick decision to go
with my heart.

   I took hold of her hand and said, "Aislin - you're very brave.  It took
a lot of courage for you to tell me that, and it was the right thing to
do."

   She had a sad, wistful smile and answered, "So, it's over?"

   I said, "You know I like you a lot, don't you?"

   A tear trickled down her cheek and she said, "I hope so."

   I pulled her to me and kissed her.  Hard.  All her stored up passion
broke loose and she threw her arms around me and aggressively kissed back.
I reclined on my back and she got on top of me and we continued to
aggressively make out.  Her kisses were sweet, I couldn't get enough.

   Several minutes of this, and we came up for air.

   "I want you to take my virginity," she said.  "If you want to, that is."

   At that point, I wanted to be with her.  "I do want to," I replied.

   "Can you hold off for two more days?" she asked.  "I want you to be sure
you want to do this."

   I looked into her sincere eyes and said, "If that's what you want, I can
wait.  I know I won't change my mind."

   "Hold me now," she said.

   She leaned against me and I held her close.  She sighed, a long,
contented sigh.  I realized I was aroused and stone hard.  It would not be
easy to wait the two days, especially after being offered her virginity. 
After a few minutes, she noticed my condition, put her hand on the outside
of my pants, felt my hardness, and giggled.

   "Careful," I warned.  "It wouldn't take much to get me to shoot off
right now."

   She giggled again.  "Same with me.  I'm so hot I can hardly stand it. 
We'd better quit now."

   "Yeah," I whispered.  I didn't want to quit, but it was her body, and I
was determined to be patient and see where it would lead.

   Then she outlined her plan.  I would come over on Sunday afternoon.  She
would have music softly playing, and we'd go to her bed.  Then we'd get
undressed and she would give herself to me.  For her part, she would get
squeaky clean, inside and out.  "You can do the same, if you want to
reciprocate," she said.  Then we would celebrate by going out to dinner.  I
agreed.

   I couldn't resist giving her a hard, passionate kiss before I left.

   I had a lot to think about in the intervening two days.  I definitely
would take what she had offered me, her virginity.  I would definitely give
her the experience she wanted.  And the thought of my being the first one
to ejaculate inside her made me painfully hard and almost unable to resist
taking matters in my own hand.  But I held off.

   I wondered what I'd do to reciprocate her pleasure.  Did it really
matter that much that she had a cock instead of a pussy?  What would she
expect me to do?  How would I feel handling her tool?  Should I give her a
hand job?  I was curious to see her ejaculate.  What about taking her in my
mouth?  Could I do that?  The idea of doing that with a guy, repulsed me.
But this was her.  Aislin.  The shy girl I met.  I knew I'd want to give
her pleasure, I just didn't know how exactly, or how I'd react.

   Damn, I was thinking too much.  What I had to tell myself was, Go with
your heart.  Do what you really WANT to do.

   I thought about calling her, but I didn't want her to assume I'd be
calling to cancel.  I didn't want her to cancel, either, so I resolved not
to call.  I'd just show up.

   I'd bring flowers.  What flowers are appropriate for a deflowering? 
Hmmm.  A dozen red roses would have to do.  I went out and got them on
Saturday since most flower shops are closed on Sunday.

   All my questions ricocheted in my head until Sunday morning.  I also
wondered how Aislin was feeling, what she was thinking.  I guessed I'd find
out.

   I did get "squeaky clean inside and out" as she said she was going to,
just so I could cover all the bases and not have any regrets about not
having done something.

   So, with a dozen red roses in hand, I was at her place in early
afternoon.  She answered the door with an excited smile on her face.  She
thanked me for the flowers and put them in a vase.

   "Well, are you nervous?" she asked.

   "Some," I said.  "You?"

   "Of course.  This is a big day for me.  Why are you nervous?"

   "I'm afraid I'll shoot off right away."

   She giggled.  "Oh, how sexy!  That means you want me!  Don't worry, if
you cum right away, you'll just have to do it again!"

   My boner was rock hard and she knew it.  Without a word she put her arms
around me.  I of course hugged her too, and we kissed.  Our kisses became
more passionate.  Then she broke away and whispered, "It's time to go to
the bedroom."

   My heart raced as I followed her to her bed.

   "Let's get undressed," she said, and began to remove her clothes.  I did
the same.

   I stood there for a moment, looking at her lovely form.  Wavy black
hair, small firm breasts, smooth slender legs, and a very erect cock. 
About six inches.  Her entire body was a gorgeous work of art, finely
sculpted by the universe.  Everything about her was exquisitely feminine -
except for, you know.

   My boner stuck out too.  Aroused, hard, throbbing - and ready.  I felt
her gaze zoom in on my midsection.  For an instant she had a look of
concern, then acceptance, and then eagerness.

   "Let's get on the bed," she whispered.  She lay face up, and I got next
to her.  There was a bottle of high quality lubricant on the nightstand.  I
ran my hands over her chest, feeling her firm breasts.  Then I gently
kissed her nipples; first one, then the other.  She moaned.  Then I kissed
her lips.  She returned my kisses with a combination of eagerness and
restraint.

   After a few moments of kisses she whispered, "I'd love to handle you,
but I don't want you to cum before you put it inside me."

   She kissed me again and said, "I will now give myself to you."

   Then she put a firm cushion on the bed and draped a towel over it.  She
handed me the bottle of lubricant and said, "Use it generously and go
slow." Then she lay on top of the cushion face down in a surrendering
position.  I had never seen a more gorgeous sight.

   She spread her legs as I got myself in position for the "main event". 
She had a perfectly shaped bottom - firm and smooth.  I put some of the
slippery substance on her nether portal and gently penetrated her with one
finger.  She sighed.  I gave her some more lubricant, and then liberally
applied it to my throbbing tool.  If she had been the one to lubricate my
cock, I would have spurted the instant I felt her feminine hands touch me.

   It was time.

   The initial penetration got her to voice a sensuous "Uhhh!" With just
the tip of my cock inside her, I kept still for a few moments until she
whispered, "Okay." Then very slowly I worked my cock inside her, taking
short strokes.  There were a few gasps, and an occasional "Uhhh!" Finally I
was all the way inside.  She was so tight, and it felt so good.

   "Are you okay?" I asked.

   "Oh, yeah!  Oh, I feel so full!  Lie on top of me now, and then fuck
me."

   Where did she learn the things to say that would keep my dick so hard? I
got in full body contact with her.  Then, slowly at first, I pumped my
engorged cock in and out.  Her reaction was a constant litany of "Ohhh!"
and "Ahhh!" sounds.  I smiled at the thought that I was experiencing
something that so many women, including married ones, never allow.

   I was near the end of my self control.  "Aislin - I'm about to cum.  Is
that okay?"

   "Yes!  Cum inside me!  Make me yours!"

   That was all it took.  Two thrusts, and I erupted inside her.  Spurt
after spurt after spurt shot through my cock, in one of the lengthiest
orgasms I had experienced.

   When it was over I whispered, "Oh God, Aislin!"

   "Mmmm, yes!  Stay inside me if you can.  I want you to fuck me again!"

   I had no trouble staying inside her.  The sensuality of her body kept me
semi-hard until I recovered enough to give her a good fucking. .Unlike the
previous time, I took long thrusts, taking care not to hurt her.  Her
throaty groans and gasps were sweet, sensual music.  I pulled out once to
put more lubricant on, and I went on for about twenty minutes before I
powerfully ejaculated inside her.

   "Oh my gosh, you did me good!" she exclaimed when I pulled out.

   "Are you going to be okay?" I asked.

   "Oh yes!  I'm going to be sore for a while, but that's what I wanted. 
It'll be a nice reminder of my giving you my virginity."

   "I hope I didn't overdo it."

   "I expected to be well-fucked," she giggled.

   For me, the moment of truth had come.  I wanted to give her pleasure.  I
maneuvered her on her back, and she was erect.  I gently handled her cock,
looked at it, lightly felt it.  I frequently looked at her face to get
clues of how she was feeling.  Her hips were trembling, and she was oh, so
hard.

   I knew it wouldn't take much to make her ejaculate, but as much as I
wanted to actually see her spurt, I had a different idea.  I wouldn't have
done this for anyone but her.  I took her in my mouth.  I swirled my tongue
around her member, and in under thirty seconds she erupted.  Her hips went
wild, and I kept her in my mouth as I felt the pulsing of her spurts and of
her cock.

   It was sexy knowing that she was experiencing the same kind of pleasure
as I do when I cross the line.

   And, because it came from her, the girl who offered me her virginity, I
swallowed.  Every drop.

   It took a few minutes for her to recover, and when she opened her eyes,
she bestowed a sensuous, loving smile.

   "That felt so good.  Have you ever done that before?"

   "No, Aislin.  Never."

   She brought my face to hers and we passionately kissed.  I got on top of
her so I could feel as much of her body in contact with mine as we made
out. She became erect after a few minutes.

   "Aislin - would you like to go inside me?"

   "Yes!  Oh, yes!"

   I put the firm pillow under my hips and lay back, face up.  "I want to
feel your lips on mine when you cum.  I'm ready now."

   With a sexy smile, she knelt between my knees and lubricated her finger.
Then, as she locked her gaze on my eyes, she inserted her index finger all
the way.  Keeping her eyes locked on mine, she moved her finger around
until I felt a zing of pleasure shoot through my body.

   She giggled.  "I found your prostate."

   She lightly ran her finger all around that sweet spot, making me squirm
and pant.  She continued to tease my prostate for several minutes.  I'd
never experienced pleasure like that before.  All the while her eyes were
locked on mine, and she had a teasingly sexy smile on her face.  She pulled
out a few times to put more lubricant on her fingers and continued to tease
my prostate.  I wanted her.  I wanted her inside me, and she knew it.

   After an excruciatingly long time, she giggled and applied a generous
serving of lubricant to her cock.  Then she spread me apart and put the
head of her cock against my entrance.  Gently, she pushed until she was
just inside.

   "Uhhh!" My groans were like hers earlier.

   "Are you okay?"

   "Yes."

   She watched closely as she slowly went further in.  When her member made
contact with my teased prostate, she knew it.  Not yet fully inside me, she
took short strokes which continually stimulated my prostate.

   "Aislin - that feels good!"

   She smiled, and then went in all the way.

   "Are you still okay?"

   "God, yes!  I feel full, but in a good way."

   She then let herself lie on top of me, with her lips close to mine.  She
began to thrust more forcefully.  Then she went faster.  I knew she was
close to ejaculating.

   "Cum inside me, Aislin," I whispered.

   That sent her across the line.  I pulled her close.  Her eyes were
closed as she pressed her mouth on mine.

   "Mmmff!  Mmfff!  Mmmfff!" I heard as she slammed into me.

   Afterward, we lay there silently.  She stayed inside me as long as she
could, while I held her.  When she slipped out, she opened her eyes, There
was silent communication, expressing thoughts whose words we had not yet
said.  We both knew that for the moment we should let that be.

   "Maybe we should get showered," she whispered.  "Want to join me?"

   I nodded, and we thoroughly washed each other, complete with handling,
kissing, and teasing.

   We got dressed.  Aislin put on a short skirt that drew my attention to
her pelvic area.  A tasteful blouse, pumps, and she was ready.  She would
definitely be turning heads wherever we went.  She suggested a continental
bistro toward the edge of town.

   She did turn heads when we went there.  Oh, did she ever.  It wasn't
just how she dressed, or her gorgeous body.  It was her smile, her
radiance, the fact that she was happy.  I got envious stares that said,
"Man, I hope you know how lucky you are."

   I did.

   2.  Courtship

   We drank a toast to our eventful day and talked about a lot of different
things.  She mentioned that she would likely be sore "back there" for a few
days.  "I wanted it that way," she giggled.  "Every time I feel the
soreness it reminds me of you, and my first time, and my giving it up to
you.  Then I feel good all over."

   It was a pleasure being with her.  Her talk had me aroused.

   She continued, "So I can't do it that way for a couple of days.  I'm
sure I'll get used to it after a while.  If you want to, that is."

   "You didn't really think I was going to cut and run, did you?  Of course
I want to!"

   "Good.  That's what I hoped for."

   I spent the night at her place.  We didn't intend to do anything sexual,
but the tension was just too great.  In the dark, I handled her until she
was about to cum.  Then I took her in my mouth and was surprised at how
much spunk she unloaded.  She reciprocated in the same way.  It sure felt
good.

   At work the next day, Glenda stopped by my cubicle with a knowing smile.
"I'm happy for her...  and for you," she giggled.  "She's a real treasure.
Don't let her get away." Then she left.

   Of course Aislin and I talked by phone every day.  On Wednesday she
asked if I'd like to stop by her place after work and get a quick burger
somewhere.

   After work I was at her apartment and rang the doorbell several times,
but she didn't answer.

   Then she came running up to the door, panting.  She'd been jogging.  "Hi
Rick!  (pant pant) I'm running a little late.  (pant pant) Come on in!"

   She was quite sweaty from her workout.  Even so, she was gorgeous.  She
gave me a hug and a kiss.  "Let me get showered and we can get a bite to
eat."

   I held on to her.  "No.  No shower.  I want you.  Now.  Sweat and grime
and all." I raised her arm and gave her several quick licks in her
underarm.

   "Oh...  Ohh!  Ahh!"

   I saw hot arousal in her eyes as she removed her top.  She stepped out
of her shorts.  I grabbed her hand and led her to her bedroom and threw my
clothes off.  We fell together on the bed and kissed passionately.

   She grabbed the bottle of lubricant and handed it to me.  "Quick - I
want you inside me." She got on her hands and knees in doggy position.

   I slathered the lubricant on my cock, put a little of it inside her. 
Then I quickly pushed the tip of my cock inside her.  I was half crazed
with arousal, and in a hurry.

   "Ohh!  Uhh!"

   "You okay?"

   "Yeah.  It's okay.  Stick it in all the way."

   In the space of a few seconds, I drove in to the hilt.

   "Ahhhhhh!"

   "Oh, that feels good, Aislin!"

   "Yes!  Fuck me good!  Give me your cum!"

   It didn't take long.  A couple of minutes of brusque thrusting, and I
unleashed a torrent of cum inside her.  I didn't wait long before I
withdrew and got her on her back.  I inserted a finger inside her.  Wow,
she was slippery from my cum.  I knew I found her magic spot when her hips
jerked.  I continued to massage her magic spot as I took her inside my
mouth.  Her gasps of pleasure were sweet music to me, and I started to hum.
The extra stimulation provided by the vibration brought her off quickly.

   "Uhh!  Uhh!  Unhh!  Uhhh!" she groaned as she ejaculated.

   When she quieted down I swallowed her sweet nectar.  "Gmmmfff!" Then she
slipped out.

   "Oh my God, that was hot!" she exclaimed.  "Now we both need a shower!"

   We showered, dressed, and went out for that burger.  Much later than she
had planned.  She looked pensive, and I asked her what she was thinking. 
She laughed.  "I want you to spend the night, but I know that if you do,
we're going to get very little sleep.  How about if you come over on Friday
and plan to sleep over?"

   I said okay, and we finished up and headed for her place.  At her door,
we kissed passionately and then I went home.  She was really getting to me.
The more I was with her, the more I wanted to be.

   Two days later we were in her bed.  It was becoming our pattern to do
sexual things first, then have dinner.  I had teased her to distraction
over an extended time, with one finger inside her, lightly massaging her
magic spot, gently stroking her hard erect cock, and tickle-touching her
ball sac.  Then I had her go inside me.  In spite of her extreme arousal,
she truly made love to me.  It was tender, caring, and loving.  When she
climaxed, it was so intense that she passed out for a moment.

   A while later, I made love to her.  Slowly, tenderly, and I felt the
real connection between us that transcended the physical coupling and made
the experience emotional and spiritual.  We were truly connected in all the
ways that lovers feel.

   Later, at dinner, she said, "I think it's time that you met my family."

   I was a little surprised at the suddenness.  I raised my eyebrows
questioningly.  She smiled.

   "I promised myself that when I fell in love, I'd take the guy to meet my
parents and family."

   I grasped her hands.  "You dear girl," I said.  "I felt it too.  I'd
love to meet them.  Is there anything I should know ahead of time?"

   "No, just be yourself!"

   She pulled out her phone and called her mom.  During her conversation
she looked at me and asked, "Is tomorrow okay?  For dinner?" I nodded
assent.

   Back in her bed we made love again.  There were whispered endearments,
long kisses, a few tears of passion, and some spectacular orgasms.  We went
to sleep with her practically on top of me.  We both slept well.

   After a leisurely breakfast, she asked me to come by at 3 PM and we'd
drive to her parents.

   I was nervous, of course.  I didn't know how much she told them about
our relationship, or what their expectations would be.  When I went to her
place, she was dressed in the same outfit she wore on our first date.  She
was stunning.  She was also glowing.  During the drive to her parents, she
placed my free hand on her bare leg, and put her hand close to my crotch.
It was erotically distracting, though we managed to drive there without any
mishaps.

   I parked the car in her parents' driveway and we began to walk toward
the door.  Before we got there, the door flew open and a woman's voice
exclaimed, "My God, Aislin!  You look so happy and radiant!"

   "Hi, mom," Aislin said, and fell into a hug.  I stood for a moment, and
they broke the hug.  "This must be the young man you told me about.  Hi,
I'm Miriam."

   "Hello, ma'am.  I'm Rick."

   I noticed that there were tears running down Miriam's face.  "I'm sorry,
Rick, it's just that I've never seen Aislin so happy.  And doesn't she look
gorgeous!"

   "That she is, ma'am."

   "Please call me Miriam," she chuckled.  "Here, let me introduce you to
the others."

   Then I met Aislin's father, Gordon, and her older brother Jason, and his
wife Shelly.  Miriam hooked her arm in mine and said, "I'm going to have a
word with Rick.  We'll be outside at the gazebo."

   Uh-oh.  Time for "the talk." The trouble was, I didn't know what the
talk would be about.  I followed Miriam to their spacious back yard and sat
next to her on a bench.

   "That girl is head-over-heels in love with you.  You know that, don't
you?"

   What do you say to the mother of someone you're dating when she asks
that kind of question?  I mumbled something like, "Well, I think I know
that.  I hope so."

   Miriam laughed.  "Rick, the only wrong answer is the one that's not
truthful.  When you talk to me, I just want the truth, okay?  I'll not hold
anything against you for telling me how it is.  Can you commit to that?"

   I paused a few seconds, then looked her directly in the eye.  "Yes. 
Only the truth." Then I waited.

   "How do you feel about her going through with the final step?"

   "I haven't really thought about that.  I'd hope that she would carefully
weigh the risks and benefits.  Also, if she does do it, it should be for
her, not for me...  or anyone else."

   Miriam seemed pleased with my answer.  "Do you see your relationship
with her as a long term one?"

   "Well, it's a new relationship.  But I'll tell you this - the more I'm
with her, the more I want to be with her."

   "Mm-hmm.  And what else?"

   "Miriam - do you think she's ready for a long term relationship?  Is she
going to want more experience before settling down?"

   "She's a lot more emotionally mature than you might guess from her age,"
Miriam said in a serious tone.  "Also, when she wants something, she's
tenacious about going after it.  And right now that's you.  I know she
wouldn't have given her virginity to you unless she was in love with you."

   She smiled.  "No, don't be nervous abut my knowing.  She said you were
willing to wait a few days after she told you that you were the one. 
Anyway, I just wanted to know a few things about how you felt.  We should
go back inside and visit with the others."

   I chatted with her father for a few minutes, then with her brother.  He
was a little secretive about what he did for a living, but allowed as he
was an investigator of sorts.  Aislin stuck by me most of the time, which
made me feel good.  Then it was time to have dinner.

   Her family made me feel welcome, and I heard several times how they'd
not seen her as happy as today.  They brought out the wine and we had a
toast to Aislin's and my new relationship.

   Halfway through dinner, Shelly asked me if I had any concerns about the
relationship.  I answered, "I have a very serious concern."

   Everything went quiet.  Total silence.  I tried hard to look serious.  I
said, while holding her left hand, "Aislin is so stunningly gorgeous that
guys are going to be hitting on her constantly, regardless of whether or
not there's a ring on this pretty finger." There was a collective sigh of
relief, and everyone was smiling.  Aislin blushed.  I held up my hand and
said, "There's more."

   I continued, "I think most guys are gracious enough to back off when
told no.  Occasionally, though, there's a snake in paradise who is focused
on power and subjugation."

   Jason held up his hand and said, "Say no more.  I have the means to deal
with those kinds of people.  If either of you begin to suspect something
isn't right, let me know immediately.  Don't wait for it to get out of
hand. And Aislin, those types of people will do what they can to drive a
wedge between you and Rick.  If they tell you that he's stepping out on
you, demand proof.  If they won't give you the evidence without you meeting
them somewhere or some such thing, be suspicious.  Aislin, you're in
graphic design.  You know how things can be faked."

   The mood was rather somber, but Jason had addressed my concern about
blackmail and other nefarious motives.  "The same goes for you, Rick.  If
someone tells you that they think Aislin is doing something wrong, ask her
for an explanation or get with me."

   He wrote his cell and home numbers on a card and passed it to me.

   "I'm glad you brought that up, Rick," Miriam said.  "I truly have never
seen her as happy as she is now.  I'm so glad you found each other!"

   I laughed.  "Miriam, if you keep talking like that, I'm going to have a
swelled head."

   Aislin immediately made a show of putting her hand under the table on my
crotch, and said, "Hmmmm, it's too late for that!  This head is already
swelled up!" It was my turn to blush as everyone else dissolved in
laughter.

   After much conversation, the visit came to an end.  I exchanged hugs
with everyone, and Aislin and I started home.  A few minutes into the
drive, she said, "I'm so turned on.  When you said something about a ring
on my finger, I almost had an orgasm!  I'm about to cum right now!"

   "Take your panties off, but don't touch yourself."

   I held my hand out, and she gave me her panties, which I stuffed into a
pocket.  The rest of the drive to her place was quiet and filled with
sexual tension.

   The moment we got inside her place, I led her to the bedroom, and had
her lie down.  I pushed her dress up to expose her naked hips, and got
between he legs.  I gently blew on her, increasing her arousal.

   "Oh God, oh God," she whispered.  "Please, I need to cum!"

   I lightly tickle-touched her ball sac, and her six inches stood
throbbingly erect.  She was breathing hard, trying to keep her hands away
from her sex.  Using just two fingers, I lightly stroked her cock.  Her
hips trembled.  As soon as she cried out, "Aaaaaugh!" I knew she was
crossing the line.  Then I immediately took her in my mouth and provided
enough stimulation to see her through a satisfying ejaculation.  She
flooded my mouth with her essence, and I gulped a couple of times.  I kept
her inside my mouth until she subsided.

   "Oh my gosh!  Thank you, thank you!"

   I lay on top of her and we kissed for a while.  My own cock was hard and
confined in my clothes.  After a time I said, "I'm overdressed," and got up
to take my clothes off.  She reached for the lubricant and generously
slathered my erection with it.  Then she turned over, hiked her dress up,
and said, in a teasingly pouting voice, "Give your girlfriend a good
fucking!"

   I loved the way she talked.  I entered her and quickly sank in all the
way.  She gave a big sigh.  I let myself lie on top of her, and started to
thrust.  Almost all the way out, then all the way in.  "Uhhhh!" she sexily
groaned.  I kept on for several minutes.  She wiggled under me, and the
sounds she made drove me wild.

   "It's so hot knowing I'm going to carry your cum inside me all night!"

   That sent me over the line.  My cock pulsed and throbbed as I sent
powerful spurts inside her.  I stayed inside her for several minutes and
finally slipped out.  I got on my back and she lay her head on my chest. 
She didn't get undressed, and we didn't even turn off the light as we
drifted into a deep satisfying sleep.

   I awoke with her naked body against mine, and the room lights off, with
the early morning sky gently illuminating the room.  She must have gotten
up during the night.

   I held her close to me.  "Aislin, I love you."

   She dreamily purred.  "Love you too.  Let's get showered and have
breakfast."

   As we went for a walk later I told her it was time she met my parents
and would see if the following Saturday was all right.  We held hands.  We
kissed.  We used our hands to arouse and titillate.  I tenderly stroked her
face, and ran my hands over her firm legs and knees.  A woman's bare knees
can be very sexy.  Hers were.

   We made arrangements to go out to dinner on Wednesday, and I went back
to my place for the night.  We both needed rest from our full weekend.  The
next day I called my mom and told her I was getting serious about a girl
and wanted them to meet her.  Dinner and a visit on Saturday was to be.  I
was anxious about how they'd react to knowing about Aislin.  I was not
going to keep that from them.

   Wednesday at dinner Aislin mentioned that she was nervous about meeting
my parents.  I told her not to worry, and tried to conceal my own
apprehension.  "Look," I said, "Whatever happens, will happen.  I can't do
much about it and neither can you.  We'll deal with it however it happens.
But I'm not giving you up."

   That brought a smile to her face.  We spent the night together.

   I asked Aislin to dress the same way she did for the time at her
parents, and she did.

   Introductions took place, and Aislin met my mom ("Call me Sandy, dear,"
she said) and my dad ("Call me Bill.") After a few moments small talk, my
mom grasped Aislin's hand and said, "Excuse us for a few minutes, boys." Ah
yes.  Time for "the talk" just as I had done with Miriam.  It was then I
said to my dad, "Let's go outside." He picked up on the fact that I had
something to tell him.

   "So, what's on your mind, son?"

   "I really like her a lot."

   "I can tell.  Looks like it's more than like."

   "Uh, yeah."

   "What else?"

   "Do you know what a T-girl is?"

   He looked stunned for a moment, then asked, "She's a T-girl?"

   I nodded.

   He was silent for a moment.  "Wow." Then a slow whistle.  "I kind of
envy you, son."

   "Huh?!"

   He laughed.  "I had a very serious relationship with a T-girl when I was
overseas on business before I met your mom.  We realized there was no way
that she could leave her family and come to the states to live, so we
cooled it."

   My dad?  Had a serious thing with a T-girl?  How do you react to that?

   "Interesting," was all I could manage to say at the time.

   "Don't let her get away, son.  And don't worry about her and your mom.
They're probably crying and hugging right now.  She probably pulled the
whole story out of Aislin.  She has a way of doing that."

   I grinned as we walked inside the house.  The women were probably still
talking, and my dad and I sat and made conversation.

   Another half hour went by and the women hadn't returned, so my dad
started fixings for dinner.  I helped where I could.

   Finally the women emerged.  They both looked as though they'd been
crying, and I had to stifle a laugh at my dad's spot-on prediction.  Aislin
rushed into my arms and whispered, "I told her everything."

   I put my hands on her shoulders, looked directly in her eyes, and said,
"I'm proud of you, Aislin.  I'm so proud of you." Then I held her close for
a few moments.  For those moments nothing else existed.  Just the two of
us.

   We had to get a more upbeat mood for dinner, so I put on some classical
music, and Aislin and I went outside.

   "Your mom said it's okay if I tell you about our talk.  I'd like to do
that some other time."

   "That's fine.  Maybe I should tell you about my talk with your mom."

   "Oh, I know all about it.  She told me on Monday.  And that gave me more
reasons to be in love with you."

   I smiled.  "My dad is more open minded than I thought he'd be.  Things
are good there."

   We went in and joined my folks.  We had good wine and good conversation
over dinner.  Nothing heavy.  They made it plain that they liked Aislin.

   On the way back to Aislin's I asked her for her panties.  She gave me a
shy smile and slipped them off.  When we got to her place I led her to her
bed, then asked her to remove all her clothes.  Seeing her get undressed
always excited me.  Then I shed my clothes.

   I tickle-touched and teased her throbbing cock and ball sac until she
was about to go crazy.

   "Aislin, I've never seen you cum.  Can I do that?"

   "You've seen - oh, you mean from my thingy?"

   "Yes," I whispered.  "Your thingy."

   "Okay...  Please let me cum soon."

   I smiled and firmly stroked her cock until she exclaimed and erupted. 
Spurts of cum shot from her in pulses.  The first one was the most
powerful, and streaks of her essence splattered on her midsection.

   "Oh my gosh, I needed that relief!"

   I kept her lying down and licked up her spent juice.

   "It's my turn to see you cum!" she excitedly said.  So I lay back and
let her work her magic on me.  She worked on me for about twenty minutes,
and I thought I was going crazy.  It was probably payback for my teasing
her to distraction.  Her gentle, slender finger teased my prostate as she
gently handled my balls with her other hand.  She hardly touched my cock
until she was ready to see me spurt.  Then - wow!  She giggled when I came
out of my orgasmic delirium, and licked my spent cum from wherever it had
landed.

   I told Aislin the next day that I would like her parents to meet mine,
and that we could take them out to dinner.  I suggested about two weeks out
and she assented.  We would both be involved in scheduling the event.

   "Aislin, I have to ask you some questions," I began when we were
together midweek.

   She got a concerned expression on her face and stammered, "Uhm, okay."

   "When I talked to your mother, she made it clear that the only wrong
answer is one that is not true.  I agreed to always tell her the truth,
whatever it is.  The same thing applies between you and me.  I'm asking
that you commit to always telling the truth.  Will you do that?"

   "Oh, yes!"

   "What do you want from our relationship?  What are your expectations?" I
knew that was a very open ended question.  I had to know what she really
wanted.

   She looked at her hands for a moment composing her answer.  "I'm very
much in love with you, and I'd like to think that we will be together long
term."

   "Do you think you'll want other relationships before getting to
something permanent?  Are you going to want to experience others?"

   "I've asked myself that same question, Rick.  I compare what we have
now, with what could be possible in other relationships, and there's not
any comparison.  I've got what I want now.  I don't need anything or anyone
else."

   "Once we're exclusive, can you be faithful?"

   "I know I can.  Can I ask you some questions too?"

   "Of course."

   "Are you going to want other relationships?  Are you going to want to
experience...  pussy?"

   Wow.  She's been giving this some thought, too.  "I'm in love with you,
Aislin.  The total you.  Not 97 percent of you, but the whole person.  I'm
ready for something long term.  I've had pussy before, and I've had other
relationships.  But now I have you."

   "What about the faithfulness thing?"

   "I will be faithful to you."

   She smiled.

   "Aislin, take off your panties."

   She got a questioning look on her face, but did as I asked.  She sat
down again, and I pulled her dress up to expose her naked hips.  She was
aroused.  I knelt between her legs, grasped her left hand, and said,
"Aislin - I want to put a ring on this finger.  Will you marry me?"

   She gasped.  I saw her cock twitch, and I immediately took her in my
mouth.

   "Uhh!  Uhhh!  Uhhh!  Oh my God!  Oh my God!"

   After she finished spurting, I pulled back.  Tears started to fall from
her face.

   "You know me better than I thought you did.  Yes, I'll marry you!  Yes,
my love!"

   In her bed, she showed me how happy she was with my proposal.  We didn't
get much sleep that night.  I asked her not to tell anyone yet, and that we
would announce our engagement at the dinner where her parents would meet
mine.  That meant that she would not even tell her mother.  I don't suppose
that I could really have kept her from telling Glenda at some point, though
at least she could swear her to secrecy.  We needed time to find the rings
that she wanted, and one that I would like to wear.

   Friday evening we went to dinner and I stayed the night.  By morning I
was drained and rested.  She, too, was happily satisfied.

   The next day, we spent several hours looking at rings, and chose the
ones we would use.  None of them needed resizing, so I was able to pay for
them and take them with us.  I don't know how she kept from cumming when
she tried them on.

   In the car, I wanted to see if she had cum.  So I put my hand inside her
panties.  She gritted her teeth and immediately spurted several pulses in
my hand.  "Oh!  Uhh!  Ahh!  Oh God!"

   "Wow," I said, "you were on a hair trigger!"

   "Why did you do that?"

   "I only wanted to see if you had already cum in your panties.  You
really shot off when I touched you."

   "Oh my gosh, I was so hot!  I needed that release."

   "Well, I'm glad this turns you on.  I love it when you cum."

   She giggled.  "Let me see your hand."

   I showed her, and she giggled again.  Then she brought my hand to her
lips and licked up her mess.  Her tongue on my hand felt good.  My cock was
rock hard in my pants.  "Let's get you home, so I can take care of that,"
she said.

   I was on my back.  We were both naked.  She had one finger inside me,
teasing my prostate.  She slowly took me to the edge of ejaculation several
times, using her hand and her mouth.  It was probably a half hour, but it
felt like an eternity.  I begged her to let me cum.  She'd just giggle and
shake her head.

   Finally, she lay next to me on her tummy.  She teasingly nibbled on my
ear and whispered, "I'm all lubed up for you.  I want you to spread my buns
apart and fuck me silly!"

   As hot as I was, it's a wonder that her words alone didn't make me cum.
I entered her and slid in all the way.  I love the sounds she makes when I
thrust inside her.  And, the words she uses are probably designed to make
me spurt before I want to.

   My hands firmly grasped her hips as I gave her long, full thrusts.  I
was able to hold off for about twenty minutes, in spite of her teasing and
edging me.

   "Uhh!  Uhhh!  Oh, yes!  Fuck your little slut!  Fuck my brains out! 
Make my head spin!  Oh!  Ohh!  Ahhh!  I love your cock inside me!  Shoot
that nasty cum far up inside me!"

   I closed my eyes and saw stars as I spurted and spurted.  I stayed
inside her as we recovered, and then I slipped out.  After our showers, she
lay on top of me and we both slept.

   We decided that we would have a private ceremony in which I would place
the engagement ring on her finger before we met hers and my parents for
dinner.  We didn't spend Friday night together, and I went to her place in
midafternoon on Saturday.

   We both showered, and after we got dressed, I led Aislin to the living
room and had her sit down.  I had the engagement ring in my hand.  I got on
one knee before her.

   "Aislin, I want to be with you always.  Will you be my wife?"

   She sniffled, and a few tears rolled down her face.  She answered in a
quavering voice, "Yes, Rick, I would love to be your wife.  Words can't
express the depth of my love for you."

   I took her hand and slid the ring on her finger.  It was a powerful
moment.  I stood and pulled her up, and held her close.  More tears came.
Then I lightly kissed her lips.

   "Are you okay?" I asked.

   "I'm more than okay," she smiled.

   "You are so beautiful," I whispered.  "Let's get ready to meet our
parents."

   I wore a suit, and Aislin had donned an evening dress.  As we were
ushered to our reserved table, several males turned their heads to stare at
the vision beside me.  My parents then showed up.  They were surprised to
see me in a suit.  Aislin's parents arrived a few minutes later.  We made
introductions, and Aislin discreetly kept her hands out of view for the
time being.

   I ordered champagne, and while the waiter retrieved it, I said that this
was a special day, and that we have a lot to celebrate.  The waiter poured
the champagne, and then I said, "There's another reason we're celebrating."

   Aislin smiled and held her hand so that her ring could be seen.  There
was an excited chorus of "Oh my God!" from Miriam and my mom.  Yes, there
were tears from the ladies, and hearty words of congratulations from the
fathers.

   My dad said, "I'm happy for you, son.  You made a good choice.  I knew
it was just a matter of time after you brought her over to meet us."

   Miriam asked, "When did you start wearing the ring?"

   "A couple of hours ago.  We decided on a private ceremony, just the two
of us," Aislin replied with a sly smile.

   I thought back to the first time I ever saw Aislin.  She was withdrawn,
shy, vulnerable.  Now she was vivacious, much more confident, and strong. I
guess she was always strong, she just kept it hidden.

   After the dinner we went back to her bed and made love.  Later, after
Aislin talked with her mom and mine, we set a wedding date about four
months out.  We had a lot of decisions to make, including where, who the
guests would be, and the wedding party.

   Aislin wanted Glenda to be her matron of honor, and I was thinking of
James, a friend from work, as best man.  We had lunch with James, so he
could meet her.

   During the weeks until the wedding, Aislin and I saw a little less of
each other, so I took a renewed interest in bicycling, which I loved. 
Aislin got a crash course in cooking and meal preparation from both our
moms, which worked out well.  Neither of us were strangers to fixing our
own food, but meal planning for more than one person was something we each
could learn, and Aislin said I could learn from her experience.

   There was a lunch for Aislin given by her co-workers, and she wanted me
to be there so her work friends could meet me.  There we were, enjoying
ourselves, and one of the girls there, Carolyn, asked me who my previous
serious relationship was.  I said her name was Becky.  "I know her,"
Carolyn said.  "She doesn't have good things to say about you."

   Everyone got quiet.  Carolyn went on, "She said you hit her and that you
used to screw around on her."

   At first I was stunned.  Then I burst out laughing.  Everyone looked at
me questioningly, some of them with obvious disapproval.  Except Aislin. 
She was busily texting on her phone.

   "What's so funny?" Carolyn asked.

   When I could finally compose myself I said, "That sounds like her.  She
was the one with the temper.  She stepped out on me several times when we
agreed to be exclusive.  And, once she tried to hit me.  I blocked it, of
course.  That's when I broke up with her."

   Then I had a text on my phone.  It was from Aislin.  It said: sit tight
I think u'll enjoy this.

   The subject was dropped, for the moment.  The mood was more subdued than
before.  A few minutes later Miriam walked in.

   Aislin stood up.  "I'd like all of you to meet my mom.  Can you stay for
lunch?"

   Miriam said yes, and then Aislin asked Carolyn to tell Miriam what she
said earlier.  Miriam had the same response as me.  She broke up laughing.

   "And you believed her, Carolyn?  You believed a bitter control freak of
a slut?"

   Carolyn stammered, "Uh, well, I guess I wanted to check it out."

   Miriam smiled indulgently.  "I checked her out a few weeks ago.  My son
is a private investigator.  While I can't divulge details, let's just say
that Becky and the truth are an estranged couple."

   The mood lightened up after that.  Carolyn never mentioned to Aislin how
Miriam's information eventually affected her friendship with Becky.

   3.  The wedding night

   Most of the nights that I spent with Aislin were at her place, though we
decided that after the wedding she'd move in with me.  My apartment was
larger, and was more convenient for both of our workplaces.

   Our two set of parents got together and gave us a week long vacation
package at a honeymoon resort about a hundred miles away.

   About two weeks before the wedding, after a night of raucous lovemaking,
Aislin suggested that we abstain from further sex until the wedding night.
I got hard again, thinking of the implications.  We would both be in dire
need of release, and our arousal would be ramped up to an incredible level.

   "Are you sure you'll be okay with that?" I asked.  "Are you going to
have an orgasm when I slip the wedding ring on your finger in front of
everyone?"

   "Oh my gosh, I don't know!  I want to hold all my orgasms for when just
the two of us are together.  If I do cum then, my panties will be soaked.
If my knees start to buckle, hold me up, okay?"

   I said okay.  "The idea is really hot, though.  How about one more
before we abstain?"

   Another round of lovemaking, and we were, by agreement, abstaining until
the consummation.

   Besides the busy times that most couples experience before the wedding,
I increased my bicycling to stave off the stress and to be able to keep my
commitment to abstain.  Those days before the wedding became more or less a
blur.

   Aislin was gorgeous in her wedding dress.  It hugged her slender body,
and her veil added an element of mystery.  In front of everyone attending
the wedding, her voice was full of love and emotion as she repeated the
words given by the minister.

   "To have and to hold...  from this day forward...  forsaking all
others..."

   Then it was my turn to repeat the words.  I watched her closely as I
slipped the ring on her finger.  She did okay.  The other emotions must
have overshadowed her arousal.

   I lifted her veil as if I were unmasking something fragile.  I saw her
beautiful face, she was trying valiantly to hold back her tears.  Her lips
parted slightly to welcome mine.  A tender kiss, and Aislin was my bride.

   The reception was also a blur.  I chose not to drink any alcohol except
for the champagne toast.  A few hours later, and we were on our way.

   We checked in to our suite, and Aislin said she had some preparing to
do. I waited on the veranda, appreciating the silence.  About a half hour
later, she came to me.  She whispered sexily, "I am your bride.  It's time
for you to take me and make me yours alone.  I will surrender to you in all
ways that you want me."

   Oh gosh, the words she comes up with.  My boner was almost tearing a
hole in my pants.  I grasped her hand and led her into the suite.  Although
barefoot, she was still in her wedding dress.

   "Are you wearing your panties, my bride?"

   "No, sir, I have no need of them now."

   "It's customary for the groom to make his bride cum first on their
wedding night.  Stand as you are, and pull up your dress.  Show me your
wares."

   She smiled as she gathered her dress above her naked hips.  Her legs
were naked, too.  Oh my gosh, what a beautiful sight she was.

   I knelt before her, grasped her hips, and took her in my mouth.  She
groaned as I worked on her, and her breathing picked up.  I didn't want to
make her cum right away, but I didn't want to tease and torture her,
either. After a few moments I knew she was quickly building up to her
orgasm.  I felt her cock expand.

   "Oh my God!" she exclaimed in a throaty whisper.  "Uhh!  Uhh!  Uhhh!"

   I felt jets of her essence spurt in my mouth as she gave me a profuse
serving.  Because it was coming from her, my new bride, I reveled in the
taste.  I swallowed a couple of times.  Then she gave a big sigh.

   She smiled at me as I got up and undressed.

   "Are you ready for me?"

   "Yes sir, I'm all lubed up and ready.  Please, I can't wait."

   I loved the "sir" words from her.  I had to keep in mind that this was a
kind of role play only for that night, or possibly the honeymoon.

   "Keep your dress on for this one," I instructed.  I had her bend forward
at the edge of the bed, with her feet on the floor.  What a glorious sight
she was, bent over the edge of the bed with her wedding dress hiked up
above her bare bottom.

   "Spread your legs, honey," I encouraged.  She did, and I reached for the
lubricant and generously slathered some on my anxious cock.

   "I'm going to go inside you all the way without stopping, Aislin."

   After a pause, she quavered, "Yes, sir."

   I spread her buns apart, positioned my cock at her entrance, and in the
space of just a few seconds, plunged in all the way.  Oh my, it felt good!

   "UUUUUH!  Aaaahhh!"

   "Are you okay, Aislin?"

   "Yes, sir..."

   I went in and out slowly when I could, since I wanted to make the first
session of the wedding night memorable.  She wiggled.  She squirmed.  She
kicked her legs whenever I gave her a particularly hard thrust.  And her
groans and exclamations spurred me on and on.  I was surprised that I held
off as long as I did.  It must have been more than fifteen minutes before I
knew I could not hold back any longer.

   I surrendered to the feeling, and tightened my grasp on her hips.  I saw
flashes of light as my cum spurted deep inside her.  I waited until my
breathing had recovered before I withdrew.

   We crawled on top of the bed, and she lay next to me, smiling.  "Our
marriage has been consummated, my love," she said.  "I am yours, and you
are mine!"

   "That's a good feeling," I replied.  I positioned her on top of me, and
kissed her hard.  She responded in kind.  "Aislin - do you want to go
inside me?"

   "I'd love to.  Let me get this dress off."

   She was well lubricated, and thrust in and out for quite some time
before she exclaimed, "Oh my god!" and wiggled her hips as she shot her
spunk inside me.  Our connecting felt good.

   We showered together and had a dinner brought by room service. 
Afterward, out on the veranda, we slowly finished off a bottle of champagne
while appreciating the silence of the evening.  We didn't say much; words
were not necessary.  We were both trying to experience the present moment
as far as possible.

   Back in bed, I held her tight, and we slept.  During the night, she woke
me up in a particularly sensual way, and whispered, "I need you to fuck
me." That got my attention, and then she said, "But first, let me get you
ready."

   I was on my back, and she teased my prostate with gentle stimulation
without touching any other part of my body.  My cock throbbed with desire,
yet she kept teasing.  "Aislin!" I whispered.

   "Patience, my husband," she giggled.  "We have the rest of our lives to
experience pleasure."

   I tried desperately to keep my hands away from where she was working,
and barely succeeded.  After an agonizingly long time, when I thought my
aching balls were about to explode, she withdrew and giggled.  Then she lay
on her tummy and said, "I'm ready for you!"

   I lubricated her when she spread her firm buns for me.  Then I entered
her.  I slipped all the way inside as I let myself lie down on top of her.

   "Ughh!  Uhhnh!  Ughhh!" she moaned as I vigorously pumped inside her. 
It didn't take long to spurt everything I had inside her.

   I eventually withdrew and had her get on her back.

   "Mmmm, you fucked me good!  I love surrendering to your cock!"

   I kissed her lips, her breasts, and her front down to her pubic mound.
Then, vowing to tease her magic spot the same way she did mine, I slipped
my finger inside her and gently touched all around.  I could see why she
likes to do that with me.  I had a feeling of control over her responses,
and she had to cultivate the self control to resist stimulating herself. 
At the same time, it's immensely pleasurable to us both.

   I kept on lightly stimulating her magic spot as she wiggled and moaned.
I quickly brushed my lips on hers, licked under her ear, gave gentle kisses
on her nipples.  All the while stimulating her insides.

   "Oh, I can't take any more!" she gasped.  "Please, lover, let me cum!"

   I just smiled and shook my head.  For several more minutes, I kept up
her gradual ascent to pleasure.  When I sensed that it was time, I took her
in my mouth as I brusquely worked on her magic spot.  In almost no time,
she crested and began to pulse and spurt.  And spurt.  And spurt.

   Afterward she cried tears of relief and gratitude.  We held each other
tight and drifted off to sleep again.

   The rest of our honeymoon continued like that.  Giving each other
pleasure, taking walks, holding hands, sightseeing, and, most treasured of
all, the whispered words of lovers during the night.

   4.  Life after the wedding

   We were both busy when we got back after the honeymoon.  We moved her
things into my place.  I also talked her into taking up bicycling with me.
Eventually we took long rides on a trail next to the river.

   Once we both got back home hot and sweaty.  Aislin had undressed wanting
to take a shower.  I tackled her to the bed and kissed her hard.  Then I
licked her sensual breasts, her underarms, and midsection.  Then I got down
and took her toes in my mouth.  That was an intense turn-on for her.  I
licked the outsides of her legs, up to her hips.

   I took her in my mouth and teased her to a throbbing erect state, not
giving her enough stimulation to cum.  I waited until she desperately
pleaded for relief, and then let her release the salty flood of her cum
into my mouth.

   I got her on her hands and knees and prepared to enter her.  "Okay now,"
I said, "In we go!"

   "Uuuuhgh!"

   As I tightly held her hips I energetically thrust in and out.  It didn't
take long to give her a profuse serving, with her exclaiming, "Oh, yes! 
I'm your slut!  Fuck me hard!"

   Orgasms are a great way to dissipate tension of the workaday world, and
we took ample advantage of that.  Of course, being in love and committed to
each other just makes it sweeter.  Some of what we did was lust-crazed
stress relief, some of it was tender sex, and some was true lovemaking.

   It was my idea once to open a bottle of wine and each of us slowly sip
it during a lengthy session.  The first time of this, I had her get naked,
and I did as well.  Then while she gradually consumed her glass of wine, I
knelt before her and took her in my mouth.  I took an occasional sip of
wine, too, and then went back to work on her.  I gave her lengthy and
tender oral sex.  I didn't let her cum until she took the last sip of wine.
Then she unloaded a torrent of her salty cum into my mouth.  I found that a
dry red wine goes well with T-girl cum.

   A few days later she reciprocated, and I was the recipient of her loving
oral attention on my aroused and hard cock.  We do that once a week or so,
and sometimes to spice things up, we go a few days without orgasm
beforehand.  I'll tell you now, it's not easy to live and sleep with her
and not want to give and take sexual pleasure.  Not easy, but it is doable.

   5.  Later years

   Much has happened in subsequent years.  Aislin decided not to go through
with the final step.  We talked it over extensively, and she considered my
input.  As I told her before, I'm in love with 100% of her.

   We had one instance of an executive coming on to her and attempting to
build an emotional fence around her.  After we involved her brother, who
found out some other unsavory things about this guy, all three of us had a
little talk with him, in which he eagerly agreed to move to another state.

   Beginning about a year after the wedding I spent about four years
building up an investment portfolio and learning how to manage my own
stocks.  It got to the point that it became my full time job, and both of
us quit work.

   We are now in our fifties.  I look at her and see some grey streaks in
her long hair.  Her face is that of an older, though very beautiful, and
stylish, woman, and her eyes convey love every time I gaze into them.  I am
greying too, though we both have kept fit from bicycling and our other
activities.

   My parents and hers are gone, and Aislin's brother has retired.

   While there is not the wedding-night passion, we still have intense
bedroom sessions.  We are both creative and have brought some pleasurable
ideas into the bedroom.  Never involving anyone else, though.

   Have we had occasional temptations?  I'm sure everyone does, and that we
are no exception.  Before I proposed to her, though, we each pledged our
faithfulness to each other, in addition to forsaking all others in our
wedding vows.  We've kept our promises.

   I've been encouraging Aislin to write and publish her life story.  I'm
sure it would be an interesting read.  I have a vision of a photo of her on
our wedding day, as the cover photo.  She became a writer after quitting
work, and has had articles published in various magazines.

   In addition to my investing, and her writing, we raise dogs that have
been rescued from abusive situations.  It started years ago when a yellow
lab literally followed us home on one of our bike rides.  She had not been
microchipped, so we left her with a veterinarian for a few days to be
checked out.  We spent some time trying to find the owner, and after a
while, called her ours.

   So, although this written story must end, OUR story does not have an
ending.

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