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The Night Arlene Gave In
by Sweet Irish (address withheld)

***

Arlene was a lovely girl with dark hair. At seventeen 
she had allowed no one to touch her. Then Ed, 21, finds 
her at a party and they start dating. On their second 
date, Arlene allows her body to belong to "Ed, my 
darling." They fall in love and this was in the 50's so 
they marry, but life as they wanted it was short. A 
story of love and lust for two young people. (M/F-teen, 
rom, 1st, oral)

***

Dark hair, almost black, and a mile on her face almost 
constantly, and very intelligent, and played the piano. 
At five-one, her 34-C breasts created one heck of an 
image to a guy of twenty-one, who loved women, and sex! 
I first met Arlene Bronson, when she was seventeen, at 
a birthday party I was attending for my cousin, Jim, 
who turned eighteen that day.

The party was in the backyard, and the cake, food and 
refreshments, and beer, had been set up on the screened 
in, back-porch. It was a summer day, and I kept seeing 
this dark-haired pretty thing walking around in shorts 
and a blouse she had tied in a knot under her ample 
cleavage. There was no doubt she was less than 
eighteen, but back in the mid-fifties, age wasn’t the 
issue like it is today, what with the feminist movement 
making sex at any age forbidden.

Sometimes I wonder what happened to children learning 
about sex from playing doctor and house. Hell, now 
children experimenting are charged with rape or assault 
when two 9-year-old kids of opposite or non opposite 
sex, reach into each other’s pants. So much for kids 
growing up, now it is organized sports that the parents 
get more fun from than their children.

The other thing I’ve found over the years, is how ugly 
the feminist movement women are. There can be no wonder 
they hate sex, they are so homely, guys don’t want 
them, so they take out the rejections they have 
received from early in life from boys, and later on 
men, by trying to stop sex.

I was on the porch fixing my second plate of 
hamburgers, macaroni salad and grabbing a beer, and 
when I brought my elbow back, it hit an object, which I 
knew had to be some girl’s boob. When my elbow made 
contact with the fairly firm boob, I heard a female 
voice cry out, "Oh." There was no doubt in my mind that 
I had elbowed her fairly hard, and as I turned around 
and begin saying, "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to . . ." 
Not finishing the sentence, as I was looking at the 
nice young thing I had been observing all afternoon.

"No, it wasn’t your fault, I was only reaching for a 
soda, in the tub next to where you were getting a beer, 
and I should have waited before reaching for it."

Now here was a girl telling me it was not my fault my 
elbow banged into her nice boob. "I still owe you an 
apology, and I should have been more careful, and I’m 
Ed, and you are?"

"You really didn’t need to apologize, I’m Arlene 
Bronson, and your Rick’s cousin, aren’t you?"

"Guess you know me, but I can’t remember meeting you, 
have I Miss Arlene?"

"I’m the girl that played with Rick, when he lived on 
Madison Street, but that was about five years ago, and 
he moved, but I still live on Madison."

"So, that’s who you are, gee you have certainly grown 
up a lot, since then, and do you still play the piano?"

"Yes, I’m still taking lessons from Mrs. Anderson, and 
she wants me to study music in college, but that is 
still another year away, as I will be a senior when 
school starts."

"Arlene, what say we take these plates and drinks 
outside and grab a table together, and visit?"

Smiling at me, Arlene about floored me, when she asked, 
"What about your girlfriend Nancy, won’t she get upset 
if she finds out you sat with me?"

For a moment I wondered how she knew about Nancy, but 
then I told her the truth, "Nancy and I busted up, and 
so that is no problem." I really wanted to ask Arlene 
how she knew about Nancy, but thought I’d best not at 
the moment.

For nearly an hour, Arlene and I sat speaking about 
different things. Around six o’clock, that afternoon, I 
decided it was time to leave the party, and Arlene 
walked up to me, and asked if I could give her a ride 
home? "Yes, but let me tell Jim and the others good 
by." 

I walked over to where Jim was, and told him happy 
birthday, once more. Jim and I spoke for a few minutes, 
and he told me, "You might just as well forget anything 
happening with Arlene, as at least a dozen guys at 
school, so far, got their face slapped, when just 
starting to move their hand on her breast." 

Smiling at me, Jim added, "I got slapped for touching 
her leg from behind, when she was bent over in getting 
to hit the mallet while we were playing croquet, and 
she had on a pair of white shorts."

While driving Arlene to her home, I asked if she would 
like to go out this evening?

"That would be nice, what time?"

I picked Arlene up at eight that evening, and we went 
to the drive-in movie. By the time it was dark enough 
for the movie to start, we had spoken about everything, 
and I asked her how she knew Nancy? "Linda, who lives 
across the street from your mother, told me."

"What and why did you ask Linda?"

"I wanted to know if you were dating anyone, and Linda 
said she knew you, and she said that you were dating a 
girl named Nancy."

Shortly after that the movie started, and about half 
way through the first film of the double movies, I 
reached over and took Arlene’s hand in mine. Before 
long I had pulled Arlene over on the seat, and was 
hugging her. During the last movie we had kissed a few 
times, but I sensed that I shouldn’t push things with 
Arlene, so I made no moves on her, or try to feel her 
up.

When if pulled up in front of her house, we sat and 
talked for a few minutes, and I made a date with her 
for the following Saturday night. I was working in 
Columbus during the week, and had my own small 
apartment. The following Saturday, I picked Arlene up 
around six in the afternoon, and we went to a local 
restaurant to eat. Over dinner, I got the feeling from 
the way Arlene was acting that I might be able to mess 
around a little.

It was nearly seven, by the time we finished eating, 
and we cruised around the small town where Arlene and 
my mother lived. With nothing else to do, and neither 
of us wanted to go to a movie, I drove out in the 
country to the farm, which my mother owned. There was a 
small lane that went into the back of the farm, and 
once I had turned around, and parked under a large 
tree, nearly in the center of the field.

"Want to walk around in the trees, and there is a small 
creek part way into the woods?"

"That would be nice," and I got of the car, and opened 
the car door for Arlene. In the 50's, you always held 
the door for your date, so when she steeped out of the 
car, her skirt slipped up her legs more than half way. 
The skin on her legs looked really smooth, and I 
wondered if she would let me run my hands over her legs 
and breast?

When we reached the creek, there were a couple large 
trees along the side of the stream. The one had a grape 
vine handing in it that I had swung on when we lived on 
the farm. I reached for the vine, moved back a little 
way, and swung out over the creek. When I got back to 
the creek bank, I swung out once more. "Want to try, 
Arlene?"

"I’ve never done anything this, I want fall in the 
creek will I, or the view won’t break, will it," Arlene 
asked me.

"No just run with the vine in your hands, and when you 
are about to leave the ground, kick your feet out so 
you will swing further out over the creek." Then I 
watched as Arlene grabbed the vine, and step back as 
far as she could, then run and swing out over the 
creek. After doing it a couple of times, Arlene stopped 
and I did it a couple more times. Arlene said she 
wanted to do it again, so I let her take off with the 
vine. When she would swing out of the water, her skit 
moved up and showed her legs almost to her panties.

"No." Arlene screamed out, and I watched as she lost 
her grip on the vine and landed ii the water of the 
creek. The water in the creek, was only about two feet 
deep, but Arlene had fallen in and went completely 
under the water. Walking back to the creek bank, in the 
water, Arlene reached where I was standing, and I 
helped her up the creek bank. Arlene was crying and 
laughing at the same time, and all I could do was to 
laugh at her having fallen in the water.

"You caused this, now what should I do, I’m completely 
soaked, and my mom will have a fit if she sees me all 
wet."

"Lets go back to the car, I have a blanket for you to 
wrap up in, while your clothes dry out."

When we arrived at the car, Arlene was laughing about 
being dumb enough to try swinging on a grape vine like 
Jane. I got the blanket out of the trunk, and told 
Arlene, "You need to take everything off, including 
your undies, and I will place then over the limbs and 
over the brush so they dry."

"Ed, I can’t take of my bra and panties, I would be 
nude."

"You will be wrapped up in the blanket, so don’t worry, 
and I will be at the front of the car while you 
undress, and allow then to dry."

I could see Arlene was concerned about removing her 
under garments, but after a moment she undid her 
blouse, took it off, then her skirt, and handed them to 
me. Wow, I thought, she didn’t even ask me to walk to 
the front of the car, as I had said I would do while 
she undressed. Then Arlene looked at me, and asked me 
to have the blanket ready when she removed her bra and 
panties. 

Turning so her back was toward me, I watched Arlene 
reach behind her and unsnap her bra. Then her hands 
reached down and her fingers hooked into the waist of 
her panties, and she eased her underwear down over her 
hips, and then she stepped out of them. While she bent 
over to remove her panties, I had a full profile view 
of her left breast. I could see her nipples were 
sticking out from her breast. Looking at her hips, I 
saw they looked round and the curve at the bottom 
allowed me a terrific view the area between her thighs.

Walking up behind Arlene, I held the blanket for her, 
and she took it in her hands and wrapped herself in the 
blanket. After she had it as she wanted, I took her 
clothes over and hung then over the branches and her 
underwear on some small brush.

"Me feel, like Indian princess, me squaw, white man, my 
father Indian Chief, and he scalp you if he finds me 
with you like this." Arlene started laughing at her own 
humor, and as we started back to the car, she reached 
out and took my left hand in her right hand. Now I was 
thinking how funny this situation had become, and I 
turned and kissed her cheek and told her, "I’m truly 
sorry you feel in the water."

"That’s okay, lets set down and look at the stars, and 
the moon is almost full."

We sat down on the ground, and I lay back so I could 
look straight up in the air at the stars. Shortly after 
that, Arlene laid down next to me, and we spoke of the 
various stars, and I was surprised that she knew so 
many of the constellations, and the bright stars that 
were planets, she told me. "Arlene, you know more about 
the sky than I do, have you studied them?"

"Yes, and I have a telescope and I watch them from our 
backyard, but with the lights of the town, they aren’t 
as bright as they are from here."

"Okay, what say we bring your telescope with us the 
next time, and we can see them through it, and you can 
tell me what we’re viewing."

"That would be great," and as she spoke, she turned 
onto her side and lay facing me. I kissed her, and she 
returned my kiss. When I moved my tongue to her lips, 
she at first didn’t open them so my mouth could enter 
her mouth and find her tongue. After a couple of 
minutes, Arlene opened her lips slightly, and my tongue 
tip only touched her own. For a couple of minutes we 
kissed like that, then we seemed to break the kiss 
together.

"I’ve never kissed like that before, Ed." When I turned 
over and took her face in my hands, I once more was 
kissing her, and my tongue moved out and after a short 
moment of resistence, Arlene opened her lips wide 
enough that I could explore her mouth with my tongue. 
When I felt her tongue, enter my mouth, return the 
caresses of our tongues as we kissed, I was surprised.

My hand sought out the place where Arlene had slipped 
the blanket inside its self, to hold it together, I 
found no resistance. Opening the blanket, my hand slid 
inside the covering, and it found her naked breast, and 
I could not believe how firm it was. I could feel the 
nipple and it was hard, and stuck up like a short 
stick.

"Should we be doing this, Ed, I’ve never done anything 
with a boy, so be..." Then I moved my hand and opened 
the blanket from covering her, and it was open to her 
waist.  I moved my lips down and commenced kissing and 
sucking her nipples, which now were both uncovered. 
While sucking her nipples, I moved my hand down under 
the blanket, and as I did, Arlene clasped her hands 
around my wrist.

"No, oh no, you shouldn’t touch me there," Arlene said 
as she understood I was attempting to feel her sex. I 
continued to push with my hand while with the other 
one, I was attempting to fully open the blanket. Even 
though she was still holding my wrist in her hand, I 
found she was allowing my searching fingers to explore 
down her stomach. Finally my fingers touched the upper 
part of her pubic hair.

"Ed, we shouldn’t, I’ve done anything like this, and 
Ed..." I had reached her clitoris as she was speaking, 
and when my finger moved over her clit, she cried out 
my name loudly. When my fingers had free access to her 
sex, I found it was open and full of her juices. I 
wondered if she had climaxed when she cried out, and 
now I was certain she had.

Searching in her sex with my fingers, I could not 
believe how wet Arlene was, and finally my probing 
caused her to release my wrist, and her hands and arms 
moved to hug me. Arlene’s lips moved in silent words, 
and I wondered if she was saying things in her mind, 
but could not let herself speak them out loud.

I reached down and unfastened my belt, unzipped my 
slacks, and pushed them and my underwear down my legs. 
Setting up, I completely undressed, and was now as nude 
as Arlene. Looking at Arlene as I lay back down, I saw 
her looking at me, and she knew what was about to 
happen. Her mouth opened, her lips moved, and for a 
moment, I heard nothing. Then as I lay between her 
thighs, she whispered, "Don’t get me pregnant, please 
Ed?"

By now, my erection was starting to press open the lips 
of her sex, and when the head slipped in, I worked it 
only in the edge of her sex. For several minutes, I did 
only that, and then I said to Arlene, "I’m going to go 
all the way, tell me when you’re ready."

Each stroke of my penis into her sex, I went deeper. 
Then I heard Arlene cry out, "Oh Ed, that hurt."

Pulling my penis all the way out, I then moved it into 
the wet sex, and when I heard Arlene cry out, I knew I 
was striking against her virginity. Then I pulled back 
just slightly, and then shoved into her body, and tore 
through her hymen. "ED, OH ED, THAT HURTS, TAKE IT OUT, 
I DON’T WANT TO GET PREGNANT." Then she started making 
sounds, and first thought was the sound of her crying. 
Then I knew she was allowing the feeling of being taken 
sexually for the first time in her life.

Arlene surprised me with her immediate pleasure of 
having sex. Her hips were soon moving up to meet me 
when I pushed back up into her sex. For another four or 
five minutes we both enjoyed the sex between us. Then I 
felt the need to ejaculate, and when I shoved up into 
her as deep as I could, I spewed cum deep up her 
vagina.

"Oh no, I don’t want to get pregnant." Then Arlene 
grabbed the man whose penis had just filled her sex 
with his semen, tightly in her arms, and sobbed out, 
"Ed, oh Ed, my darling."

My knowing I had been able to bring Arlene off her 
first time to have intercourse, gave me a rush. Her 
calling me, darling was kind of a shock, as this only 
our second date.

When I moved from between her legs, and lay beside her, 
Arlene started crying. I knew she was crying at having 
lost her virginity, and took her in my arms. For 
several minutes we spoke of what we had done, and she 
was afraid of becoming pregnant.

We watched the stars for about another hour, then once 
more started feeling each other. Arlene reached down on 
her own, and caught my erection in her hand. I knew she 
was wanting to see what a man’s penis felt like.

"Ed, it feels so smooth in my hand, I like holding 
your... your thing. Do you promise I won’t get 
pregnant, you put your stuff up inside me," then Arlene 
could not hold back her tears as she wondered if she 
might become pregnant? In the past, she had always 
stopped any boy who attempted to feel her up, now on 
the second date with Ed, she had sex with him.

Taking her in my arms, I spoke to her in a soft voice 
and told her how nice it felt for her to hold my penis 
in her hand. Finally, Arlene accepted my comments, but 
still I thought about Arlene calling me "darling," but 
couldn’t bring me to accept what her response might be, 
if I asked what she meant in calling me such a name of 
endearment

I moved at once more between Arlene’s legs, and to my 
surprise, she opened then wide.  When I entered her 
body, Arlene cried out, "Ed, my darling." There could 
be no doubt Arlene was in love with me, and I wondered 
what I should do with her wanting a personal 
relationship, and one that included a personal 
relationship just between us. Then my mind forgot 
everything but what I was feeling as I moved my penis 
back and forth in Arlene’s tight sex. My hands were 
moving over her body, to each inch of it I could reach, 
and I loved holding her firm breast in my hands.

After sometime, I was ready to ejaculate once more, and 
I pulled her right leg up into the crook of my left 
elbow, and listened as she made grunting noises. I felt 
her trying to raise her body up to meet mine. Then, 
shot my cum into Arlene, and by now, had both her legs 
up on my shoulders, and she cried out, "Ed, your 
hurting me, but take me however you want, oh my 
darling."

After ejaculating, I moved over on my back, and having 
gone hard, I was breathing deep and labored. Arlene lay 
over on my body, and I felt her beautiful breast 
pressing against my chest. Her hands were holding onto 
me, and I knew that the feeling between us, was truly 
romantic for Arlene, but at this point in our 
relationship, I only felt a sexual need.

To my surprise, I felt Arlene move over me and straddle 
my body. I could feel my semen easing out of her vagina 
and dripping onto my penis and testicles. She was 
laying with her head below my head, on my chest, and 
she was humming a tune, and then her pubic area was 
grinding on my growing penis. I knew she was 
masturbating, and I would love to have asked her what 
her fantasy was about, but I never did.

When she climaxed, Arlene spoke so softly, it was 
almost impossible to hear what she was saying, but I 
listened as she repeated several times, "Ed darling."

Around eleven-thirty night, Arlene’s clothes were not 
completely dry, but were only lightly damp. Arlene 
asked if she could use my blanket to wipe between her 
legs, and I told her yes. I saw the blood on both of 
us, and knew she had been a true virgin. When we got to 
Arlene’s house, I walked her to the door, and she stood 
on her tiptoes, and hugged me and offered me her lips. 
I kissed her, and listened as she asked, "Can we go out 
again, next Friday and Saturday nights, and Ed, I know 
I like you more than you do me, but that is okay."

The following week, I thought of all that had happened 
between us, and on Wednesday, I sent her a silly card, 
that had some slight romantic sentiment on it. There 
was one thing about Arlene that I knew, she was a girl 
who was true to her man, if he wanted her. For the time 
being I did, but was afraid of where things could lead. 
The one thing I thought about the total week, was how 
easy she found it to have undressed after falling in 
the water.

My mental image of Arlene was how white and smooth her 
skin was. Her legs were perfectly shaped, and smooth as 
ice, and when I held them when we made love, my penis 
became erect. Damn, Arlene had gotten to me, at lest 
sexual, I realized. The knowledge that I was the first 
person to view her nude, then enjoy capturing her 
virginity. I felt the love she put forth in letting me 
enter her body, allowing me to know, I’d have a hard 
time finding someone else so endearing to me. Yet I 
wasn’t ready for a lifetime relationship, and beside 
Arlene was still in school.

The following Friday, I left work at five o’clock, 
drove to my apartment, took a quick shower dressed and 
packed a couple extras things, and headed for my 
hometown about 90 minutes away there. After stopping at 
my mother’s, spending another hour with her, I headed 
up to where Arlene worked. The smile I received as I 
walked to the counter where she worked, let me know she 
was happy to see me. Immediately I was thanked for the 
card, and she told me she had good news for us. She 
would be getting off work at eight, and I knew she had 
told her coworkers something about the two of us, of 
what I was afraid to hazard a guess.

I had parked outside the store where she worked, and 
when I saw her walking toward my car, I got out and 
opened the door for her. The ballerina, length dress, 
Arlene was wearing, reached nearly to her ankles, but 
that was the style. Yet, when she entered my car, I saw 
she had pulled the skirt high enough to allow me to 
view her legs just past her knees. 

Cute, I though, she is teasing me, and letting me know 
that she took the loss of her virginity to me, was 
something she deemed truly personal and evidently 
forever. A lovely girl, and she understand her beauty, 
and how it affected me, as I had spoken of it after we 
had sex the second time, last weekend.

Once we were in the car, and I drove up the street, I 
asked, "Arlene, where would you like to go tonight?"

"Let’s stop and get my telescope, and I will change 
clothes, then maybe we can stop up at the truck stop 
and pick up some sandwiches and sodas to take with us."

While waiting on Arlene to come back down stairs, I 
visited with her parents and brother. After fifteen 
minutes or so, Arlene came down the stairs carrying a 
fairly large case, and I knew from the shape, it 
contained her telescope inside. After leaving her 
house, and we were driving to the new truck stop for 
sandwiches, Arlene scooted over on the seat to sit next 
to me. When she rested her hand on my thigh, I was 
surprised, but it was a nice surprise.

After picking up four cheese burgers, and two colas, we 
took off for the back side of the farm. One we reached 
the farm, I took out the two new blankets that I had 
purchased to replace the one we used last week, as I 
couldn’t bring myself to wash the bloody item. 

I spread one of the blankets for us to set on, and then 
we enjoyed the burgers and sodas. We sat crossed legged 
across from each other, and I liked the skirt Arlene 
was wearing, as it was not too long, and I could view 
the insides of her thighs. Being in a good mood by this 
time, I smiled and told Arlene, "With just a little 
luck, and your skirt moved an inch or so higher, I 
could see your panties."

Pitching a fry at me, laughing at my silly, but ornery 
comment, Arlene reached down and lightly pulled her 
skit up. It didn’t reveal her panties, and I knew she 
was aware of how much skin she was allowing me to view. 
Yet it broke the ice, and I found her action not only 
humored me, but she wanted me to view her body. "Ed, I 
told you when you came into the store I had good news 
for you, so you will know, I started and finished my 
period this week."

One thing was certain, Arlene had real fear she would 
get pregnant when we had sex last week. Yet her cycle 
wasn’t in effect, so something told me she didn’t 
understand when she was prime to become pregnant - that 
need to be clarified. While I was spreading the 
blanket, Arlene unpacked her telescope, and in a few 
minutes we were studying the heavens. Arlene told me 
she would be back in a minute, and she walked to the 
back of my car. I assumed, incorrectly, that she needed 
to urinate.

When she walked back up to where I was looking through 
the telescope, she stood in front of the lens, and when 
I looked up, she was standing before me in a baby doll 
pajama outfit, except she wasn’t wearing the bottoms. 
The top of the pajamas only came an inch below her sex, 
and standing in the moonlight, in the white top, with 
lace trim, she looked stunning.

This was the girl who I had been told was very 
conservative, and somehow, I knew, I had been lucky 
enough to win her virginity on our second date. Now 
Arlene was dancing in the moonlight, like a fairy from 
a star. Whatever was going through her mind, at the 
moment, I could care less. I stood up, undressed, then 
reached for her. Arlene came into my arms and pressed 
her body to me, then I tilted her head back and kissed 
her.

When we broke the kiss to move down onto the blanket, I 
folded my clothes to make a pillow for Arlene. We were 
kissing, and I slid her top up to expose her breast, 
then moved my mouth down and enjoyed sucking on her 
tender and hard nipples. My hands were feeling between 
her legs, and I loved the hair growing along her sex. 
It was fairly soft, and when I moved my fingers from 
her pubic hair, and I was exploring her sex. My fingers 
found her slightly damp, but in a few minutes of my 
probing inside her vagina with my fingers, she was soon 
creamy inside.

Then she spoke for the first time since we begin to 
explore each other. "Ed, I liked it, you know, what we 
did last week, and tonight I know I can’t become 
pregnant, so make love to me."

I moved between her legs, and my erection found its own 
path into her body. Stroking deep and using slow 
strokes, I soon had her building toward a climax. Then 
I started working my penis so only the head was going 
in and out of her sex, and I teased her until Arlene 
asked me, "Oh Ed, do it like you were before."

"What do you want me to do, tell me?"

"Oh like last week, and what you were doing before you 
started teasing me."

Now her body was moving under me, and her hips were 
rising up for deep penetration, and I continued asking 
her to tell me what she wanted. Finally I told her, 
"Arlene, if you want me to fuck you all the way, tell 
me." "Tell me, tell me you want me to fuck you - say 
fuck, say it."

Still, she wasn’t able to say the word. "Tell me what 
you want, and I will put it all the way in you, while I 
continued to tease her by on moving the head in and out 
of her sex."

Then she was so in need of having me deep in her body, 
Arlene cried out, "Fuck me, fuck me, oh yes, fuck me 
like that, oh Ed, my darling." From asking to be 
fucked, too simply saying, "um Ed, um Ed," over and 
over until she climaxed, and once more I heard her call 
me darling, and Arlene, uttered, "Um Ed, my darling, oh 
my darling Ed."

I shot off shortly afterwards, and the only time Arlene 
ever acted as she did, went I cum in her, she spread 
her legs wide, as wide as they could spread - spread 
out from her body, and flat on the ground. I don’t 
remember any other girl doing the same, nor did Arlene 
ever spread her legs in such a position, other than 
that once. I have lain on the floor, to see if I could 
determine how she held her legs open that time. 

While laying flat on my back, I spread my legs several 
feet apart, as if I was measuring from one foot to the 
other foot, as if my legs were in a wide "V" shape. 
Somehow Arlene had spread her legs as if her hips were 
out of joint, and her torso was the bottom of a "T" 
shape, and her legs were the Top of the "T." When I 
moved off her body, after ejaculating, I noticed how 
her legs were spread, and they were laying flat on the 
ground.

Looking at her sex, I saw it had remained open for a 
moment, large amounts of cum dripped from her sex. 
Slowly I observed her legs closing, like two doors 
closing, and when her legs stopped moving, they were 
pressed tightly together against each other, from her 
hips to her ankles. Looking in her face, and with only 
from the light in the sky, I could see her eyes were 
shut, and her mouth was open as she breathed. 

Her hands had closed over her stomach, and one was 
being held by the other. It seemed so strange to view 
her body as if she was offering herself to some deity, 
and perhaps she was, because when I asked a few minutes 
later what she had experienced she became upset with 
me, and told me, "Certain things are personal," and her 
voice was caustic.

I knew Arlene was upset that I had intruded in her 
fantasy, or some sort of dreamlike imagery, at the time 
she was still in her trance like state. I believe 
Arlene had participated in something with no reality to 
it, or in her imagination, an event of pure surrealism, 
perhaps bizarre, and surprising to her. Arlene always 
looked at me funny when I would question her about how 
she had opened her legs, and how they had closed, and 
she had lain in an almost rigid state after her climax 
that night.

We finally got up and once more we were looking at the 
stars, and I again was amazed when she would focus on a 
star or cluster of stars, and point out what they were, 
and name them. After about an hour, we lay back down on 
the blankets, and lay next to each other holding hands. 
When Arlene saw a shooting star, she pointed it out to 
me, and she said that viewing a shooting star was good 
luck.

My mouth sought hers, and we were once more having sex, 
and I loved feeling the smoothness of her thighs, and 
the whiteness of her skin tone. Once more she climaxed, 
and this time we went off together. I remained over 
her, and tried to stay or will myself to remain erect, 
but it didn’t happen, and as my penis was shrinking, 
and being pushed out by the gripping of Arlene’s 
vaginal muscles, she told me, "I can feel you getting 
smaller, and it feels good when it slips out slow like 
it is doing."

After a few minutes, Arlene got up and I watched as she 
adjusted the telescope, and said, "Look at the bright 
object I have focused on, and that is Saturn." While I 
was looking at the planet, Arlene moved behind me, and 
pressed her pubic area against my hips, and leaned over 
me, with her breast on my back. 

Once more I knew she was telling me she loved me, but 
not saying the word love, but reaching her arms around 
me, reached with her right hand and took my penis in 
it. "Ed, my darling, I like holding you like this, with 
you bent over and my body against you." There could be 
no doubt that this lovely and charming 17-year-old was 
in love with me, and I wasn’t certain what I should do 
about the matter.

Arlene moved from me, and asked, "What time is it?"

Looking at my watch, I told her it was nearly eleven, 
and asked what time she was suppose to be home? Arlene 
told me that her parents liked her to be home between 
midnight and 12:30. Then she said we should look at the 
moon through the telescope, and for five minutes we 
discussed the various craters on the surface of the 
moon. 

I jokingly asked Arlene if she could move the lens so I 
could look at the backside of the moon, she knew I was 
making a joke, but acing seriously, told me to look 
really hard and she would try. Her humor was returned 
when she moved around in front of the telescope, and 
stood with her hips in front of the lens, and when I 
looked to see what was blocking my view, I saw her 
"moons" and she was bending over slightly.

We both laughed at her actions, and I had to admit she 
nailed me, when she asked if I liked her moons?

We packed the placed the telescope back in the case, 
and after we were finished, Arlene stood in front of me 
and removed her baby doll pajama top. I loved the view 
of her nudity in the night light, and I pulled her into 
my arms and started kissing her. Moving down, until we 
were laying on the blankets, I continued kissing her 
lips. After we were laying down, I moved my lips until 
I was capturing her nipples. Then I was kissing her 
stomach, and moved my face down until I was kissing the 
hair on her mons. Arlene knew what I was about to do, 
and somehow I firmly believe she did not want oral sex, 
and perhaps felt it wasn’t right.

Using my hands, I pushed her legs apart until I could 
place my mouth over her sex. Then I begin to lick her 
sex, and after a minute or so, I felt her body 
reacting, and as I was lightly stroking her lower 
stomach and the area just above her mons, I felt her 
stomach quiver. Then the words that told me she was 
building to a climax came from deep in her body, "Ed, 
my darling, OH, ED, MY DARLING, MY DARLINGGGGG!"

Arlene’s hands had caught my head and pulled my face 
tightly against her sex as she felt the strong orgasm 
pass from her body. I have always found that women will 
always pull my face tight to their sex if they are 
getting off, but when faking their orgasm, they don’t. 
With Arlene, I knew she went off hard, as I thought my 
kips would be bruised from the pressure she used in 
pressing my mouth to her pelvic bones. Had it not been 
for her fatty mons, and puffy labia, I’m certain they 
would have been bruised.

Not giving her time to recover from her strong release, 
I moved up over her body, and placing my penis at the 
entrance of her sex, I got the head started in and 
rammed into her as deep and hard as I could with my 
initial stroke. Arlene cried out, "MY GAWD, ED, 
EASYYYY, GO EASY, OH ED, MY DARLINGGGG, IT IS... IS SO 
DEEP AND HARRRRDDDDD!"

This time when we had sex I rode her hard and as deep 
as I could, and I pulled her legs up until they were 
resting on my shoulders. Pressing her body up from the 
blanket I had Arlene bent so only her shoulders and 
head were on the blanket. Arlene didn’t complain, other 
than to tell me over and over how deep and hard I was 
in her. When I felt Arlene, cross her legs behind my 
head, I knew she was enjoying being taken as I was 
riding her body. 

"Oh Ed, my darling, you are so deep, oh it hurts, but 
don’t ever stop loving me, yes, FUCK ME, MY DARLING, 
FUCK ME, OH EDDDDDD!" I knew Arlene just had and 
orgasm, and still I rode her, and twice more she cried 
out her climaxes, and when I ejaculated in her sex, she 
cried out, "CUM IN ME! OH ED! MY DARLING! CUM IN 
MEEEE!"

After I had shot off, I was exhausted from the 
tremendous sex I had just experienced, and I lay on my 
back breathing hard. I thought to myself, damn, that 
was the seventh time I had made love to Arlene, and she 
took me as hard as I could, and she got off three times 
in one fuck, damn, she likes it!

Arlene rolled over and was laying on me, and she kissed 
my lips, and with sincerity in her voice told me, "Ed, 
my darling, you are one hard lover, and I can’t believe 
I could take you like that, you’re a hard fuck, aren’t 
you?" The latter part of her comment, I knew was not 
something Arlene wouldn’t have said, if she wasn’t 
aware of the difference, of my taking her deep and 
hard, and if I was doing it hard to hurt her.

"Do you like me being a hard fuck, Arlene?"

"Oh, yes Ed, but I feel like you have pounded me until 
I’m black and blue inside."

I had to know, so I asked, "Arlene, why do you call me, 
Ed, my darling, when you speak to me?"

"Does it both you?"

"I’m not certain, but you place such an endearment on 
the words, Arlene, and you constantly say them, and not 
just during sex." Thinking for a moment, I then asked, 
"Arlene, do you use that term when, you speak of me to 
others?"

"I don’t really know, but Ed, I think of you as my 
darling, do you want me to stop, if I can?"

"No, yes, will no, but it is sweet of you."

Then I kissed her lightly on her lips, and then I 
kissed her throat, and I felt her body actually shake, 
and I kissed the soft skin once more in the center of 
her throat, and again her body shook. When I kissed the 
same area once more, Arlene whispered, "Ed, make love 
to me, slow, gentle love, please, Ed, my darling."

I could feel my placid penis start to become erect as 
she spoke, and in just moments, I was in her gripping 
sex, and we made love for at least ten minutes, and I 
moved slow and easy. While I was in her body, I thought 
how tightly Arlene’s vagina was around me, and I 
thought she is the only girl I had ever been with that 
was that tight. When I felt her body quiver and then 
shaking from the passion she was experiencing, and when 
she climaxed the only sound Arlene made, was her breath 
hissing from her mouth as she climaxed. I went easy, 
but it seemed like I ejaculated more semen than the 
four previous times that night.

We lay looking up at the stars, and I knew that Arlene 
was becoming a part of me. Looking at my watch, I saw 
it was a quarter after midnight, and told Arlene we 
needed to dress quickly, and told her the time. Driving 
back to town, I asked her if she could go with me 
tomorrow around noon, and we could go to Columbus, and 
spend the day, and be in my apartment for some time?

The next day was perfect and we spent the day together, 
and I took her to eat, and we enjoyed each other’s 
company. Around four in the afternoon, we ended up at 
my apartment, and we undressed and lay in my bed for 
over an hour, just speaking about nothing particularly. 
Then we made love twice, got up, took a bath together. 
I loved watching her breast in the full tub of water, 
as they seemed to float. 

We dressed, and Arlene had brought a change of clothes 
with her, and the summer dress was perfect for her. Her 
body was highlighted by the way the dress fit over and 
under her breast, and seemed molded to her. The skirt 
length of the dress ended just above her knees. The 
dress bellowed out so the calves of her legs were 
illustrated and showed they were perfectly formed.

Arlene, was perfection in my eyes, as we were leaving 
my apartment, I looked at her, and with a soft voice 
told her, "You’re truly beautiful, Arlene, my darling."

A stunned look came to her face, then Arlene understood 
that she was hearing my love for her. Her arms hugged 
my waist, and she moved so tightly against me, I almost 
lost my balance. Then I looked in her eyes, and 
whispered, "Oh, Arlene, my darling, I love you."

The next two hours we enjoyed having dinner in a 
terrific restaurant in downtown Columbus, at Broad and 
High Streets. Then we returned to my apartment, and I 
undressed Arlene, and when we were on my bed, she 
explored my body, as much as I did hers. Once more I 
made oral love to her, and Arlene sobbed out her 
orgasm. When I was ready to move between her legs and 
enter her sex with my penis, I was amazed when she 
pulled her legs back and open, in a wide "V." 

I looked between her legs, saw her sex open, telling me 
she was ready for me to enter her body. While we made 
love, I was surprised to find Arlene held her legs in 
the wide "V" throughout our love making. Her legs were 
held perfectly straight up in the air, and I don’t 
believe they ever bent at the knees the five or so 
minutes we had enjoyed the joining of our bodies.

After we were finished, I moved down until I could view 
her body, and ask she roll over, when she did, I 
studied her back, hips and the backs of her legs. I had 
heard guys talk bout rimming their girlfriends and 
wives, and decided to do it to Arlene. My lips kissed 
all over her shoulders, the center and sides of her 
back, down over her right hip, and then I kissed my way 
down her leg, and back up the other leg, and ending my 
exploration by kissing her left hip.

I nuzzled my lips over the small of her back, and once 
more was kissing her hips. Could I rim her? I wanted to 
try the act of rimming her anus, wondered what Arlene 
might think? Then I decided to see if what I had heard 
was true? Soon I was pressing her hips open with my 
hands. There was her small pink anus, and I remembered 
hearing the guys call it "rosebud" and then I moved my 
face forward, and my lips touched her anus.

Arlene let out an audible gasp, at the contact of my 
lips to her anus. When I moved the tip of my tongue 
out, and touched it to her "rosebud" Arlene’s hips 
moved up to my face. I commenced licking her anus with 
my tongue. Arlene was suddenly moving her hips up and 
down, as if she was meeting my strokes when we had sex. 
My tongue tip could feel her anus as it seemed to be 
opening and closing. I pressed my tongue against 
Arlene’s puckered ring as tight as I could, trying to 
enter her anus in the process. 

The act wasn’t as repulsive as I had expected, and 
assuredly, wasn’t as abhorrent as my one friend thought 
about the idea. I soon found it a high I hadn’t 
expected, and Arlene soon had her hips thrashing about 
as I licked and probed her sphincter. Then Arlene was 
crying, and telling me how much she loved me, and then 
her body entered into a stiffened position. As I had my 
arms on the back of her thighs, and my face between her 
hips, I felt Arlene become rigid, and her crying became 
a sharp shrilling utterance.

Could she have gone off, I wondered, and after a 
minute, at least, her body relaxed, and she asked me to 
let her turn over? Moving up along her body, I rested 
on my arm, and looked into her face. Her tears were 
running down her face, yet she was smiling. "Ed. My 
darling, Ed, I climaxed and it was the most intense 
feeling, and I cannot believe you could lick me like 
you just did." I kissed the tears on her eyes and face, 
and we soon were laying together, and Arlene asked me 
to make love to her, show me how much you can love me.

After we made love, we showered quickly, knowing it was 
going to be nearly one in the morning by the time I got 
her home. But the next day, Sunday, Arlene told me her 
parents did not wake when she got home. We went for a 
drive on Sunday afternoon, and ended up at a state 
park, and hiked through the trees and valleys of rock 
cliffs of black hand sandstone, and enjoyed the 
coolness of the park. Leaving the park, we drove to the 
farm, and we made love on the back seat of my car.

The following weekend I drove to my hometown, and 
picked up Arlene as I arrived there, then dove to my 
mother’s, and three of us had dinner together. After 
taking my mother home, I drove out to the farm, and we 
enjoyed each other twice.

Saturday, Arlene had to work until 7:00 P.M.. When she 
got off work, we went to the drive-in movie, and after 
the show, we drove to the farm and had sex once as it 
was becoming late. When I took her home, I sensed 
something was bothering Arlene, and I asked her if 
something is wrong?

"No, but Ed, when you come next week, and if my parents 
say it’s all right with them, can we spend the weekend 
at your apartment, from Friday night until Sunday 
evening?"

"Your parents will kill me, if you ask them to spend 
the weekend at my place."

"No, I’ve already asked mom, and she asked me only one 
question?"

"I’m afraid to ask what that question was, but I 
believe I know, she wanted to know if we were having 
sex, right?"

"Yes, but she said not to worry, and she would speak to 
my father for me, and she will let me know this week." 
Then Arlene asked, "Can I call you and let you know her 
answer?"

"Yes, and I hope she says yes."

On Thursday evening, shortly after I got home after 
work, I received a call from Arlene, and she said that 
her mother had finally convinced her father, she should 
be allowed to spend the weekend with me. Arlene was 
happy and I could hear excitement in her voice, 
experiencing such a liberal approval from her father 
and mother. "Ed, my darling, do you know what that 
means?"

"Yes, after fucking all night in my own bed, I can 
sleep late in the morning," I said, and laughing at my 
comment.

"EDWARD, you are terrible, but that is one thing I 
hadn’t thought of," and even Arlene was laughing.

"Okay, then, what does our spending the weekend mean, 
educate me, my Darling."

"Ed, my darling, I will be able to cook for you, and 
treat you like my husband." "That is what it means, but 
I can also show you how much I love you without someone 
interrupting us or worrying about my getting up and go 
home." And as she spoke, I found the idea terrific. 
"Arlene, you right, but what about my comments, doesn’t 
it seem great we can sleep together, and wake up 
together, like SEX?"

After a couple more minutes, I told Arlene I would come 
directly after work to pick her up on Friday, at her 
place around six-thirty.

I drove to the nearby shopping mall, and found a 
jewelry store, and picked out a diamond ring, and 
wondered what if Arlene won’t accept an engagement ring 
from me? Then I found a flower shop, and purchased a 
dozen red roses, and took them home, placed them on the 
small dinning table in my kitchen.

Friday evening, I stopped at Arlene’s, and to say I was 
nervous was an understatement, as I wondered what her 
parents would say to me about their daughter having sex 
with me, and now she was going to spend the weekend 
with me. When I entered the Bronson’s home, I was 
greeted warmly, and her father was overly kind in his 
greetings.  As we were leaving, Mrs. Bronson, walked up 
to Arlene, gave her a hug and kissed her goodbye. 

Then Mrs. Bronson, stepped to me, and hugging me, 
whispered, "Be kind to my little daughter, she loves 
you." "Looking in her eyes, I saw a tear start, then 
one from the other eye."

Arlene and I arrived in Columbus, around eight in the 
evening, and as we started to walk into my apartment, 
Arlene stopped and asked, "Ed, aren’t you going to 
carry me over the threshold?" I picked Arlene up and 
carried her into my apartment, not setting her down 
until we were in the kitchen.

"Roses, did you get those for me," Arlene asked. Then I 
placed her on a chair at the table, and she took the 
card from the roses. As she read the card, I placed the 
box with the ring in it, in front of her. Arlene knew 
what it was, and she turned and looked at me. Arlene 
opened the lid on the box, she looked at the diamond 
ring, and smiling said, "Are you asking me to marry 
you?"

"Yes, do you want it, and I understand we have only 
been together for a couple of weeks, but you have made 
me love you." Then I asked, "Arlene, my darling, will 
you be my wife?"

I watched as tears flowed down Arlene’s face, and she 
stood up and hugged me, and titled her face up for me 
to kiss her lips. "I accept your proposal, and the ring 
is wonderful." "I want to be your wife." Then she 
looked at me and asked, "Do we wait until I finish 
school this coming year, or can we ask my parents if I 
can marry you immediately?"

Hearing the questions and thing’s Arlene had to speak 
about for the next half hour, caused me to think of my 
thoughts when I purchased the ring for Arlene. One 
thing that constantly passed through my mind, after 
purchasing the ring, was this an act of teenage love? 

I still remember how things were so different in the 
fifties, before Vietnam of the 50 and 60's, and kids 
"went steady" and didn’t simply "hook up" for a one 
night of sex, and the guy went after the girl in my 
day, now girls drive up and ask the guy if they want to 
get laid? Yes, I still remember thinking how we met a 
girl, and if we liked them, in a few weeks they would 
be wearing your class ring.

"I want to cook for you, and then washes the dishes 
with you, and we can listen to music on your record 
player, and I know from last week, you have some great 
45's."

"Arlene, there is no way I’m going to let you cook 
tonight, the night I proposed to you, and you accepted, 
and there two reasons why."

"What reasons could you have?"

"First, I want to take you out with my ring on your 
finger, and second, there isn’t anything really to cook 
in my refrigerator, except hotdogs and bologna." Then I 
told Arlene she should wear something sporty, as we 
would go to the Green Gables Drive In, and we can eat 
inside, but you’ll enjoy the restaurant.

We moved to the bedroom, and Arlene unpacked her 
clothes, and I chuckled as I watched he put five or six 
pairs of panties in the top drawer of the dresser I had 
taken my clothes out of, so she would have a place for 
hers. "Ed, if you don’t care, I’ll leave some of my 
things in this drawer when I leave on Sunday."

"That’s okay, I’d like that, and I promise not to wear 
your panties, as they are too small," I said in a joke, 
and then laughed at my own humor.

Arlene looked at me, and at first I thought she was 
going to respond in a serious way as she paused before 
replying. "I hope you don’t wear them, as the waist and 
leg holes will get stretched, as well as the front of 
my undies will have a bulge in them."

After Arlene had unpacked and put her things away, she 
hung up a couple of dresses, and a nightgown, and said 
she wanted to leave them in "OUR" closet. Then she 
walked over to the bed and undressed. Then she obtained 
two hangers from the closet, and slipped her blouse and 
skirt on separate hangers, and placed them in the 
closet. Picking up the top she had left lay on the bed. 
She slipped it over her head. Then picked up the white 
shorts that showed off her legs and hips, that I had 
grown to love seeing her wear.

Green Gables was a restaurant and drive in that I ate 
in several times during the week, and I had gotten to 
know most of the regulars my age, and even some who 
were older that ate there. When we got to the 
restaurant, we went inside, and took a table to set at. 
Over dinner, I listened to Arlene as she spoke about 
being engaged to me, and how wonderful she felt. "Ed, I 
have to go to the doctor this coming Tuesday, and have 
some tests done, as I haven’t been feeling right, but 
don’t worry, I’m not going to die, not after you just 
bought me this ring."

After we ate dinner, we drove around the streets for a 
short while, and then went to my apartment. Within 
moments, undressed in front of each other, and I 
reached out and turned Arlene around and unfastened her 
bra, then lay it on the dress, and kneeling down I 
pulled her panties down her legs.

"We’re going to make love in our own home tonight, it 
is now our house, and I love knowing that, Ed, my 
darling."

It was ten o’clock as we lay down on the bed, and 
Arlene moved and lay complete on me, letting her legs 
part and lay along my legs. I could feel the softness 
of her pubic hair as it pressed against my growing 
erection, and for what must have been fifteen minutes, 
we lay in that manner. Then I moved Arlene onto her 
back, and we made slow love, for at least ten minutes, 
and when we were done, fell sleep. It was midnight, 
when I felt Arlene holding onto my penis, and it was 
erect, and she was kissing it, and trying to put her 
mouth over it.

"Oh honey, that feels good," I said to Arlene, as she 
was starting to move her mouth up and down on my erect 
penis. I knew she was unsure what and how to do oral 
sex, but Arlene was moving her lips down over the crown 
on the head of my penis, then pulling them back up, and 
this was causing me to build up to ejaculate. This was 
something Arlene had refused to do for me in the past 
couple of weeks, now I awake in bed with her, and she 
is doing oral sex. "Arlene, I’m going to go off, if you 
keep up doing it, and I’m about too cum."

Instead of stopping, Arlene was now stroking and moving 
her mouth up and down over the head of my penis, and it 
seemed she was trying very hard to make me cum. I did! 
When my cum shot out of my penis, it sprayed a thick 
wad of cum into her mouth. I heard Arlene chock, but 
she did not remove her mouth, and kept my penis in the 
mouth until I had finished cumming and shooting off 
three times.

I simply lay on my back, and watched as Arlene sat up 
straight next to me, and I knew she still had some, it 
not all my cum in her mouth. "Arlene, swallow it if you 
want, or spit it out on the sheet, I won’t be upset." 
Arlene, nodded her head, and I watched as she slowly 
swallowed my cum, and finally she took the corner of 
the sheet and wiped her mouth and lips.

"Did you enjoy that, Ed, did I make you happy?"

"Happy doesn’t describe how wonderful that felt, and I 
love you for swallowing my cream, Arlene, I love you, 
my little lovely wife."

Looking at me as she sat up over me, Arlene, smiled and 
told me, "You have no idea how I thought I would throw 
up while doing that." "When I was swallowing your 
cream, I nearly chocked and wanted to spit it out, but 
I wanted to drink your cream."

Laying back down next to me, and laying so one of he 
legs were over me, and her head and arm was resting on 
my chest, we spoke for moment, then fell asleep. We 
both woke around nine in the morning, and we were still 
laying as when we fell asleep. I was erect, and within 
moments we were making love to each other. The joy of 
waking up in our bed, and being able to have sex, and 
with no one to see us, was truly wonderful for both of 
us.

We got out of bed, and Arlene and I took a bath 
together, then she walked into the kitchen, and I heard 
her say, "How can I cook you breakfast, you don’t even 
have any eggs or bread for toast." Then Arlene walked 
into the bedroom, carrying her roses, and told me, 
"Okay Mr. Ed, lets go eat out, but then we are going 
shopping for some groceries."

That day we ended up at the state museum at Ohio State, 
but we had gone to the grocery store before that. For 
dinner that night, Arlene cooked some pork chops, and 
fixed small red potatoes with green beans, and she had 
bought pudding and had made a chocolate pie, and also 
baked a pineapple upside down cake.

Around seven I said we should go downtown to Lowe’s 
Theater and see a movie. Arlene loved undressing and 
then dressing in front of me. Arlene, had no concern in 
my viewing her nudity, and I asked her, "What do you 
think when I look at you and you have nothing on?"

"Ed, my darling, you have been up inside my body, so 
why would the fact you’re seeing the outside bother 
me?"

After the movie, I drove out the Beverly Drive In, and 
we sat in the car, and enjoyed a burger and soda. Then 
we returned to what Arlene kept referring to as our 
home, which was my small apartment. I undressed almost 
immediately, while Arlene puttered around in the 
kitchen, and I was hoping she would come into the 
bedroom and undress so we could make love. I was about 
half hard when she entered the bedroom, and was 
carrying each of us a cup of coffee and a piece of the 
cake she had baked.

The cake was delicious, and I told Arlene such, and 
even asked if I could have another piece?

Arlene let her humor come out again, and she asked me, 
"Piece of cake or me?"

"Both, you nasty little girl, and I’m not sure which 
one I want first."

"You’ll get the cake first, as I hope you don’t believe 
I slaved over that hot stove all day to bake you a 
cake, and you want sex first, you’re an ingrate, Mr., 
Ed, my darling!"

That night we made love twice before falling asleep. 
When I awoke the next morning, Arlene was already up, 
and I could smell the bacon cooking that we had 
purchased yesterday. Rising from the bed, I first 
stopped in the bathroom, then walked naked into the 
kitchen. Arlene had gotten out of bed, dressed, and 
wearing an apron.

"Good morning, my darling husband, and how is Mr. Ed, 
so late in the day." Arlene asked me jokingly, as she 
had just placed the bacon, scrambled eggs, and two 
slices of toast on my plate and sat it down on the 
table. Then she moved to me, and hugged me and we 
kissed good morning.

"You’re a surprise, you are Mrs. Ed, what with having 
breakfast ready for us, I might let you come back every 
weekend."

Sunday ended much too soon for us, but once more we 
made love, then drove Arlene home, and when we got 
there, she grabbed her mom and took her into their 
dinning room. When they returned, Arlene walked over to 
her dad, hugged him as he sat in his chair, and showed 
him her ring. Arlene’s father looked at her, hugged 
her, then told his daughter to get off his lap, as he 
needed to shake hands with his son-in-law.

For about an hour, Arlene’s parents discussed if and 
when we should be married, and her mother said that she 
didn’t mind if we married quickly as Arlene said she 
wanted to do so next month, and her eighteenth 
birthday, but asked that she stay in school and live at 
home during the week and finish school. Finally, that 
was the determined what we would do, and next week we 
would need to meet at the court house and get our 
marriage license, and have a blood test done first. I 
said I would come down on Thursday morning if I could 
get off work, and take care of getting those two things 
accomplished.

Thursday morning I got to Arlene’s house, and we all 
went to the doctor’s office, then to the court house, 
and filled out the papers to get a marriage license, 
but it would be a week before the blood tests were 
back. After leaving the court house, we all went out 
for lunch, and I picked my mother up and she went with 
us. When I told her that Arlene and I were going to be 
married, she looked at us, and smiling, stated, "Guess 
that will be the best thing you have done, and I thing 
Arlene is a wonderful girl." My mother knew the family 
and mom and I had spoken about my dating Arlene, and 
she was glad we were seeing each other.

Arlene told me about her doctor’s visit, and she would 
need to have more tests done, but it would be another 
month before they could be completed.

Two weeks later Arlene and I were married, and several 
people I’m certain believed that Arlene was pregnant, 
but she wasn’t. In fact, after she had the additional 
test completed, it was determined she was suffering 
from leukemia. When the doctor explained that the 
disease was in her bone narrow, and the malignant 
disease causes the overabundance, of white cells to 
grow and suppressed the production of normal blood 
cells.

Arlene and I were stunned, and the doctor said that it 
was in an early stage of development, and he gave 
Arlene some prescriptions to have filled. I and Arlene 
both knew that the disease was something that one 
didn’t survive. We left the doctor’s office and I took 
her to her parents, and only her mother was home, as 
her father was at work. When we informed her mother of 
the problem, she cried, as did Arlene and me.  We drove 
to my mother’s and told her. After leaving my mother’s 
I drove to the high school, and we went to see the 
principal. We discussed the problem with him, and asked 
if there was some way Arlene could study at home, and 
bring her work to the school, and still graduate.

A week later, the school had agreed to our request, and 
on the following Saturday, we moved Arlene’s things, 
from her parents, to our apartment. I had accumulated 
two weeks vacation time, so I took the time off, and we 
drove out West and saw the Grand Canyon. One thing we 
enjoyed, was passing over the Mississippi River in St. 
Louis. 

We were short of money, but we still had three days 
left when we returned to Columbus, and we drove onto 
Niagra Falls, as it was the honeymoon capital in the 
Eastern United States. During our two-day stay at the 
falls, we walked hand in hand through the flower 
gardens on the Canadian side at night. We loved getting 
wet as we rode the boats up to the falls.

We loved being together, and I hated leaving her in the 
mornings. For almost two years, we enjoyed each other’s 
love. Until it was no longer possible to share our love 
together physically, we made love several times a week, 
and almost daily. Even during those days when Arlen was 
in her cycle, we did not mind the small problem her 
menus made. We were in love.

One day I received a call at work, and I knew what it 
was going to be. "Ed, my darling, can you come home, I 
believe it is time for me to go to the hospital, and...

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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