Married in the 4th grade

Chapter 1

****Mature Content****

Your name is Mimi Hansen, and you just hooked up for the first time ever with a complete stranger. To top it off, he missed the trash can when he tossed out the condom, and you can see its busted open. Terror fills you.

Mimi: Why didn't he tell me? He had to know if was broke. Maybe that's why he ran out so fast.

Dejected, you sit on the edge of the tub, thinking about what led you here.

You got ready for your friend's bachelorette party in a nearby club. After a few hours of toasting the bride-to-be, you feel more than a little tipsy. Going to the bar you asked for a water to try to clear your head.

Horny Guy: Come on, gorgeous, why stop the party? Let me buy you another drink.

You're not so far gone to detest the smell of beer on his breath as he pushes in closer and whispers something vulgar in your ear. Turning slightly, you bat your eyelashes at him as you bring your knee up solidly into his groin.

Mimi: Not if you were the last man on Earth, jerk.

You hiss in his face. He tries to grab your hand as you move to walk away when an arm comes around your waist.

Mystery Man: Darling, is this man bothering you?

Playing along with the handsome mystery man.

Mimi: Yes, sweetheart, he seems to think I'm someone who like vulgar jerks, whispering disgusting things into my ear.

Your rescuer looks at the jerk in question pointedly eyeing his hand still wrapped around your wrist.

Mystery Man: I suggest you let my wife go before she breaks your arm. She's a fifth degree black belt in both Judo and Karate.

For a moment you're truly shocked, wondering how this man with his arm around you could possibly know that information, but the thought leaves as he leans in menacingly to your jerk captor.

Mystery Man: Let her go now, or I'll break more than your arm.

He growls and your arm is freed while the jerk beats a hasty retreat.

Mimi: Thanks for the help, I'm Meme Hansen.

Mystery Man: Darling, I know who you are. We are married after all.

He whispers in your ear before leading you out of the club into his waiting car. He gives your address to his driver and settles in with you on his lap on the back seat. Taking you by surprise he kisses you, gently at first and then becomes more demanding. His tongue pushes in your lips and finds yours, then he moves to you neck and his hand finds your dress slit, and begins moving up your thigh. Even though he's not holding you in place you remain firm on his lap because you can't move. This is your first kiss ever in 28 years of life. You have no way to resist the kiss let alone deal with the feeling his caresses are invoking. His hands and mouth are making clear thinking impossible. Everything seems to fade, the car stops and he hands your clutch purse to the driver, who goes and opens your front door, never once breaking the kiss.

Carrying you bridal style from the car, he continues kissing you as he goes through the front door and kicks it shut behind him. Wordlessly, he finds your bedroom and sets you down just long enough to remove your dress, bra and now drenched panties. Surprisingly, he leaves your high heels on as he picks you up and lays you gently on the bed. While he continues to explore your body, you notice that somehow his clothes have also come off. Naked beside you, his mouth leaves yours and finds its way to one of your nipples, teasing it to a peak and one of his hands finds your core – wet and ready for his length.