Newly Weds
As we sat at the reserved table, I noticed that our food had already been prepared. She ordered the veggie platter for me, and juicy steak for herself. She must have really thought this through. I guess I wasn't all that impulsive after all. I thought to dump my ring in her champagne when she wasn't looking, but I wasn't exactly ready for a murder trial. After several minutes of us conversing, I realized that we had already eaten most of our food, and I saw her reach for the corkscrew. I decided there would be no perfect moment. It was now or never, and I wasn't going to ask her while intoxicated. I took out the ring I had bought her. It looked prettier at that moment than in the store, as if to tell me "Propose already." I looked her in the eyes, with more than $20,000 in my hand and a pure heart of love. Before I could even say a word, she looked terrified. "No. I can't. I'm sorry." She looked down at the table, and back at me. I felt my heart break into pieces as I put it back into my purse. "It's okay, I understand." "It's just that life is so fast, and—" She left a few twenty-dollar bills on the table and caught our waitress's attention as she motioned for me to follow her outside. I followed her to her car and she gave me a weird look. "Didn't you drive here?" I leaned in and kissed her passionately. I pushed her against the car and she held my body as tight as she could as she kissed me right back. I pulled away. "If you can kiss me like that, then what's your issue with my ring?" She looked me deep in my eyes and went into her car to get something out of the glove compartment. "I couldn't accept your ring in there, because I had one for you too." She got down on one knee and showed me a flawless diamond ring that shined brighter than her eyes on a sunny day. I felt a tear roll down my cheek and I grabbed her hand and pulled her close to me. We hugged for several minutes until she pulled back. "Get in the passenger's seat. We'll come to pick up your car in the morning. I remember laughing with Jordan on the thirty-minute drive home. Laughing at jokes, silly flashbacks and stories, and just being happy with her in the front seat of her car. We pulled into the driveway of her house and it looked so much larger than mine. I had never seen her place, or even knew what she did for a living. We walked inside of her home and she popped open the bottle of champagne on her marble kitchen counter as she scanned for wine glasses. We had a toast to our new journey in life, and love never tasted sweeter.
A few sips in, my first cup was finished, and Jordan was already on her second. I wondered how much fun two newly engaged drunks could have on a spacious counter. I guess she was thinking the same thing, because she walked over to me, and in between drunk protests of her love for me, she was kissing me, and running her cold hands over my thighs. She always gave me goosebumps. I put my cup down and wrapped my arms and legs around her strong body. She lifted me effortlessly onto the counter and peeled my dress off in the blink of an eye. There I was, vulnerable and half-naked in the same place she made her sandwiches. Something about it was so hot to me that for a moment I was possessed by the lustful passion I was craving and I whispered into her ear: "Give it to me right here, in this kitchen baby." It's a shame I was wearing white panties because I was anything but pure. I saw her walk over to the other side of the kitchen, and I stopped her with four words: "Leave the light on." She turned right back around and stripped my panties down to my ankles and looked at me. "Take those off." I let them wiggle off of my ankles and down to the floor as she watched, clearly turned on." I felt her open my legs and get right down to business. She never was the type to waste time. I was already so wet that if I didn't know any better, I'd think I came already. I had my feet up on the counter, practically on my toes trying to feel everything she was giving me. I felt one of her thick muscular fingers make its way into my entrance as I bit my lip in sheer pleasure. I felt that I was going to cum, so I slowly moved her finger, and her head and I stepped onto the floor. I took her by the hand and we navigated our way through the house, looking for any flat surface. Finally, I found what seemed to be the master bedroom and I sat her down on it. "Take your clothes off for me. I want to watch." I was standing before her, naked and in charge. It felt pretty good. She was naked before I knew it, and I climbed on top of her. She began caressing my body as we kissed passionately for several minutes. Her body was exactly what I imagined. She was so fit and healthy-looking; almost ripped if she cut back on Taco Tuesdays, Wednesdays Thursdays, and Fridays. I felt my hand wander down in between her thighs, and she was so wet for me. I kissed her neck and she began heavily breathing as I rubbed her most sensitive spots repetitively and slowly, while breathing into her ears in between soft kisses on her lips, face, shoulders, and neck. I pushed her down on the bed and positioned myself to be straddling her face while I licked her wet kitty. We pleasured each other endlessly in her private house with the bedroom door wide open and less than half of a champagne bottle on the dresser. I felt my body start to tingle. She had been teasing one spot continuously and it was finally starting to get to me. Her thighs began to shake and I had to force them open so she would stay still. Before I knew it, we were both having intense orgasms on her bed, and the last thing I remember before drifting off to sleep is her voice mumbling something to me: "I love you."
