Wait Until We Are Married (Chapter 1)

(I really liked w1dmg’s “Adam” series, and just felt it was too short and needed a little something more. So, with his permission, I’ve expanded and altered the story a bit, but all the characters and a few of his best lines are directly copied to try and preserve what I thought he did best. Hope you enjoy it.)


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“Megan…” I groaned as I ground my face into hers. Our desperate lips caressed each other’s as our passion built and built. I was on fire and I could tell she was the same. Her soft long dirty blonde hair fluttered at my cheeks as I kissed her fiercely.

“Oh Adam…” she whispered back as my hands caressed her smooth shoulders and back as I moved my lips to the nape of her long neck and gently bit into her soft flesh. I alternated little bites with little kisses and she gasped and sighed in ecstasy. One hand of mine now caressed her long and incredibly hot bare leg and slowly slid to the hem of her short skirt then inched up under it…

Further and further until finally my hand lightly brushed up against her damp panties. I couldn’t believe I was touching my first pussy ever! Then my happiness ended.

“Wait… Stop.”

The words weren’t said in that sexy way that meant keep going, but in that aggravatingly ‘You stepped over the line’ sort of way. She wasn’t mad, just firm. We separated and I let her sit back up on my dorm room bed and regain her normal composure even though we both knew we were both as horny as rabbits in Spring. I looked at my tall and beautiful goddess, only revealingly clad in her short skirt with knee socks, and a tight white tank top that allowed me to easily see her amble breasts held tight against her heaving chest by a lacy white bra. I knew she had dressed a little more provocatively when we ‘studied’ and it always turned me on more knowing she was doing it just for me. “You know I pledged to wait until I’m with the man I going to marry.” Her voice was so soft and musical I just couldn’t resist her. “And you made the same pledge to me.”

“Yea… I know,” I responded a little dejectedly. “It’s just,” I blushed but just felt I had to add, “You turn me on so much! Sometimes I just can’t help myself.” I was so embarrassed saying that, but she kissed my cheek and reopened her American Literature book we had been reading from.

Megan and I had decided, since we were both virgins, to wait to have sex until we ‘found the right person’. I hadn’t actually proposed to her yet, since we had only been dating six months, but I figured when we were done college it would be a foregone conclusion. Her mother had gotten pregnant with her at a very young age and she didn’t want to make that same mistake. I’d proposed oral sex and protection, but she said only abstinence is one hundred percent effective.

We had met at freshman college orientation and hit it right off. It was probably because we both were scared and lonely at being away from home for the first time. I’d never been able to date any of the girls at my high school since I’d been kind of a geek there, but here at college was a new start as they say, so I’d been bold and asked her out. It seemed so easy afterwards, and we have been dating ever since. So now we were finally getting really into some heavy petting, and I was so ready I was going to explode, but didn’t want to lose my first and only girlfriend, especially one as hot as this girl is, by being a pushy dick-headed jerk.

We finished the reading assignment homework we had originally come to my room to do and she bid me goodnight. Three minutes later I was jerking off some a porn mag and imagining Megan’s face on the women in it when there was a knock at the door. I scrambled to get my pants back on and got to the door without tripping too much.

Megan, the love of my life was back again, and I had vivid dirty thoughts racing through my mind at a mile a minute. She was giving me this sexy smile and biting her lip. Was she suddenly ready to change her mind? “I forgot to ask you Adam, will you drive me home for break next weekend?” I was crestfallen, and it must have showed because she explained, “It’s my little sister’s sixteenth birthday and I’d kind of promised her I’d bring you home to meet her and the family.”

How could I say no to her? No man could. I smiled and said, “Sure. No problem.” She giggled, kissed me quickly on the lips, and thanked me before rushing off. I locked the door and jerked off like mad in less than two minutes, not needing porn anymore; just the memory of her smile and the feel of her lips on mine was all it took.

So a week later we were driving the two hour trip to her house from the college. I myself lived only about an hour away from her and wished we had met sooner, but since we went to different schools it was not to be. I was clean shaven and wearing slacks and nice button up shirt, while she was in a long ankle length skirt and fluffy blouse that concealed her wonderful breasts, but still made her an angel to behold.

We talked about school, friends, and smiled as we both sang along to the radio, but it seemed like no time and we were at her home. She knocked on the door and were greeted by her father. He was a short balding man with a thick horseshoe of black hair around his scalp. ‘Wow,’ I thought, ‘Megan looks nothing like her father.’

“Daddy!” Megan cheered happily as she hug-tackled her father.

“Princess! Welcome home.” He released her and looked at me seriously, “And is this Adam?”

“Geez, Daddy. You don’t need to scare him off. He’s a nice guy.” Megan playfully punched him in the shoulder.

He smiled and held out his hand. I shook it and said, “Nice to meet you Mr. Reynolds.”

We chit-chatted as he welcomed us into the house. We got to the kitchen and I was introduced to Mrs. Reynolds who politely said, “Please, call me Alice.” She was beautiful too and had dusky blonde hair, just curled up and a bit shorter than Megan’s. She was still a bit shorter than her though and had to look up at her daughter. She looked quite a bit younger than and even shorter Mr. Reynolds, and barely looked old enough to have been Megan’s mother.

Then I remembered that she’d had Megan quite young. Suddenly all I could picture was Mr. Reynolds, somehow still old and balding, banging and impregnating a teenaged Alice in the backseat of his car. It took all my self-control I had not shiver and get turned on by this thought all at once. Luckily nobody was paying that much attention to me since both parents were animatedly asking Megan all sorts of questions about college.

Then everything went dark. There were two small feminine hands over my eyes, and a pair of soft breasts pushing into my back. “Guess who?” said a cute voice that sounded an awful lot like Megan’s.

“Abigail?” I said inquisitively since Megan had told me that was her younger sister’s name.

“You win!” Her hands were removed from my face and she then hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. When she let me go she then said in a more serious tone, “But only my mother calls me that, and only when she’s really mad.” I saw a near duplicate image of Megan beside me. The only difference was her hair was more a strawberry blonde.

“Abby! Happy birthday!” Megan had spotted her by the door with me and soon they disappeared to do girl-sister talking in her room.

“Ah… what a handful,” a pleasantly smiling Mr. Reynolds said after they had left me alone with their parents.