Wait Until We Are Married (Chapter 4)

(Based on w1dmg’s “Adam” series, with permission from the author.)

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“Well I’m not doing any better,” I told Megan. “Ich sprecha Deutsch, NOT.”

Megan and I had just started our Sophomore year of college. We had dated a little more than a year now and thought it would be a great idea to take a class together. For the life of me I don’t remember how we decided on taking a German Language class, but here we were, over our heads. It made no sense to me and it was all so maddening. We weren’t doing so well and I was worried it was pulling us apart rather than getting us closer together.

“I’m getting a tutor,” Megan finally said in frustration. “Either join me or you’re on your own.”

“Well thanks,” I replied. “I like you too.” But I was stubborn and told her I didn’t want a tutor. I wanted to show Megan that we could whip this without any extra help. Two weeks after she’d been seeing a tutor Megan was improving. I wasn’t. So one night during the week I decided to break in on Megan’s tutoring session and knocked on her dorm room door.

Megan opened it. “Well hi Adam, come on in.”

As I entered, there sitting at her desk was Judy, the tall long-haired junior from the wild night party from a couple of months back this summer. Judy lived on a different floor of our dorm. I greeted her, “Hey Judy.”

“Adam, how’s it going?” she asked.

“Fine, thanks. Megan, I thought you had a tutoring session tonight,” I stated as a question, looking at Megan.

“I do,” Megan answered. “Judy’s my tutor. She’s been studying German since early high school and took this class last year.”

I just stared at Judy. I guess I hadn’t thought of her as smart, just kind of pretty for a bean-pole. She suddenly jumped up a few bars in my girl-ranking. It’s not only about looks you know.

“You should let me help you Adam,” she offered. “Megan has already improved her grades quite a bit.”

“Really Adam, she’s good,” Megan added, “and she makes it fun.”

To be honest, I was a little afraid to have Judy help me. Now that I knew she was smart along with decent looks, I found myself slightly attracted to her. Feeling like that while Megan was right there with us worried me. I had made a few slip-ups in the past with other females, cheating on Megan who was supposed to be my girlfriend and already having lost my virginity pledge we had shared, even if she didn’t know it. But I wasn’t going to let it happen again now that school had started again, and I’d been vigilant and careful to be true to her. Megan said no sex until marriage and at least from this point on I was going to abide by that. As far as Megan was concerned, and everyone else, well everyone except those few mistakes, we were still virgins. I wanted to keep it that way so I refused firmly and returned to my room.

The next evening I was studying in my room when someone knocked on my door. I opened it right away thinking it was Megan, but there stood Judy. She was very tall, with shoulder length straight brown hair, blue eyes, thin and athletic, and asked, “Hello Adam. May I please come into your room.”

“Er, uh,” I said confused as to why she was here, I was about to say no, but she gently pushed me back to let herself through the door into my tiny dorm room.

“I’m here to give you your first German lesson,” she stated closing the door behind her.

“But I said I wasn’t going to do it, take tutoring lessons from you,” I argued. “Your Megan’s tutor, not mine.”

“I can do both of you,” she said, and then laughed, “separately or in a threesome.” I nervously laughed too.

“Well… since you’re here I guess…,” my voice trailing off.

“That’s the spirit!,” she cheered and sat at my desk and she opened her book and I sat on the edge of my bed next to her.

We went through the basics, most of which I already had down. But I have to say, she made it hard to concentrate on learning German. With her sitting right in front of me I had plenty of time to get a really good look at her. Her hair was smooth and silky as it brushed her shoulders. It made her look a quite sexy. She had tiny little freckles across her nose and cheeks, and her eyes were the blue of the ocean off a Caribbean port. I imagined her with braces as a kid because her teeth were perfect and pearly white.

I needed a break from German lessons so asked her, “Are you and Steve still dating?”

“Steve?” she asked, curling up her brow. “We were never an item.”

“But you two left together from our party last summer,” I pointed out. “I thought you two hooked up for sure.”

“We may have ‘hooked up’ as you say but I was at least a little drunk and that was just a one night thing,” Judy explained. “He’s definitely not my type, far too boring.”

“So, what is type?” I boldly asked.

“Hmmm, are you available?” she asked back, placing her hand on my knee.

I blushed from her comment, and felt the rush of heat through my body from her touch. “I…I’m…with Megan. You know that…”

“Yeah, how’s that going for you?” she teased. Moving her hand up my leg a bit she continued, “I understand you’re going to be in a bit of a dry spell until you get married.” I was sitting on the edge of the bed and she moved her chair so that it was facing me directly.