The thing is, he just couldn’t stay mad at her. Despite her romantic foot-dragging, he still wanted to be with her, still wanted to hear her voice, and when they were apart he was always thinking about her. “Hey, maybe I really AM in love,” he thought.
Deanna, for her part, spent every waking moment since the movie beating herself up. Why had she blown him off again? It wasn’t as if David had tried to get in her pants; nor did he just grab her and plant a smackeroo on her puss; he had asked, in as gentlemanly and romantic a fashion as any girl could ever dream of. And she had in effect told him to go pound sand, even as she had retreated to her room and rubbed herself to multiple orgasms. What was she so afraid of?
When David asked her to spend the day with him the following Saturday before he went home for Christmas break, she was so relieved that she hadn’t driven him away for good that she vowed to take their relationship to that next step.
When they returned to David’s place, he invited her in, and she accepted. As soon as the door closed, Deanna threw her arms around David’s neck, looked up into his eyes, and said softly, “Thank you for a wonderful three months. Would you mind if I kissed you?”
And their lips came together, and then parted to accommodate their questing tongues, and the osculation session was on.
But they both retained the necessary self-control, even though David’s erection had grown to painful proportions and Deanna was stifling moans in the back of her throat.
That held them for the next two weeks. Then David returned and made an “I could have had a V-8” head-slapping discovery: he had been so engrossed in his first serious relationship that he hadn’t bothered to go through on-campus interviewing, and now he didn’t have a job lined up for after graduation. How was he going to stay here with Deanna?
After that two-week anxiety attack, he lost himself in Deanna again. In every respect that he knew, it was like living a dream. Valentine’s Day was a particular highlight.
He had shopped painstakingly over Christmas break for the perfect Valentine’s gift, and he believed he had found it: a small, tear-shaped rose-gold locket with his and her pictures secreted inside. After taking her to a romantic dinner at the most expensive place in town, they returned to his place where he bestowed his gift upon her.
Deanna was so blown away by the locket and David’s loving thoughtfulness that her passion momentarily overwhelmed her. She sat on his lap and smothered him with kisses, then gently pushed him back on the couch and climbed on top of him. His arms went around her and their lips came together.
Yet somehow they refrained from passing second base. Perhaps it was his hands descending to her buttocks that served as the reminder; she pushed herself up to a straddling position, took his hands in hers, and kissed them, palms and front. He realized that she was putting on the brakes, but the way she did so was so kind and loving that it didn’t matter. Indeed, it made him love and respect her even more.
The next month was spring break, and he took her home with him to meet his parents. On the way, she snuggled up against him, and eventually fell asleep with her head in his lap. Finding that intolerably disconcerting, he gently awakened her and asked the first question that came into his mind.
“How do you feel about…oral sex? Hypothetically, I mean” he added hastily.
“I must still be asleep,” Deanna muttered, “I could swear I just heard you ask me about oral sex.”
“Never mind,” David backpedaled, wondering parenthetically if he could hypnotize her into sucking off (the car’s) gearshift. “Pity Penn & Teller aren’t here,” he thought with a chuckle.
By May, he had graduated, and there didn’t seem to be any reason not to pop the question, beyond his dismal job prospects. Which is a good indication of where David’s mind was. Goodness, he didn’t even have a ring for her, so when he invited her over for a candlelit dinner, seated her on the couch, and got down on bended knee, he whipped out his own high school class ring, which even if it had been appropriate would have fit her like socks on a rooster.
Characteristically, she didn’t give him an answer then and there, but he knew her well enough to be confident of what it was going to be. And within a week, she had said yes.
She really was the girl of his dreams, and she really was going to be his wife.
Everything was falling into place perfectly. Even his job prospects couldn’t withstand the tide of his good fortune, and he got hired to keep the books at a home furnishings store owned by a couple that attended the same church. They set their wedding date for the second of the following January. Nothing could stop them now.
Except unemployment. The home furnishings store laid him off two months later. Increasingly desperate efforts to find something else in the area failed. With a month to go until the big day, he’d run out of money and run out of options. He would have to move back home – two hundred miles away from his beloved.
David was crushed. It had been years since he had wept, but he completely broke down when he broke the news to Deanna, who quietly commiserated his sorrow and loss with her own sobs.
But in her heart of hearts, she had to admit that she was relieved. As much as she loved David, she had wanted to push back the wedding at least until she had finished her classwork, and preferably her internship as well. Getting married was a whole other world, and she had been anxious as to whether she could handle all that change and finish up her degree at the same time.
But neither did she want to be indefinitely separated from David, either. He was a part of her life, and she knew it would be difficult to have that ripped away from her.
And so they just held each other, swaying back and forth, on that cold, dismal day that was, both figuratively and literally, the darkest they had known.
But unless you’re dead, life always does go on. And so while Deanna continued with her schoolwork, David settled in at his parents’ house, job-hunted, and otherwise just…existed. Which, in practice, meant laying around the house in his sweats, watching lots and lots and lots of bad TV, eating like a band of rampaging Vikings, and bathing when the occasional fancy struck him, or every two weeks, whichever came first.
Every other weekend was what he came to live for, because that was when he hopped in his dented 1973 Plymouth Duster and rocketed down to visit Deanna. Which only served to sear his longing for her into his heart, and remind him that it was infernally difficult to cram two weeks into two days.
These visits would run the full gamut, from stormy arguments over minutia to intense reconciliations that invariably smacked up against their self-imposed barrier. And much of the fuel behind this sturm und drang was simply that they couldn’t plan for their future because they frankly didn’t know if there would be one.
This was David’s greatest fear. As the months went by, and the job prospects with it, and nothing turned up, he began to wonder whether he’d have anything by the time Deanna was done with her internship. Once she was out into her career, he feared that she might give up on him as a lost cause/loser, and leave him behind. And the reason he thought that a real possibility is because if she did so, he really wouldn’t be able to blame her. Alternatively, the prospect of being a househusband wasn’t something that he thought he could live with, even if it meant that they could be together.
Such was the state of affairs that David and Deanna found themselves in on this warm fourth of July night, when his hand found her tit, and she slammed on the brakes yet again.
It was enough to drive just about any guy stark fucking crazy.
And quite a few gals as well.
It was on this night that Deanna popped her own cherry with the aforementioned under-ripe banana. She had no idea where she had gotten the won’t-power to pull up on David’s reins tonight. She had been so wet she had completely soaked through her panties. Her nipples had been so painfully erect that if David’s fingers had reached them, he’d have known beyond all doubt how much she wanted him, wanted his mouth and tongue to suck on them, wanted his turgid cock buried deep inside her, and he wouldn’t have been able to stop – and she wouldn’t have wanted him to.
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