The couch creaked under us as we flopped down, heavy with the hearty, healthy dinner we had worked together to create.
“What’s your pleasure?” Augustus inquired, holding up a selection of DVDs for me to peruse.
I made my selection at random, though I could tell from his expression that I was in for quite the experience.
Horrifying didn’t even begin to cover it and that was in the most fundamental way. The majority of ‘horror’ movies seemed to strike at the most superficial of fears, generally in a way that could never really happen, the shock being visceral rather than emotional.
What was unfolding before me was the antimatter to that. It was a simple but engaging story, presented in a raw, documentary style, with a truly shocking ending that literally left me hyperventilating.
Sweetheart that he was, Augustus held me close and stroked my back, waiting for me to calm down.
“Fuck,” I whispered, my mind still spinning.
It wasn’t much. Just a little kiss. A peck really, on my cheek. Still, it was enough. A trainload of desire rattled through me all at once. To my embarrassment, I basically pounced on him, kissing him hard, while trotting him.
I felt him grow hard and I was no longer embarrassed. He was rubbing on my pussy through our clothes, getting me wet.
“Sorry,” I said, breaking away.
“What for?”
“This.”
“Trust me, it’s okay.”
“I feel like I’m teasing you?”
“How so?” Augustus asked, lifting me up as he got into a sitting position, setting me down gently beside him.
I had to think about that one for a minute. Not in the least because I wasn’t really eager to say that I really wanted him to fuck me. I really did want him to but I also wanted to stay pure for my husband—which I hoped would be him.
It was really only then that the idea of sexual ‘purity’ started to sound ridiculous. It was a cock, not cocaine. Though, from what I understood, both could become really addictive.
“I can’t,” is all I could manage to mutter.
“Are you talking about sex?”
“Yeah.”
“I figured that. I mean, you’re a virgin, right?, and your particular type of religion isn’t happy about the idea of premarital sex.”
“That’s putting it mildly,” I said, unable to keep from smiling.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”
“I want to!” I blurted, my cheeks immediately warming.
“I get it, we’ll just have to wait. It’s fine,” he said, gently squeezing my hand.
“My bum is okay.”
The words were out of my mouth before I knew what I was saying. Even though I meant every word.
It was a way for us to be intimate while still preserving the virginity the church seemed to be so obsessed with, while not being too specific about it, the general assumption being that it meant vaginal virginity because that was the only one it was possible to detect. I really loved Augustus and wanted to make him feel good anyway I could.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I want you to do it to me in my ass,” I said, my voice only slightly wavering on the last word.
“Take off your clothes then,” he instructed me.
My sports bra came off first, freeing my tits, the nipples already really hard. Then my shorts hit the floor, gathered around my ankles. I stepped out of them, which left me naked.
Standing in front of me, Augustus cupped my face in his muscular hands and kissed me. Both desire and calm rushed through me like a raging river. Taking me by the hand, he led me into the bathroom.
I’d expected him to put me in the shower and quickly scrub me down. Instead, it was a leisurely soak in the tub, every muscle in me relaxing as Augustus washed each inch of my skin, Paying particular attention to my pussy and asshole. I really hadn’t understood how good ass play could feel when done right.
Pulling the plug, the Augustus guided me up and out of the quickly empty tub and into the warmth of a nice big towel. Holding me for a moment, so I could warm up again, Augustus dried me off, again taking the greatest amount of care, thoroughly drying every inch of me.
“Which room?” he asked.
“Yours,” I said.
Swooping me up into his arms and grasping me with a passionate kiss, my beautiful lover carried me bride style across the threshold of his bedroom, laying me out on the bed. Starting at my neck, he gave me a full body massage, making me feel like I was floating on a cloud of pure bliss.
His skilled hands rubbed my pelvis in a way that actually made my lower muscles slack. I was relaxed as it was possible to be. Both of my tight virgin holes were open and ready for him, even though he could only have one of them right now.
Leaving a hand on my belly to maintain contact, Augustus undressed one-handed, allowing me to see all of him at once. I couldn’t keep my jaw from dropping.