Message-ID: <40916asstr$1045494603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20030217110736.24783.qmail@web21310.mail.yahoo.com> From: Ashley Creek X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 17 Feb 2003 03:07:36 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} Chaisey Long: Rings, 1963 {Will "Crash" Reuther} (mf f-1st rom hs) Date: Mon, 17 Feb 2003 10:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, newsman Chaisey Long: Rings, 1963 (mf f-1st rom hs) by Will "Crash" Reuther --------------------------------- Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Shopping - Send Flowers for Valentine's Day <1st attachment, "Rings63" begin> {ASSM} Chaisey Long: Rings, 1963 {Will "Crash" Reuther} (mf f-1st rom hs) Chaisey Long: Rings, 1963 (mf f-1st rom hs) by Will "Crash" Reuther I. For seniors it was the morning of Prom Night, but for juniors it was "Ring Day," the day they would be able to pick up their own, long-awaited class rings. The graduating seniors planned to party all night, and by Monday morning, the beginning of the last week of classes, there would be significantly fewer virgins among the student body of Sequoyah High School. In the course of the weekend's events, the seniors would have grown up--their adulthood awaiting only formal consummation in the commencement exercises that would conclude the week-- thereby leaving the junior class effectively in charge of the power structure of the student body, for the final week of the school year. The juniors' new class rings signified their accession to this sort of "senior"-ity and allowed them to supplant the seniors, a week ahead of the ordained time, as the graduating class celebrated childhood's end and prepared to become alumni. Chaisey and her girlfriends were among the several dozen juniors already waiting in line, along the sidewalk on Radcliffe Street, when the jewelry store opened on Saturday morning. She knew she would only have that one day--and not all day at that--to wear her senior ring herself, and she wanted to enjoy every possible moment that it caressed her own finger. They hadn't been the first in line. Walt and Denice, who had been going steady practically since seventh grade, reportedly had rushed to the store as soon as school had let out Friday afternoon and apparently had camped out all night to hold the first places in line. Don, next year's yearbook photographer, was on hand to take photographs of them, the first in the class to receive their rings, as they exchanged them immediately with each other. Walt's ring went right from the little box onto the chain Denice was already wearing around her neck, and hers went straight onto his pinkie finger; whereupon they had hugged and smiled for the camera, his hand against her chest--right above her boobs, practically feeling her up!--so that both rings and their beaming faces would all be in the photograph together, along with the smiling countenance of the owner of the jewelry store, who proudly watched them from behind the counter. The next several places in line were occupied by the boys from the basketball team, who had just missed winning the conference championship (despite having no seniors on the starting team, thus heralding excellent prospects for the next year). They reportedly had arrived early in the evening (right after dinner, someone had said) and had kept their places collectively, working in shifts, all through the night. Although some of them were known to have steady girlfriends, their girls were not with them to pick up the rings they would presumably also exchange that night, but the boys from the basketball team all got their picture taken, together, with their new class rings, as well. Half a dozen girls from one of the social clubs had joined the line just before midnight, and a few other couples had joined the line well before dawn, apparently without bothering to return home after their dates. Chaisey and her girlfriends had barely managed, just before dawn, to claim places within the first three dozen in line--just behind a small bevy of girls who were going to the prom, that night, as dates of senior boys--and Don had showed no interest at all in taking THEIR pictures. The girls spent the rest of the morning around town, making themselves seen wherever their friends and classmates were likely to be hanging out, and showing off the new rings on their fingers while they still had the chance. For by Monday morning, of course, different--and larger--rings would be hanging from dainty chains around their necks. Having a senior ring of her own was one thing; more important by far, to Chaisey--and to her girlfriends, indeed--was to have a boy's ring dangling on a slender gold chain around her neck--to advertise to all that she had a steady boyfriend and to accept, in return, the common understanding that she would not graduate high school, a year hence, with her maidenhead intact. II. Chaisey made sure to be home in plenty of time for Mike to pick her up, though. He passed the first test of the day, indeed: he didn't keep her waiting any longer than he had promised. At mid-afternoon, and within the hour after he got off work from his Saturday job, Mike's car rolled to the curb in front of Chaisey's house. He was immediately out of the car, on his way to her front door to call properly for her, as befitted such a momentous day in their lives together, but Chaisey could not wait for him. She kissed her mother good-bye and bounded out the door and down the walk before Mike could even meet her halfway. She leapt into his arms and he spun her around as they kissed. Tonight, they would pledge themselves to each other. It was still a little early, but Chaisey was walking on air, excited over the prospect of showing their new rings off around town, on their own fingers for the rest of the afternoon, then going to dinner together before the party that evening--and, by the time she got back home, probably well after midnight, being "officially" a "steady couple." But Chaisey noticed, as Mike drove them away from her house, that there was no senior ring on either of the hands that safely grasped the steering wheel. She cuddled next to him, as usual, in the "Siamese-twin" position, but he never embraced her while he was driving: that's what "parking" was for. Mike was a safe driver. Chaisey said nothing about the strange absence and waited to see what sort of surprise Mike had in store for her. She was certain it would end well and be, at worst, only a practical joke between the two of them--one she could tell her girlfriends and laugh over afterwards, but never anything that would embarrass her in front of his friends. But the only thing that could have embarrassed her, really, would have been to have shown up at school Monday morning with her own senior ring still gracing the fourth finger of her right hand. "Gotta stop by home," Mike noted, quietly, as he made the turn toward his own house. Chaisey smiled to herself and tried to prepare herself for whatever he had in mind, thinking it likely he had left his own ring there for safe-keeping during the day. Mike pulled into his driveway, and after she followed him out the driver's door, he locked the car. No one was home at Mike's house, and after an initial, five-minute, soul kiss as soon as he closed the front door, he led her directly to his room. She had visited his room before and had even had the privilege of making out on his bed a few times when they happened to be alone. She would rather have gone out showing their rings off, on this particular day, but a girl can't expect to go steady with a guy without taking every available opportunity to make out! Of course, before the night was over, they would be doing much more than that. As Chaisey cast her eyes casually about the familiar room, Mike locked his door, then pulled his chair away from the desk and wedged it underneath the doorknob, as an extra precaution, just like in the movies. Chaisey leaned against his desk, where the chair had been, and slipped her hand into her pocket to finger the chain she had ready. Mike walked over to her, smiling broadly, with a look of adolescent longing in his eye. She smirked in response. Mike kissed her again, more gently this time. She adjusted her position as they kissed, and she ended up sitting right on the edge of the desk, her legs spread, with Mike positioned precisely between her thighs. Chaisey realized that their bodies were perfectly in alignment: save for their clothing, they could be making love already. Mike leaned back and smiled at her again, radiating his love for her. He kept his crotch positioned firmly against hers as he admired her face. "Will you go to the Senior Prom with me?" he asked her, in as sincere a tone of voice as he could manage. "Tonight?!" she gasped. "No, silly! OUR Senior Prom!" "That's not 'till next year," she pointed out, although she understood, already, what he was getting at. "I know," he nodded. "That's what I mean: you and me together, for better or worse, for the next year. I'm expecting it to be the best of years. If you agree, we'll go on from there. If we screw up and it's the worst of years, I'll stand by you, no matter what. If it's anywhere in the middle, a mediocre year or something, and you don't feel it's all been worth it, after all, we can split and go on our separate ways and still be friends, for the rest of our lives. How does that sound to you?" "We're playing with fire." "I know. But I love you, and that's all that matters. If you love me, too, and if you want to be my partner for this whole year, then you can have me--all of me: no squirming out on anything--on my part anyway, assuming you play fair by me, too--for the whole year. You can still ditch me anytime you want, and I guess I can walk out after the prom if I can't take it any more, but if you'll have me for a year, we can only see what we can make out of it." They had already agreed on this, really--ALL of this--but Chaisey made Mike wait a minute or so, anyway. This was his formal way of proposing their relationship. It didn't make the entire bargain clear, but she had already decided to agree to the few conditions he had explained to her, some six weeks earlier, when they had started going together, unofficially. "Do you have something for me?" she hinted, pulling the chain from her pocket and lifting it to dangle in his sight. "I have two things for you," he answered, "to bring us together and keep us together for our first year as a couple." He kissed her again and pressed his body against hers with an urgency she had experienced not a few times before, but had always put off--until now. She knew what one of the things was that he had for her: it was pressing against her thigh, even through their jeans! She slipped her tongue past his, as a symbol acknowledging what they would do that night to consummate their love. After a few moments, Mike's hands left her buttocks, where he had been pressing her tightly against his groin, and moved to her chest. He had already begun to unbutton her blouse before their kiss ended, and as he leaned back to finish the job, Chaisey realized something else had felt funny, although she couldn't quite place it. Mike slipped the blouse from her shoulders and laid it carefully beside her, on the desk. His hands moved behind her again, to undo her bra, and his well-practiced fingers accomplished that task quickly. He pressed her against him again, with one hand, while the other deposited the bra on top of her blouse. As both hands pressed her to him again, and they resumed their kiss, Chaisey felt a slight pain. At first, she thought that he was pressing her breasts so tightly against his chest that they were aching, but then she realized that the pain was more focused and pressed BETWEEN her breasts, against her breastbone. Both his hands were against her bare back, fingers spread wide, as he devoured her lips and tongue, and except for that tiny pain against her sternum, she was as hungry for him as he was for her. She pushed him back and looked into his eyes. His eyes fairly danced with desire. She realized where her trophy lay. She set her chain gently on top of her discarded bra, her fingers moved to the buttons of his shirt, and he leaned back and watched her as she unbuttoned HIS buttons, one at a time, as slowly as she could stand to do it. He even pulled his hips back from her groin, just far enough to let her free the shirt from his jeans. She slipped the shirt off his shoulders and tossed it onto the floor--for that's where a boy's clothes are used to being, she understood--then pulled up his tee-shirt. He moved his arms to help her but made her do the job herself. Still he leaned into her thighs, but he no longer grasped her as she revealed the senior ring that dangled on a chain around his own neck. As soon as the tee-shirt fluttered to the floor, Mike leaned forward to kiss her again, and his ring pressed again between her bare breasts as they were crushed against the bare skin of his chest. The hard probing of his crotch against her groin complemented the hard nugget of stone and metal that lodged between their chests. Her body surrendered to him, and he began to move on. He ended the kiss sooner than she would have liked, but he reached out and picked up her chain from where she had set it down. The chain about his own neck was a dog-tag chain, left over from some purpose, long since forgotten, back in elementary school. It was not what she would use to carry his ring; the chain she had brought with her was more slender, more elegant, more appropriate. Still he leaned against her, pinning her against the desk with the weight of his body between her legs, as he picked up her chain, undid the tiny clasp, and then threaded it, oh so carefully, through the ring on her right hand, passing it right next to the flesh of her finger. Then he brought the ends of the chain on either side of her head and fastened them again, behind her neck. As he kissed her again, her hand was constrained to hover in mid-air, within the length permitted by the chain that passed through the ring that still graced her finger. Mike slowly knelt as his kisses moved down her body, while she leaned back and enjoyed the attention he devoted to her. The edge of the desk was beginning to make a bit of a dent in her rump, and it was awkward holding her right hand up in the air, but the feeling of Mike's kisses on her breasts was wonderful and preempted any objection. After several minutes at her breasts, which left her nipples puckered almost to the point of pain, Mike moved on again. Now her jeans entered the focus of his attention: he carefully unsnapped and unzipped them; and Chaisey gently slipped from her perch against the desk to allow him to pull them from her buttocks and down her legs. He took the loafers and bobby-socks from her feet, to free the jeans, before returning for her panties, which left her leaning naked against his desk as he stood and pulled her again into a full embrace. She was surprised how seductive it felt to feel her bare breasts against his bare chest while her naked thighs embraced the denim of his jeans. Perhaps it was the ring that still dangled between them that made a big difference. She began to realize that their love-making would not wait until after the party, after all. Mike pulled away from her yet again, slipped out of his own loafers, and pulled his socks off, too. Chaisey watched as he picked up the discarded shirt and tee-shirt and took them all to his closet, tossing them inside, blindly. As he stood at the closet door, he took off his jeans and underpants, too, deliberately--more slowly than he felt like doing so, obviously--and tossed them into the closet, closing the door on them. He faced her directly as he did it, and she obediently watched him, as he clearly had intended her to do. He stood for perhaps half a minute, looking at her naked body and giving her a good chance to return the favor, before he turned and walked to his bed. Chaisey stood motionless the whole while, still leaning against the edge of the desk, still with her right hand elevated at the end of the limits the chain through her new ring permitted. Mike carefully and neatly pulled the covers down from the bed, then turned to lean against his dresser, regarding her from across the length of the room. He stood on his right leg; his left leg was propped against the front of the dresser behind him, while his erection pointed at her and made his intentions plain. He held out a hand and beckoned to her. III. The choice, now, was entirely hers: she could walk across the room to him, and he would be hers for the next fifty-two weeks--and perhaps forever--or she could get dressed again and leave. This was her choice to make, and he was leaving it to her to make it. That was why he had left her side and was standing just about as far away from her as he could, within the limits of the small room: it was time for her to make her formal decision--to accept his offer, on his own terms, or to end it, there and then. But she had already made this decision, in truth, and there was no use turning back. She understood his terms, and she accepted them as right and proper, though she knew other girls who would not have done so. She had no doubts he would be faithful to her, nor did she have any doubts that she loved him and wanted him and his bargain--the whole package. She smiled at him and waited as long as she could stand it, watching his naked body in almost the same way she knew he was looking at hers. His readiness to make love to her was patent, and although she had known what naked boys looked like, the effect of Mike's erection gave quite a different picture than the young boys she had baby-sat. A couple of them had had erections when they had gotten out of their bathtubs, but the image of a little boy's precociously erect penis had not prepared her for the sight of an athletic adolescent's phallus in full turgidity. Calmly she brought her right hand to her lips, and a few quick flicks of her tongue lubricated the knuckle. Carefully she pulled the ring from her finger--the presence of the chain didn't seem to hinder the process as much as she had expected--and allowed it to fall free between her breasts. Across the room, Mike's ring hung against his chest from the coarse chain that pointed in a stubby "V" toward his manhood. Between her breasts, her ring now hung gently from the fine chain that, she realized, also pointed his way toward what he wanted from her, to seal their love affair. He lifted his hand to beckon again, and she walked slowly to him, accepting him, accepting his bargain, accepting his love. He made her walk to within one step of him before he pushed himself forward, took her in his arms, and kissed her again, naked flesh pressing eagerly against naked flesh. Both rings hung between her breasts now, and added to the feeling of her naked breasts against his bare chest was the feeling of his naked cock, poking urgently at her tummy. He did not pull her onto the bed in a tumble, though. Once more, he broke the kiss and leaned back, his arms caressing her buttocks and keeping his erection trapped between their bellies. He released her for a moment and guided her hands to his buttocks, likewise; then he smiled and took her again in his caress. He kissed her once more, just quickly, to signal her to keep her hands where they were for a little while, and again he released his grasp on her. She was happy to keep her position against him, waiting to see what the next element of this tableau would be. He reached behind her neck and slid the clasp of her chain around to the front. Working carefully in the limited space between their faces, he undid the clasp, threaded the chain through his ring as well, and fastened it again. Then he opened the fastening of his dog-tag chain, too, and slipped it through her ring. Both rings were on both chains now, and the two rings joined the two chains, which joined them as well. They could not separate without removing at least one of the chains. He kissed her again. Their tongues intermingled, joining themselves at the mouth as well as about the neck, and Mike lifted her up to lay her down gently on his bed. It was awkward, and she burst into giggles over it, because their necks were confined to stay within not much more than a foot of each other, but Mike joined her laughter as he climbed onto his bed, beside her, and made her to understand how happy, as well as how important, this moment was for him--for both of them. He picked up both rings in his lips and brought them to her mouth. She kissed the rings and took them between her lips, and he kissed them and her, before taking them from her mouth again and letting them drop between them as he slithered on top of her--and she spread her legs to accept him. Chaisey well understood that he knew essentially what he was doing, although she wasn't certain whether he knew how to cope with a virgin properly. It was well known about school that, last fall, after every game the football team had won, there had been a number of girls who had been eager to reward one or another of the winning players for his role in the school's victory. Those girls had all been tramps, Mike had bluntly declared, and he was giving them all up for her. This fall, he had already promised her, when he would be one of the star players, it was she to whom he would turn after each game; as his "steady" she--and only she--would offer him whatever reward his body demanded of her. Chaisey had heard that a girl was supposed to reach down and guide her lover into her, but Mike seemed to have no difficulty finding his way. It seemed to be the right spot against which he was pressing, as far as she could discern in her own inexperience, but as he brought his effort to bear against her, it did hurt, just as her girlfriends had all told her it would. She had tried to prepare herself for this, but she could not have anticipated exactly what this pain would feel like. It was nothing that she could have expected, but as he pressed himself against that tiny hole, she recognized what else the other girls had told her: that it felt like he was much too big to fit inside her--that he would split her wide open, and that she would die! The pain sharpened, and she cried out; then suddenly it was as if it were all over. He was lying tightly against her again; the pain had subsided to a dull ache; and after a couple of moments she realized that there was a presence inside her body, in a location of which she had never before had any real awareness. Mike kissed her deeply, and although she could feel that the posture was awkward for him, in order to meet her lips while his cock was lodged inside her, he began rocking against her almost immediately. And it felt good! IV. Chaisey was happy that it felt good. She had been afraid that this would be only a duty she would be happy to endure out of love for her man, but it began to feel so good, so soon, that the pain of her broken flesh subsided quickly into the background of her consciousness. Mike's rhythm picked up its pace, and he left her lips to embrace her to him. Her lips were against his left shoulder now, and she kissed him there as his head shuttled back and forth beside hers. She wasn't quite sure what to do to help him, but she tentatively thrust her loins back at his, and she found that made it all feel even better. As she began to match his rhythm, his lips returned to hers for a few moments, to assure her that she had done something to please him, but as they fell into a cooperative pattern, the intense focus of his concentration forced him to turn his head away again. Chaisey smoothed her hands all over his back and buttocks as they thrust their groins urgently against each other, and Mike reacted with ever increasing intensity. Before long, Chaisey began to feel frightened over the strength of his thrusts into her body, but she could do nothing but strive to accept every possible millimeter of his love-engine inside her. She could not keep up with him for very long, but he was breathing heavily and didn't seem to be paying much attention to her at all when, all of a sudden, his rhythm changed. He slammed his cock roughly into her, held it there for a long moment, and retreated to slam into her again, just as deeply as he could. And then his thrustings became faster again, although frantic now, and before Chaisey could even begin to figure out what was happening, she felt his body dissolve in uncontrollable spasms. Still he buried himself as deeply inside her as he could, but there was no coherent rhythm to it at all, any more. His breath rasped in convulsive gasps, he was lost in her arms, and she became vaguely aware of an impact--both gentle and intense, all at once--deep within herself. Then Mike collapsed upon her, and she was afraid he was dying. Yet still he breathed, too close to her left ear, though it took a couple of minutes for his breathing to subside to the point that he could speak. "I love you!" he declared, in a hoarse, anxious whisper, before he gave in to his labored breathing again. He was still inside her, but she knew enough to deduce that he had come. He had ejaculated, and his sperm were swimming about inside her, at that very moment, seeking an ovum with which to make a baby. She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and prayed again that her calculation of her cycle of fertility had been sufficiently accurate that none of the little swimmers would find its goal. "You're the greatest!" Mike enthused, startling her by his full voice in her ear as she was preoccupied with resisting the fear of pregnancy. He shifted, and she felt him fall from her vagina, even more clearly--save for the pain--than she had felt him enter it. And he kissed her yet again, and rolled off her and onto his side, and gathered her into his arms, and smothered her in kisses as she basked in the glow of actually having a lover now--of no longer being a virgin--of being a "bad girl" and liking it! They lay in Mike's bed for over an hour, cuddling together in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Chaisey marvelled at how good it felt, after all, to feel a boy's naked body against hers. That he was so hairy didn't seem to matter nearly as much as she had been afraid it would, for his elemental warmth flowed into her, soothed her, and promised her that he would protect her from all danger. Mike was both strong and gentle, and she felt safe in his arms. It was really adorable the way he made sure at least one of her breasts was pressing against him at all times, and she even found herself comfortable with the way he kept his groin pressed against her as well, so that his pubic hair gently tickled her thigh and his penis, although much smaller now, nudged her familiarly. They were lovers. Chaisey trembled at the very thought! She would be happy to bear his babies--one day, but not right now, please! She had never felt that way before. They were still joined, too, by the chains about their necks, linked by the two senior rings. Neither one of them slept during the hour they lay together--so maybe they hadn't actually "slept together," after all--and when Mike murmured that they should get ready to go out for dinner, she didn't really want to leave the bed. But he sat up, and she had to sit up with him, and he began carefully to unlink their bodies from their ring chains. First, he squeezed her ring onto his own pinky finger, but only up to the first joint, for both chains still passed through it. Then he undid his chain and pulled it free, and now they were linked only by the finer, gold chain that passed around her neck and through the ring that was on his finger. He pushed the smaller ring farther onto his finger, as far as it would go, and only then unfastened her chain, withdrew it from her ring, and fastened it again, leaving his own ring depending from her neck, where it was supposed to be. They were going steady now! Chaisey kissed him with utmost joy, and he fondled her breast until she broke the kiss. Mike had to take a shower and dress before they left, and Chaisey put her own clothing on again while he was in the bathroom. She sat at his desk to wait for him, the chair having been restored from its sentry function against the doorknob, and when he returned wearing only a towel, she stayed where she was, to see what would happen. He discarded the towel and kissed her deeply again, and only then began to dress himself. She found that she understood his point of view, even if she did not really share it; she realized that, as his steady girl, she was privileged to see him naked and to watch him dress: his penis had been inside her, and it was both her honor and her duty to see it whenever he chose to expose himself to her. She could do without the honor, if that's all there were to it, but she realized that, in his view, this level of trivial intimacy was a powerful symbol of their commitment to each other. So she made certain to keep her face turned in his direction, although she didn't pay much attention, beyond noting that he kept his body turned toward her, as well, hiding nothing from her. They were going steady; therefore, they should hide nothing from each other. Chaisey realized, accordingly, that, before very long, she would have occasion to change her clothes in front of him, and that, whenever that happened, he would watch her do so avidly. V. Mike had fucked more than a dozen girls by this point in his life, but this had been the first time he figured he had ever made love to a girl. He wasn't sure what the difference was, but he was firmly committed to the principle that there WAS a difference, for he loved Chaisey and firmly intended to be faithful to her, now that they were going steady. He had been confident that Chaisey would enjoy going to bed with him, for last fall, as a starting player on the football team--which had enjoyed a winning season but had not quite managed to clinch the championship--he had discovered there was no shortage of girls from school who were willing to reward the players after each winning game. They had all been sluts, of course, and he had only taken his pleasure with each one time before moving on, but two of them had been virgins--amazingly enough!--and so he had already had the experience of busting a cherry and knew how to approach the task. Chaisey was a cherry, too. He had known that going in, and it was one of the things he loved about her. He had been a little bit sorry about having to insist she surrender her cherry to him if she wanted to go steady, but he knew it wouldn't work any other way, and she had seen the importance of it, too. He could get laid plenty without going steady! He was interested in Chaisey anyway, but if she wanted him to be exclusive with her, she was going to have to make up her mind to take care of him. It only made sense! It was her choice, too! He had made certain not to pressure her, beyond insisting that he could not see his way clear to doing it any other way. Either she could start sleeping with him and take care of his sexual needs for the next year, in which case he would be more than happy to give her his senior ring and accept hers in return; or she could continue to go out with him on all the important dates, but realize that he would likewise continue to take whatever he could get on the side, as well. That was why, after he had undressed her that afternoon, he hadn't pulled her down to the bed right away. SHE had to make the choice. He had stood across the room from her, also naked and obviously ready to get it on, and had given her the choice to get dressed and leave or to walk across the room to him and surrender her body to their mutual love. It had made him very happy to watch her naked body walk across the room toward him. He had looped both their chains through both rings, then, to symbolize their union, and he had not separated them again until they had finished making love and were truly united, as one, together. She had been a pretty good lay, too--certainly a lot better than either of the two other cherries he had scored, last fall. She hadn't just let him do it to her; she had responded, had helped him, and had thrust back at him and made it clear she needed him just as much as he needed her. And so he was certain he would enjoy passing the next year with only one woman. Well, at least, he was certain that he could remain faithful to her. That was the only difference between fucking and making love that he could be certain of: he made love to Chaisey because he loved her, because he knew she loved him, and because he truly felt that he could be happy if she were the only woman he would make love to for the rest of his life. At least that's what he wanted to want. Time would tell. "I'm afraid I've let you down already," Mike said as he backed the car into the street, apologizing for something he hadn't identified yet. "I should have made a reservation in a good restaurant for tonight. You deserve it, and tonight is very important for us. I'm really sorry about that; I should have thought ahead. But all the good restaurants are crowded with the seniors and their prom dates by now. I should take you to The Pepper Mill tonight, by all rights, but it's hopeless trying to get in there." "You know!?" Chaisey answered. "I DO want to go to The Pepper Mill with you, one night soon. I really do. But--you know?--there's something about tonight that's so much about us and about something that's supposed to be ordinary for us, from now on, that I'd really like to go to Elmer's, instead." Elmer's was a diner they had been to many times. It was the restaurant they went to most often. "It is pretty much 'our place,' isn't it?" Mike smiled. "I just thought tonight should be something more special than that." "It already is," Chaisey sighed, fingering the ring hanging on the chain about her neck. "But, somehow, I want to know that, despite what's very different between us now, everything will still be the same, in other ways. Too much that's special, after what we've done, would start to get me scared, I think. Let's go somewhere comfortable tonight, and we can still celebrate a special night, somewhere else, before the novelty wears off." Chaisey congratulated herself on being nice to Mike. On the one hand, he was right that he should have made special arrangements for tonight--he should have done something more to assure her how much their love would endure. On the other hand, she was very nervous about giving herself to him, and she really didn't think she could cope with anything more that was new and wonderful--at least until she was sure she wasn't knocked up already! They went to Elmer's and enjoyed themselves immensely. Chaisey almost forgot she wasn't a virgin any more. But then she would catch a glimpse of her ring on the pinkie finger of Mike's hand, or else his ring would bump against her blouse somehow, and she would be reminded that she really was going steady now! And this inevitably would remind her how she had purchased the right to wear Mike's ring. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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