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Daphne's Crush Pt.3

Date: 7/30/2015, Categories: True Story, First Time, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 90.4, Source: sexstories.com

looked at me carefully until she realized I was serious. "I'd like that," she finally said. I stepped into the shower and slowly started washing her hair. Daphne was obviously enjoying my efforts. I took the soap from her hands when I was done and started washing her body. Okay, it's no surprise that I took an exceptionally long time at her breasts, but I did get to everything eventually. "Thank you," Daphne said when I was done. I knew what I wanted to do at that moment, but there was something in Daphne's expression that let me know it wasn't the right time. I leaned forward, kissed her gently and left the shower. "You're welcome," I said. "I'll go see what's for breakfast." Daphne came out of the room some time later. She looked amazing as always. She caught me staring, but smiled instead of saying anything. The pancakes I was cooking were almost done. She started setting out the plates and utensils. "They smell delicious!" she grinned as I shut of the jet and carried the serving platter to the table. "I love pancakes!" "Me too," I said. "In a way, I had pancakes on our first date." Daphne reached for the plate, but I pulled it back. "Hey!" she cried. "It's time you answered my question," I said simply. "I think we're meant to be together. I think you do as well, but you still haven't answered whether you'll marry me or not." "You know, in some cultures we're already married based on what happened last night," she stalled. "That's fine with me," I replied. "Lets get a ... marriage license and make it official." "Okay, fine," she finally said. "But you're going to take the day off while we go look for an engagement ring." "I knew it! You're a shop-a-holic!" I cried. "We'd better pick wedding rings as well," Daphne added. "What's the rush?" I asked in surprise. "I thought you were going to let your mother plan a big wedding?" "I am," she replied. "But that's all based on the fact that I'm not pregnant. After last night, you never know." "Pregnant?" I asked with wide eyes. "You're not on birth control?" "Michael, I didn't have a need before you. I was a virgin after all," Daphne said. "Don't worry. I'm probably not." "Who's worried?" I shrugged. "I'd like to have some time with just the two of us, but I can't say I'd be upset if you became pregnant. After all, kids are definitely in our future." "And I'd like to finish school first," Daphne added. "But mother had Bette before she was done with college." "It will all work out in the end," I shrugged. "Let go ring shopping." "Can we eat breakfast first?" Daphne grinned. "Of course," I smiled, holding out her plate of pancakes. She reached for them again and I added, "But it will cost you a kiss first." "They smell pretty good," she said, and then sighed loudly before adding, "If I must, I must." We kissed briefly, but I took a moment to stare into her soft brown eyes before handing over the pancakes. Daphne was smiling. I smiled back. Maybe I was a hopeless romantic, but then again so was she. For a ...