1. Daphne's Crush Pt.2


    Date: 7/30/2015, Categories: True Story, First Time, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 90.9, Source: sexstories.com

    difference." She was looking into my eyes as she said it. I could see she meant it. "Third, although I'm enough of a romantic myself to believe that we'll grow old together, I know people change. If by some chance you and I don't stay together forever, then so be it. I'm not going to regret a thing," she said confidently. For some reason this surprised me. Maybe deep down I really was too much of a romantic? "Which brings me my last point," she said with a shake of her head. "Unless you plan on raping me, you're not going to take my virginity, I'm going to give it to you. Maybe. If you stop pissing me off." And suddenly it hit me. She was right! I was being an ass. If she thought she loved me and I thought I loved her, then that was enough. That's the most anyone can hope for in life. It would be stupid to pass up being with someone who made me feel the way she did. "Any questions?" she asked, now grinning. I looked at her and smiled in return. I never had any doubts about my feelings for Daphne. Oh, I fought them in the beginning, but I didn't doubt them. I decided that I wouldn't doubt her feeling for me anymore either. She may only have been eighteen, but she was an adult and knew her mind. She wasn't looking at me with infatuation. Her eyes mirrored the love I felt for her. "Yes," I replied, never surer of what I wanted. "One." "What?" "Should I ask you to marry me before or after the virginity giving?" Her eyes grew wider momentarily and then she relaxed for the first ...
    time and shook her head. "Well, if I really want to be the black sheep of the family," she joked. "I guess we should be married before." At least I thought she was joking, but maybe not. "Um, okay," I said, not really being put off. "You don't want a long engagement do you? Would you consider an elopement?" "When?" she asked. "Why, now of course." "Of course," she smiled. "There's that smile again," I sighed. She started laughing. "And now the laughing!" "You know," she said. "Maybe just this once I'll hold off being the black sheep. What do you think?" "Oh, I'm going to marry you either way," I shrugged. "It's just a matter of whether you want the time to plan out a big wedding or slip out tonight." "Since Bette eloped, I guess I'll let my mother have one big wedding to plan." she replied. "Well, in that case..." I began, but she cut me off. "Don't even think about it buster!" she snapped. "I'm still not sure if I forgive you or not." "Of course you do," I smiled. She shook her head. "It's late and I'm tired," Daphne replied. "I'll sleep on it and let you know in the morning." "Oh, okay," I said, standing to leave. "Where are you going?" she asked. "Home," I shrugged. "But then how will I tell you if I forgive you or not in the morning?" "Um, the phone." "That's too impersonal," she grinned. "You'll just have to spend the night here. Think you can handle it?" "I'll do my best," I said solemnly, and smiled slightly and added, "Although I make no promises." "Good, then let watch ...