Premarital Conditions 04

I hadn't heard from Katherine, so when I was out in the car, I stopped by her house. I arrived just as Jon was leaving to drive Michael back to his hotel--although at the time I didn't know it was anyone other than one of Jon's many business contacts. It did strike me that he looked quite a bit like George Clooney, though.

Jon introduced us, and Michael gave me a smile and said, somewhat strangely, 'Good to meet you, young man. You have a very beautiful fiancée. I hope to see her again when I have business in town. In the meantime, enjoy the present.' Of course, I didn't catch any of his meaning.

I didn't need to knock when I got to the door, as both Teresa and Katherine were standing there already, saying goodbye to the two men. Katherine was dressed in a casual turtle neck sweater and jeans, while Teresa was in a pair of plain black yoga pants and a thin sweater. Katherine was surprised to see me, smiled, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and invited me inside. Teresa, meanwhile, said simply, "Hello, Thomas," and left for the kitchen. But I was used to her frigidity toward me.

When Katherine and I got to her bedroom, I said, 'What have you been up to? I feel like we haven't had any time together recently. Two weekends in a row, you've been unavailable, and even during the week you have been distracted. Is something going on? I feel like I'm losing you.'

'Tom, you're definitely not losing me. I promise. I do have some stuff to work through, though, and it has nothing to do with you. I can tell you one day, but I can't tell you now, so I beg you just to trust me on this. Okay? I'm so sorry.'

I felt confused, and sad. 'Okay, I trust you, but am I going to feel this lonely for a long time? Is there anything I can do to help you work what it is through?'

'No, unfortunately there isn't. At least not yet. I'll tell you if that changes, though. Listen, I know you prefer me to wear skirts. Why don't you go into the living room to wait, and I'll change into something nicer for you. Would you like that? Then we can go for a walk together.'

Figuring she meant a skirt with tights, I responded enthusiastically. 'Absolutely. That would be lovely.'

***

She came out about fifteen minutes later, in a denim skirt, sheer white tights, and a white turtleneck sweater, looking stunning. She looked virginal and utterly sexy, and I wanted to run my hands up her legs, and kiss her all at once. But it wasn't to be.

When I advanced on her to kiss, she said, 'Not here, Tom. My parents...', and although it made no sense in light of the fact that we were engaged, I accepted what she said, and resigned myself to going on a walk. 'Maybe we'll get a chance to doing something outside somewhere quiet,' I thought.

But that wasn't to be either.

We walked and talked, holding hands as we did, but I ached to touch her, and there was just no opportunity. I asked her if we were okay, and she assured me in no uncertain terms that we were, so I was relieved, but I still sensed that something more was up. I didn't want to push her, though, as she had already explained that she couldn't tell me what she was going through in particular at that moment. The walk helped, and we got back to her place, but once at the door, she turned to me, gave me a kiss on the mouth, and said she would see me the following day. It was clear that my time with her that day was up, so I left for home in my car, wondering all the way what was actually going on and longing for a touch of my fiancée.

I got home, and hate to say that I shut myself in my room and masturbated. I couldn't help it any more. I was doing this regularly now, as it had been two full weeks since we had been physical with each other, and just thinking about her had me permanently aroused. Especially today. I wanted so much to touch her, to kiss her, to feel her, to run my hands up and down her legs, to cum on her thighs and watch as it soaked through the silky soft, sheer fabric. I came a lot.

***

Another week passed at university, and Katherine and I managed to see each other a number of times for lunch. I asked her early on in the week about whether or not we might be able to see each other at the weekend, but she avoided the question.

'Kat, what's up with the weekends recently? Is it something to do with whatever it is you can't tell me? When your mum came to the door with you two weeks ago, and told me that you and her had plans, was that just a ploy to get rid of me that evening?'

Katherine looked uncomfortable and slightly embarrassed. 'Sort of,' she said. 'Please believe me when I say I can't tell you anything right now, but will as soon as I can. In the meantime, don't give up on me, Tom. I will be yours again soon. I promise.'

I had to accept what she was saying because, frankly, I saw no alternative. This was my fiancée, the woman I wanted to marry. And if she insisted our weird situation was only temporary, then I just had to believe her.

When Friday rolled around, though, it was especially difficult. We met up in the Student Union building for lunch, and when I saw her, I was stopped in my tracks. She looked stunning. Once again, I was in a situation where I wanted her right then and there. Had she not been my fiancée, it would have been hard enough. I would have caught sight of her and fantasised about her for days after. But the fact that she was my fiancée, that by rights I should have been able to show my appreciation for her beauty but couldn't, made me ache inside.

In fact, I was also jealous. I mean, here she was, dressed in an adorable, oversized navy-blue sweater, a tan pleated skirt, sheer nude-coloured pantyhose, over-the-knee socks, and tan leather boots, and anyone who shared a class with her would be getting more of her than I would. I wanted to find a quiet room somewhere and have sex with here right then. But no. It was as if I was having celibacy imposed on me, while still being exposed to the most amazing stimulation possible. At least we got to laugh together as we ate amidst the hundreds of other students, before she announced that, once again, we were not going to be able to enjoy a Friday night together.

Katherine arrived home at around five o'clock to find her mum waiting for her in the living room.

'Hi, Kat,' she said. 'Come in and have a seat. I have something to tell you.'

'What is it, mum?' said Katherine.

'First of all, I love your clothes today. Did anyone in your classes notice the way you looked? It's pretty sexy. Anyway, I hope you haven't made any plans with Tom again, because you will be getting a surprise again tonight. Someone is going to be here at seven to pick you up. I've laid out an outfit for you on your bed, but before you get dressed, you know what you need to do.'

'Yes, I know. Shower, shave my legs, and make myself clean and fresh. Same as last week, and the week before.'

'Good girl,' Teresa said.

'Mum, how long are you going to keep up with this? Controlling my life I mean...'

'As long as it takes until I am satisfied that you are making a real choice when it comes to marrying Thomas,' Teresa responded. 'Unless there are many options on the table, we can never really say we had a real choice. Trust me. If you do end up marrying Thomas, you will thank me. Because you will have chosen him despite everything else you could have chosen.'

Katherine rolled her eyes and made her way to her bedroom where she began stripping off for her shower.

Twenty minutes later, she returned to her bedroom and appraised what her mum had laid for her to wear. It was no surprise that it involved seamless black tights and no underwear again, but the real question was what dress it would be. It turned out it was a long, burgundy, velvet gown with a slit that ran up the front of the skirt, all the way to the top of the thigh. Unlike the black lycra dress of similar cut that she had worn for Monica, this slit meant that the dress was much more open, and exposed more of her leg more of the time, and if she moved in the wrong way, could even end up exposing her sex. Katherine was uneasy about wearing it, but put it on nonetheless.

Eventually, she was completely ready, including her four inch heeled black suede shoes, and she walked out of her room to the kitchen.

'Wow, Kat,' Teresa exclaimed when she saw her daughter. 'You look even better than you have for the last two weeks, and I didn't think that was possible. Your date tonight is very lucky!'

'Who is my date tonight?' Katherine asked.

'Give it half an hour, and you'll know,' Teresa said.

This made Katherine nervous. She trusted that anyone her parents would set her up with would be clean and well-groomed. After all, her mum was repulsed by dirt and the idea that anyone would not want to maintain themselves. But beyond that, there seemed to be no limits to whom she might choose. When Monica had appeared at the door, Katherine couldn't believe it. That her own mother would push her in the direction of lesbianism? Shocking. Then a man more than twice her age? It was as if every boundary was being pushed.

Then the doorbell rang. Katherine froze.

Teresa moved swiftly to answer it, and there, standing on the doorstep, was a tall young man with blond hair, the most handsome face Katherine had ever seen, and what looked like an incredible body. He was in a tuxedo.

'Katherine, you remember Jason, don't you?'

Jason. He had been Katherine's only boyfriend before she met me. They had gone out together for about a year from the age of fifteen, but of course, being young, had never done anything sexual together.

'Mum! What have you done?' Katherine exclaimed.

'What do you mean, Kat? I saw Jason in the grocery store last week, and I couldn't ignore him. That would be rude. So we got talking, and he asked how you were doing. I asked him in turn if he wanted to find out for himself, and he quite eagerly said yes.'

'Hi Katherine. You look beautiful. It's so good to see you again,' Jason said.

'Hi Jason. Thank you. You look good too,' Katherine responded. She couldn't hep it. He really did look good.

'Your father and I were supposed to be going to a charity ball tonight, Kat, but your father couldn't make it so we decided to let Jason take you instead. So here he is. Jason, take good care of my daughter,' Teresa said.

'Oh, I will,' Teresa. 'I will,' Jason responded, gleefully. 'Shall we go, Katherine?' He proffered his arm, and Katherine stepped forward to take it. The two of them walked out to Jason's car.

***

'It is so good to see you, Katherine. After I moved schools in grade 10, I never thought I would see you again,' Jason said as he pulled out of the driveway.

'Yes, this is certainly unexpected,' Katherine said. 'Did my mum really see you at a grocery store?'

'Yes. I was back in this end of the city, and just stopped in to get myself something to eat. I saw a woman I thought looked familiar, and then ended up standing just behind her at the check-out. Being that close, I realised it was your mum. So I re-introduced myself. She didn't really recognise me until I explained who I was.'

'That figures. She never took an interest in my friends, unless there was something in it for her. But to be fair, you don't exactly look like that skinny kid with glasses I dated four years ago.'

Jason laughed. 'No, I suppose I don't. I've worked hard to transform that kid.'

He drove them in the direction of downtown and the King George Hotel, where the ball was being held.

'I don't understand why your mum asked me if I wanted to take you to this thing tonight, though. I heard you were engaged, and wouldn't have thought your fiancé would want you going out with your ex-boyfriend. Can't say I'm unhappy about it, though.'

'It's complicated,' Katherine said. 'But let's not try to figure it out. I'm just supposed to enjoy myself with you tonight, so it's best not to think about it.'

'Fine by me,' Jason said. 'In which case, am I allowed to say that I have never seen anyone look sexier and more beautiful than you do right now?'

Katherine smiled meekly. 'Thank you,' she said.

***

They arrived at the King George, and a parking attendant took Jason's car. Together, they walked up the steps to the doors of the hotel, which were opened for them by another attendant, before presenting the tickets to a pretty young woman at a reception table. They they made their way into the ballroom, and found their way to a table, marvelling at the people in attendance.

Over the course of the next number of hours, they say and talked, they danced and, when Jason leaned in to Katherine to kiss her, she reciprocated. Once they kissed the first time, they didn't stop, and eventually Jason asked her if she was interested in the idea of him renting one of the rooms in the hotel and spending the night with him. Her answer was positive.

The room he got was on the fifteenth floor (in honour of the age they were when they first started going out, he said), and as soon as the elevator doors closed, they began to kiss each other hungrily. Jason's hands ran over Katherine's arms, her back, her breasts, her bum, and onto the front of her legs--so easily accessed through the high slit in her dress.

When the doors opened, they kept touching each other and kissing even as they walked the short distance to the room, and when they got inside, whatever inhibitions they had left were gone.

A few times when they were at the ball, Katherine had made contact with the bulge in Jason's trousers, and when she felt his erection pressed up against as they danced, she knew it was big. When she unzipped him in the hotel room, however, and pulled it out, she was amazed at how big it was. It was the first of his flesh that she saw, but she had to see more, and had him out of his tuxedo in seconds.

Jason likes seeing Katherine in her dress, so he had her keep it on even though he, himself, was now naked. They resumed their kissing.

Katherine extended her hand down to Jason's cock, and took in its size. She realised that she could not get her whole hand around it, and it was significantly longer than mine. She stopped kissing and descended to her knees. Taking it in her hands, she licked the salty pre-cum from the head, then licked along the shaft. She licked the underside, then sucked on his scrotum. Taking one testicle at a time delicately into her mouth, she made Jason moan with a pleasurable pain, as they were so swollen with sperm due to his extremely aroused state. So she returned to his cock, and now began to give him head, taking him as deep as she could before adding her hand.

Jason had never known a feeling like it. After he and Katherine had broken up at sixteen, he had only had two more girlfriends, and other than playing with each other and performing some mutual masturbation, he had not gained much experience. He had had penetrative sex once, but with little foreplay, and that was about it. Because of his lack of experience, and the extreme arousal of being with his beautiful and sexy ex-girlfriend, he had little control over his orgasm, and ended up ejaculating into Katherine's mouth with quite a bit of force and in significant quantity.

Katherine did her best to swallow, but it came so fast that some trickled down her chin and onto her dress, and she was disappointed that Jason had cum so quickly. He saw this in her eyes, and raised her up to kiss her. They fell back on the bed and he continued to kiss her until he was hard again--something that always took me a lot longer. It also meant that they shared the taste of his cum, which I had always been hesitant to do.

Recuperation only took a couple of minutes, and Jason was just as enthusiastic in his passion the second time around as he was after he and Katherine first got in the hotel room. This time, however, it was he who went down on her, and with his hands wrapped around her silky thighs, he began to eat her out through the fabric of her seamless tights. He couldn't believe he had this chance to taste her, to lick her, to play with her like this. He nibbled gently on her labia with his teeth, and licked with his tongue. He sucked on her clitoris, and probed as deeply as he could inside her. Then, when the fabric was wet enough, he began using his fingers. He ended up making a small hole in her tights as he tried to reach her 'g-spot', even while he sucked, and soon he had her squirming above him, her thighs squeezing his head.

He loved the feeling of her warm, silky thighs pressing into him. And he was hard. As hard as he had been when she had him in her mouth, or harder. So when her orgasm subsided, he climbed on top of her, positioned his cock at her entrance, and pushed in.

She felt tight to him, but this was at least in part due to his size, and she gasped as he went in. He was able to thrust back and forth in a more measured way because he had already cum and his sense of urgency was reduced. The two of them synchronised their movements for a number of minutes, until Jason began to feel a surge of need, at which point he sped up and got more forceful. Katherine sensed this, and it triggered within her body a parallel response. Together, then, they made corresponding noises and their bodies slammed together in symphony until at last they came simultaneously. Then, without withdrawing, Jason collapsed on her and they fell asleep.

At some point an hour or two later, Katherine woke up first. She felt hot and uncomfortable, as Jason's body--while not entirely on top of hers--was near enough that she couldn't move very well. She tried to shift, and as she did she ended up waking Jason as well. In the process, he involuntarily withdrew his cock from her. This caused all the cum he had deposited inside her, which had only been held in place by the presence of his cock, to gush forth and soak the inside of her thighs as well as her tights and the inside of her dress. She let out a yelp when she felt it happen, having forgotten, after sleep intervened, that such would be the aftermath of their mating.

'Damn! I have no other clothes, and now I'm a mess,' she exclaimed.

'I'm sorry,' said Jason. 'I hadn't realised that would happen.'

'I'll have to take everything off and wash it, then leave it to dry before I can even leave the room,' Katherine said.

'Wait,' said Jason. 'Let's try something first.'

He put his hand between her legs and felt the warm wetness between them. He enjoyed the oily sensation of the cum on her nylon-covered thighs, and ran his fingers through and around the area. Then he brought them up to Katherine's lips, and encouraged her to lick them off, before he went down with his head and began to clean her up with his tongue. He tried to get everything: from inside her to her labia to her thighs to the inside of her dress. Then he came up and kissed her.

'That's made me hard again,' he said. 'Do you think you could handle doing It one more time. For the road?' He concluded with a smile.

Katherine's response was to get off the bed, peel off her tights, take off her dress, and say, 'Okay. But this time we're doing it without clothing.'

Happy with this, Jason drew Katherine into his arms for a kiss.

For all she had done with Monica, then with Michael, and before either of them, me, she had not kissed so much. Jason showed her real affection, and she was enjoying her time with him. He laid her back on the bed, laid down beside her, and while pressing his mouth onto hers, penetrated her once again.

This time, both of them took it slow. Katherine was still wet from the residue of their previous session--even if Jason had a good job of cleaning her up--and not only was he able to slide in easily, it made for a pleasant experience for both of them by adding to the natural lubrication. Side by side, they thrust and moaned and kissed and touched until for the third time for each of them, they began to shudder. After an acceleration of seconds, they let out a respective 'Oh!' of pleasure, and came. Less intensely than before, perhaps, but no less wonderfully.