0 comments/ 48249 views/ 16 favorites My High School Wife By: Epmd607 I watched Georgia nervously chat with some of the girls from the sorority. She wore her jean jacket and jean skirt well, but anyone could tell she was still in high school. She was a senior in high school, I was a senior in college. I'd known her since she started kindergarten. I met her brother, Nathan, in elementary school and we became best friends. My girlfriend joined the group of girls, she smiled at Georgia and smoothed out the younger girl's blonde bangs. Heather liked her, looked after her. Nate wouldn't be happy if he knew I'd taken his little sister to a party at my girlfriend's sorority. But he was far away at a different college. So Nate wouldn't find out unless Georgia told him, and she'd never do that because she liked coming out with me. Georgia looked like a doll standing in a circle of tanned, overly made up, shells of human beings. Her piercing blue eyes stood out among the drunken, glassy and vacant stares of the other girls. This party was pretty tame, a Sunday night last gasp of weekend fun. There were probably only a couple dozen non-sorority people besides myself, mostly boyfriends and once-in-a-while boyfriends. Heather was one of them, she'd been initiated and molded when we were freshman. It was only ten but I was bored. I wanted to leave and used Georgia as an excuse. I joined the circle to retrieve my high school blonde. "Hey, Stephen, Georgia's gonna pledge next fall!" My girlfriend was petting her. She was drunk. I'd made sure Georgia only drank one beer. She never complained, she'd let me fend off the other girls and guys who wanted to give her alcohol. "Really? That's fantastic, maybe she'll become a rastafarian too, ease the transition." Heather drunkenly wrapped herself around me. "No, no, no. Dreadlocks are nasty. Georgia, you won't get dreadlocks will you?" She looked at the younger girl, who blushed and shook her head. They liked her, she was like their pet, they asked her a million questions, loved how innocent she was. "Well, she's gotta get home, so say goodbye." The circle of girls hugged her and all spoke at the same time, unintelligibly, and she looked pretty overwhelmed by it all. "Stephen, you gonna come back after?" Heather was standing on my feet, rubbing her crotch against my thigh. "I thought I'd just go home, I've got class at eight tomorrow." She frowned, tried to suck my tongue out of my mouth. She asked me a couple more times if I was coming back, bit me a couple times before she finally let go. Georgia was waiting, watching the mess unfold in front of her. I extricated Georgia from the girl love fest, took her to my car. I looked at her when we got in the car, Heather and the other girls thought she was harmless, this gullible little high school girl. She was tiny, shy around people she didn't know but popular at her own school, incredibly pretty. She was my favorite person, easily. She'd had a crush on me since she hit puberty. I teased her endlessly when we were in high school, flirted with her to the point that Nate would get irritated. Told her that she was my sweetheart and we were gonna get married when she graduated high school. I toned all that down when I started spending time with her for real after Nate left for school. I wasn't looking to do anything but spend time with her; we both missed Nate, it just sort of turned into something more. I took Georgia out on Sundays because my girlfriend either slept all day or did her school work then. I took her to pick apples and pumpkins in the Fall, went sledding in Winter, hiked in Spring, went to the beach in Summer, a lot of kid stuff. I'd usually see her during the week, talk to her on the phone and computer almost daily. She wanted to be my girlfriend, she wouldn't say it out loud, but she didn't really mask her desire. And it wasn't like I was leading her on...maybe I was a little. Georgia knew I was with Heather. I'd only kissed her a couple times in her room before that night I asked her to go down on me. Sure those earlier make-out sessions lasted hours, but this was altogether new, she was much more nervous faced with my naked penis. I was genuinely drunk, but she did it. She'd called me at a party because I hadn't seen her that weekend, she kind of demanded that I come to her--so I did. A few more blowjobs and handjobs later, months had passed and we were hooking up every time we were together. No sex though, she was still my high school virgin. "You don't really want to join a sorority your first semester at college, right?" She thought about it before answering. "Maybe not my first semester...but they're nice girls, I think it would be fun living in the house with them." "They suck away any personality a new girl has. I've seen them do it. Don't join their cult, Georgie." She giggled. "How can you say that? Your girlfriend's like the house mom." "I can't deal with her when she's with them. She's a normal person when I get her off campus." It was a short drive to her house on the hill overlooking the college, far enough away that you could only make out the tower and main lecture hall. When I pulled onto her street she broke the silence. "Stephen, you have class early tomorrow?" She was worried that I might not come inside. "Yeah, but we can still hang out if you want." She looked relieved. "Ok." I parked at the curb in front of her house so that the trees in her yard hid my car. She lived with her mom, and we didn't want her mom to see my car at six the next morning. She lead me to the side door, her bedroom was on the first floor so I didn't have to climb in or out of any windows in case we fell asleep. Her mom was suspicious of me, but not enough that she ever said anything. "I think my mom's in bed." We turned the corner and went right into her room. She locked the door as was usual. I took off my coat and shoes and sat on her bed. She took off her jacket and hung it in her closet. She was wearing a thin white sweater. She stepped out of her shoes and lost an inch or two. "Come here, Georgie." She sat on the bed next to me, thigh to thigh. I could almost make out her heart beating under her sweater she was so anxious. "Should I turn the TV on?" When her mom was up we usually turned the TV on, in case we got a little loud. "Nah, let's just talk a little. I've been dying to kiss you. I wanted to at the party. Your mouth's very kissable, Georgie." She leaned in and I kissed her, tasted her lip gloss. I held her cheek in my hand and we kissed soft for a few minutes. She never seemed to regret the things we did--and to her we probably weren't being bad to my girlfriend. In Georgia's mind I was her boyfriend too. "Every time you sat down tonight, I wanted to just jump in your lap. I wish I could see you more. I wish you were mine for real. I've never had a real boyfriend." I felt bad. I kind of tied up the last few years of her life with the hope that I'd eventually become her boyfriend. I never told her I would, but I know I'd be jealous if she started seeing someone. She was my virgin after all. "I'm sorry, Georgia. I want to see you all the time, but I'm still with Heather." I wanted to make her feel better about it, she'd been asking me to take her to one of her school dances for a while. "Hey, you have your Winter Semi coming up, right?" She nodded. "I'll take you if you want." She smiled, hugged me. "That'd be great, Stephen! I got a new dress for it, you wanna see?" "Nah, I want it to be a surprise." She kissed me, I explored her mouth, sucked on her little pink tongue. She moaned into my mouth. She held her mouth open for me, almost paralyzed, I tasted all of her. I rubbed her back and arms and thigh over her skirt. She'd given me oral countless times, I'd played with her puss, but I'd never given her oral. I wanted to change that. "Georgia, can I go down on you?" She nodded, but she didn't look like she knew what I meant. "Like lick my coochie?" I nodded. She blushed and smiled. I kissed her and told her to lay back. She rested against her pillows, legs together. I ran my hand underneath her skirt over her thigh, she shivered and wiggled around. I put my other hand up her skirt and pulled her panties down her legs, she shimmied out of them for me. It was a blue thong, I was bummed that I didn't get to see it on her cute little ass. I put her underwear to my nose and inhaled, she wasn't that worked up yet, but it was still that sexy female smell. "Lean back a little more." She moved down, I parted her legs, got between them. Her skirt lifted and I could see her lightly furred blonde puss. Her tiny lips were pressed together. I kissed her inner thighs, she shook a little. I kissed her right on her slit and her lips quivered. "Ahh!" She squeaked when I licked her slit and swirled my tongue over her clit. She tasted fresh, virginal, she was moist. I stuck my tongue into her little hole, she tried to close her legs on my face. I held her open, ate her out with more need. She was wiggling around on the bed. Moaning lightly, her breathing was laboured. I sucked on her lips and explored her inside. When I trailed down to her perineum she twisted and giggled. She had no idea. "Oh boy...Stephen! What you doin'?" I ran my tongue down her ass crack and lightly over her anus. Her hips went nuts, she giggled nervously. I went back to her puss, sucked on her clit. "Ahh, it feels so good, Stephen...unnh, fuck!" She came hard, squeezed my head with her thighs, quivered and shook around me, my tongue still buried in her treasure. I crawled over her and kissed her, stuck my pussy slick tongue in her mouth. She'd never tasted that before. We made out, my erection pressing through my jeans against her exposed crotch. "Play with me." I opened my pants, let my cock out. She held it, stroked me gently as I kissed her neck and ear. I wanted her mouth on me as soon as possible so I wouldn't try and fuck her. I moved up the bed and she knew what I wanted. I slid my pants to my knees so my balls were free. She held my cock so she could put her lips around the tip. She wasn't very good at it, she just sort of sucked, took a couple inches in her mouth then stroked awkwardly, licked a little. What got me off was her inexperience, the fact that she'd suck me and not ask for anything in return, would swallow me when I came. I never lasted long with her sucking on the head of my cock, looking up at me. I told her I was going to cum and she prepared herself. I shot and shot into her warm, wet, mouth and she continually swallowed so she wouldn't choke. Finally, when she thought I was done she'd suck me a little more then pull her mouth off, wipe off her chin and cheeks. I pulled her over me so we could kiss, she was heat, her skirt was still bunched up and I wasn't wearing pants. My semi-hard cock was pressed against her virgin lips, we rubbed against each other lightly as we made out. "I love you, Georgie." I said it lightly, because I cared about her and wanted to be honest. "I love you, Stephen." She said it serious because she believed it. We lay in her pink room on her little twin bed and rubbed our genitals together. I fondled her breasts over her sweater, squeezed her naked ass. "Georgia, take off your sweater, I've never seen you all the way naked." Usually I'd get her top off when she went down on me, play with her breasts, or just her bottoms when we were stroking each other. She removed her sweater and bra, her tits were perfect, they were small but looked bigger on her frame, fun to play with. I took my shirt off too, my pants were already off. I lay next to her, we were both entirely naked. I held her waist and we kissed. I kissed her body, suckled her breasts, played with her nipples, fingered her sopping puss. She was all over the place, loving the attention. I could have sex with her, she'd let me. But I didn't want to, because I knew I'd have to become her boyfriend for real, I'd have to dump Heather and deal with Nate and Georgia's mom. I wanted her all to myself, but at the same time I didn't want to deal with all the baggage. "You make me feel so sexy, Stephen. I love you." We were pressed together again, I was hard, resting against her flat belly. "Let me make love to you, Georgia." She shook her head. "Not unless you promise to be my boyfriend and no one elses." I told her to put her pajamas on. I watched her climb out of bed, her labia parted and gave me a peek of her pink insides. She slipped on her pajama pants and t-shirt, no underwear, and got back in bed with a naked me. "Stephen, are you gonna stay all night?" I told her I'd stay if she wanted me to. She pulled the sheet over us, pushed herself against me. My erect cock pressed against her bottom was amazing. I thought I could stay aroused the whole night just lying with her. "Please, stay." I told her I would and we talked and I fondled her a little more until we fell asleep. She always woke up before me, always in time for me to leave and just make it to class. One of the reasons she always had to wake up first was because she still sometimes wet the bed. I'd experienced it a couple mornings, waking up in her wet spot. I couldn't tease her about it, the look on her face was horrible, pure embarrassment. She wouldn't let me sleep in the same bed as her for weeks after. "Stephen, wake up, you gotta go to school, wake up." I pretended to sleep so she'd get nervous that I wouldn't get up in time, she began shaking me and whispering louder in my ear. I turned and grabbed her, pulled her to me and kissed her neck, she screeched in surprise then covered her mouth. "Quit it, you gotta go, my mom probably heard!" She looked so amazing in the morning, her hair a mess, still bright eyed. "Georgie, let's ditch school today." She smiled. "Ok. What you wanna do?" Last time we ditched together we drove across the state because she wanted to go to the Lucille Ball Museum. "You wanna get married today?" Her eyes went wide, she slapped my chest. "Yes! How?" "Ouch. We'll go to the courthouse and get a marriage license. You wanna be my wife?" "Yes! Don't tease me, Stephen..." She pouted. I wasn't really thinking things through, I wanted her. "I guess you'll just have to come with me and see if I'm serious." She giggled. "Ok, you have to go and then come back. I need to get ready and my mom will be up in a little while." "George, you'll need your birth certificate and learner's permit." "Ok, go." I kissed her quick and got dressed and was out the door in a minute. I went home and put a suit on, pulled in front of her house and sent her a text. She came out in jeans and jean jacket with her purse. When she got in the car she smiled then frowned. "Oh boy, I didn't think about dressing up, I'll go get changed." I grabbed her before she could escape. "We'll go shopping first." She liked that. We drove just down the street to the mall. The department stores were open, there was no one but sales people around. She looked at a million dresses, not school dance type dresses, more grown up type dresses. "This one. This is a getting married today type of dress." It was blue with a white belt, she tried it on and showed me. "It's perfect." She had to get new shoes too, that probably took longer than getting the dress. She wore her new outfit out, jean jacket over her dress because it was getting chilly. We drove downtown, it was morning and busy. We parked in the parking garage. "Ok, Georgia, you ready?" "Stephen, I love you, I wanna marry you." She held my arm across the street, we went in and waited in line at the licenses desk, filled out the residence forms. "You wanna move in with me, maybe this Friday?" "Of course silly, I'm gonna be your wife!" "We'll have to explain this to our families...they aren't going to be too happy, you know?" She nodded, finished filling out her information. When it was our turn at the desk the lady looked over our form, took our licenses and birth certificates and disappeared into a back room. "I told my mom I needed my birth certificate for a cheer competition. How long do you think it'll take?" The woman returned, smiled and told us the mayor himself would be free in an hour to marry us. She took our money and told us where to go at eleven. Georgia giggled and took my hand and we went into a waiting room. "You wanna call anyone, tell them what we're up to?" She shook her head. "She said we don't need anyone special for a witness. I don't want to call any of my friends until after. Your sister is the only person I can think of that we might want to come?" "I'll call her." Karen was three years older than me, I'd taken Georgia to her art gallery a few times, they really liked each other. I called her, told Georgia what she said, "She was at the gallery, she's gonna walk here. She thinks I'm in trouble for some reason." When she arrived we took her in with us, she was surprised to see Georgia. "What are you two up to?" "Hey Karen, since you're my favorite sister of all time and Georgia loves you too, we wanted you to be our witness when we got married." To say she looked surprised was an understatement, her jaw dropped. A woman came in to tell us the mayor was ready. Karen followed us into an office. We'd ambushed her, she usually had plenty to say and all she could get out was a few questions. Before she could make sense of the scene we were standing before the mayor getting married. I kissed Georgia and it was over, Karen and one of the mayor's aides signed the certificate. We were ushered out into the lobby and finally Karen let us have it. "You two just got married?! Stephen, you tricked me, I thought you were in trouble and I rushed over here and now Mom and Dad are gonna kill me for letting you get married. Georgia! Did he trick you too?" "No, I love him and I've wanted to marry him since I was six-years-old." Karen laughed, hugged Georgia and hugged me. "Ok, I'm going back to work. The two of you are crazy and I'm gonna pretend like this is a surprise to me when Mom calls hysterical." She left and I was alone with my new wife walking back to the parking garage. "Wanna go get some wedding rings?" She smiled and nodded. We drove down to my friend's dad's jewelry store. A woman was working, she showed us the wedding bands. "Pick which ones you like." She tried on a few, finally chose two gold bands with birds etched on them. It wasn't as expensive as I thought it would be, and I made a mental note to return to get her a proper ring. We left with our rings on our fingers and went to lunch. "I like being married to you so far, Stephen." She ate her sandwich. "Me too, Georgie. You dress nice." She smiled. "Thanks. My husband took me shopping this morning." We finished and walked around the downtown walkways, she wouldn't let go of my hand, she kept looking down at our rings. "Hey, I know we talked about moving in on Friday, but I'd like you to stay over tonight." "Definitely. I'll tell my mom I'm staying over at Joan's." She was almost agonizingly pretty then, her hair was pushed back over her right ear with a clip. I felt bad, I knew she deserved someone that would be good to her and not wake up one morning and want to marry her on a whim. "Hey, Georgie, I promise I want to be your husband and take care of you forever." "I know, Stephen. I'm gonna take care of you forever too--make your dinner, make your babies." "You better graduate high school first." She giggled. "After high school you'll have graduated too and be designing your circuits, and maybe we can make a baby then?" Jesus, we were married for an hour and she was talking about getting pregnant. She was so petite, I tried to picture her pregnant. "We can talk about that next week, you know, after we tell our families we're married this week." She said ok, but she was thinking about houses and babies and making Sunday roasts. My High School Wife We went to my apartment. She'd been over plenty, but now it was going to be her home. She sat on my lap on the couch and told me what she wanted to change about each room. She was quiet, then she kissed my cheek. "Stephen, I wanna show you somethin', get me my purse." I retrieved her Beatles purse from the coffee table. She rummaged through it and showed me a beat up picture. "See." It was a picture of us from grade school. I was a turtle, she was a fairie or a princess or both. "This is my favorite picture, I carry it with me everywhere because that night was so much fun. You and Nathan let me come trick or treating with you and you were so sweet to me." "God, Nate's gonna kill me..." She looked worried when I said that. "I'll tell him, he'll be mad but he'll have to get over it." She stroked my cheek, looked in my eyes for a long time. "What you wanna do, Georgia?" She smiled slyly. "In Romeo and Juliet they get married but don't get to consumate it, so they're never fully married...we should go get fully married." She said the last bit really low, she was nervous and anxious. "But Georgia, dear, it's only three in the afternoon?!" She giggled. I picked her up and walked with her to the bedroom. She had her dress off before I even put her on the bed. She set the picture of us as kids on my night stand. I lay over her warm body in her underwear and started to kiss her soft. She stopped me. "Wait, Stephen." She reached over to the nightstand and flipped the picture over. "I don't want Nathan to see." She giggled, I attacked her neck with my mouth, she squealed. I removed my shirt and pants while I kissed her. She sucked on my tongue, rubbed her panty clad puss up against my pelvis. We'd gotten this far on this bed so many times, but always knowing we wouldn't have sex. I opened the drawer of my night stand and took out a tube. "What's that?" "Spermacide. So we don't make a baby today." She looked pissed, hit the tube out of my hand. "That's gross, Stephen! You used that with Heather?! I don't want her used contraceptive." Oops. "Sorry... I don't have any condoms, Georgia." "I can't get pregnant, I'm still a virgin." Jesus... "You haven't taken Ms. Heath's health class yet?" She shook her head. "That's next semester." She reached into my boxers and pulled my hardening penis out through the opening. "Well, you can get pregnant your first time." She was irritated now, she had stroked me to full mast. "Well, I'm your wife, so make love to me." At least she didn't threaten me like Heather. Then again, Heather was on the pill, Georgia wasn't. I slid her out of her panties and blew over her puss and thin blonde bush. She cooed. I licked her lips to get her going, dug my tongue into her pink. I finished undressing while I ate her out. "Come up here." I climbed up between her legs, she lifted them, caressed my sides with her thighs. When my cock brushed her lips we both shivered. "I'm ready, Stephen." She was nervous, I was too. I put my cock to her entrance, parted her warm moist furrow and stopped with the head of my cock inside her. "Pretty girl, we're about to get to that point...you want me to go slow or quick?" She was scared, I pecked her mouth. "Quick...then stay still." I moved, felt her hymen, thought of my first girlfriend and a similar circumstance then thrust through her virginity and paused with her soft breasts mashed against my chest. "Ouch! Ahhhh..." She winced, she was in pain, a tear trickled down her cheek to the pillow. I wasn't fully in her, but her puss was brilliant, tight, the best slick tunnel I'd ever experienced. "Georgie, if you want I can pull out." "No, stay, it's already getting better. Stay." Her body was pure heat beneath me, her soft breasts and pointy nipples poking me. She felt so small beneath me, this little frame that I desired more than any other female I'd ever been with. It had always been there, this desire to have all of her, it just never seemed right until the night before. "Georgie, you feel so good, I'll stay right here for as long as you want." She giggled. "Good, cuz I don't want you going anywhere. But you can move a little now, I think I'm ready for the fun part." I kissed her and began stroking in and out of her gently, eliciting all sorts of strange sounds from her mouth and body. Squishing, groans, mewls, laboured breathing...that was another thing, the smell of her breath was even sexy, just made me harder as I fucked her, my high school cheerleader wife. "God, I don't think I can last long with you, you're so small down there." She smiled, she was moving with me now. I'd bottomed out in her and picked up the pace. "I was scared of it...my husband's penis. Hehe. Ahh! You fit so well, so nice and snug in me. I loved holding it and sucking it, now I'm gonna love this." Her face was different, I'd never seen her like this--enjoying sex, her expressions. I was plainly fucking her now, I wasn't pounding her or trying to hurt her, but it was tough trying to be gentle. I was losing it. Her eyes were half-closed, her lips were parted and dry from panting. I licked her lips. She was so involved that she couldn't kiss me back while I thrusted into her warm wet puss. "I'm gonna come, Georgia." She opened her eyes, stared into mine, bit her lip as I drove into her hard for those last couple dozen strokes. I sighed/groaned and came deep into her perfect vagina. I lay against her as rope after rope left me and into her womb. I finished and kissed her cheeks and neck. "That was nice, Stephen, I thought it would keep hurting. You were gentle and sexy." She hadn't come yet, I nudged her clit with the back of my fingers, ground it into her pelvis. "Ohh, gawd, Stephen!" I was buried in her, she was moving her hips under me, loving the magic my fingers were doing on her clit. It seemed like less than a minute before she began losing it. "Ahh, it hurts, oh, gawd, fuck!" She came, her vagina contracted around my cock, her thighs quivered. Her cheeks were red, she was breathing heavy and staring up at me. "You ok?" She nodded. "It was nice with you rubbing me, then before I came it hurt and I thought it was gonna hurt a lot, but then when I came it felt so amazing, the best ever!" She kissed me, we made out and I got off her. After we had an intimate staring and caressing contest she got up on her elbows and looked down at her cunt. "She used to be so pretty, now she's a mess..." There was a small red stain on the sheet between her legs, but no blood was evident on her puss. She was just commenting on her freshly fucked puss. "Don't worry, she'll go back...but we'd like to visit again soon." She saw my erection, played with her labia, smiled at me. "Stephen, let's talk a little, she needs to rest a minute." "Ok. How about you tell me why you won't get your driver's license." She bit her lip, thought about it. "You don't understand how terrible I am at driving...can't you just drive me everywhere for the next sixty years?" I laughed. "Will you at least go driving with me, maybe you just need a different teacher?" "I failed driver's ed. I've had half a dozen different teachers. I'm not supposed to drive, Stephen. But I'll drive you around if you want, just not anywhere there are other cars." "You wanna keep me safe?" She nodded. I kissed her shoulder, she wrapped her arms around my neck. "Speaking of accidents...are you gonna kick me out of your bed if I have an accident tonight or tomorrow or more than a dozen nights in the next couple months?" I sort of forgot about her accidents. I thought about all the hassle it was going to be changing the sheets and cleaning pee out of the mattress, not to mention sleeping in a puddle. "Well, it's your bed now too, so you have every right to pee in it...but we'd better get your special pad to put under the sheets...probably need a bigger one though. They make super sized pee protectors?" She bit my shoulder and laughed. "It's not funny, they probably do. I don't want to ruin the mattress, or have you wake up and be covered in pee. Yuck. I don't want you to even know I go to the bathroom." "Well, remember that I've already experienced one of your wet dreams. Hehe, I pretty much went through the scientific method that morning, trying to figure out what had happened." She blushed and squeezed me. "Don't, Stephen. I've been teased forever about it, don't you start, you've never done it before." "If peeing in the bed and not being able to drive are your only flaws...well, then you're sort of perfect, Georgie." She kissed my cheek. "You're sort of perfect, Stephen. Even though you're cheating on your girlfriend with your wife." "Yeah, she's not going to take this easy. I'll have to tell her in person, risk getting things thrown at me." She was rubbing my cheek, feeling the stubble I didn't have time to shave that morning. "I don't really want you to see her again, but a call or text would be terrible." I thought about all the drama that was coming our way. "My parents will love you, Georgia, they already know you pretty well and think you're the sweetest girl of all time, so after the initial shock it shouldn't be a problem. Karen, Chrissy, and Danielle will love the drama of it all. Karen's probably already told them, I don't even want to check my messages. Nate and your mom are gonna be the hard sells." "I already know Nathan is going to yell at both of us, probably try to hit you, try to get me to get unmarried...please don't fight Nate, Stephen, he's gonna say a lot of things he'll regret. I've waited to be with you for so long that there's nothing my mom or Nate can say or do to make me leave you. They're pretty much my whole family, so I'm really out on a limb here...if you don't really love me and need me the same as I do you, I won't have anyone after this." "You're gonna have your mom and brother and me forever, Georgia. Nate might end up hating me and maybe we'll never be friends again, but you won't lose him and your ma over this." She moved her mouth to mine and we made out. "Stephen, I just wanna stay in bed with you for a week." "Georgie, I do to, but we're going to school tomorrow. We'll go on a trip in the next few months, our breaks might overlap, if not we can have a couple weekend trips." "Honeymoon afternoon...hehe, I think I'm ready for round two." She climbed on top of me, her long blonde hair fell all over my face and neck. "We can have a real wedding too, maybe this Summer--if our families can stand us by then." She smiled, pressed her warm crotch against my thigh. "That would be the best. If not, will you take me to my prom?" I laughed. "I'll take you to your prom and to your wedding." My doorbell rang. It was four or five in the afternoon, I couldn't even guess who it would be, maybe my parents, my sister Karen, maybe Nate had somehow found out and had driven four hours to beat me up. "Are you gonna get the door?" She didn't think anything of it. "No, I wanna stay here with you." She sat up. "You don't have your phone on, what if it's important?" "Ok, I'll get the door, stay here." She watched me put my pants on, winked at me. Whoever was at the door was knocking now. I opened it, it was my girlfriend, Heather. She smiled. "Hey, baby, you turn your phone off? I thought you were gonna come over after econ. You were sleeping? Let's take a shower then go for dinner." I didn't get a chance to say anything. She came in. "Heather, let's sit down. I've got something to tell you." We sat on the couch, she brushed something off my chest. "What?" "Me and Georgia got married this morning." She laughed, got up and grabbed my hand. I thought she even spotted my wedding band. "C'mon, let's go take a shower and you can tell me the rest." Georgia came out then, she'd put her jeans and sweater from the morning back on and fixed her hair. "Hey, Georgia, wanna go to dinner with us?" She thought Georgia was just over, she hadn't put two and two together. George didn't know what to say, she looked guilty. Another girl would of come out wrapped in the bedsheet, but George was a good girl. "Heather, I'm sorry, I really did marry Georgia this morning. I love her." Georgia blushed. Heather looked at both of us, she looked irritated but still didn't seem to believe it. "You slept with her? Don't make up stories, if you kissed her or whatever just tell me." She eyed George, looked back and forth at the rings on our fingers. "We were married this morning at the courthouse, Karen was there. I'm sorry, Heather." The full realization hit her then, tears streamed from her eyes, no sound came from her. She took a step toward George, I took a step to guard her from any potential attack. "I'm sorry, Heather." Georgia finally spoke. "I was so nice to you, Georgia, hung out with you, invited you to my house, and you steal my boyfriend? What the fuck?" Georgia looked scared. "I'm sorry, I love him." "I loved him, he was mine and you stabbed me in the back. You're a horrible person, Georgia. And you--you're a liar, all those times I asked you if you were into her and you said she was like one of your sisters..." She slapped me hard, I didn't see it coming, it hurt. She eyed George, contemplated hitting her too, but turned and walked out. I stood in the living room silent until I heard Heather's car leave the driveway. Georgia began crying, no one had ever said anything like that to her before, she was overwhelmed. I hugged her to me. "I kinda wish I'd just stayed in bed with you." She smiled briefly. "She's right, I'm a horrible person." "You're not a horrible person because you love me. We belong together, it's my fault for kissing you and not breaking up with her months ago." "We're going to have to go through this a bunch more. I don't want to. I wanna go back to bed." I put her back in bed, got her a drink. "We have to deal with all of it if we wanna be together. You aren't thinking about taking back today are you?" She shook her head. "No, I wanna disappear with you. I love you." We lay in bed for a while. "Want me to make you dinner?" "You're gonna make me dinner, Stephen?" "Yes. Go to the living room and watch TV, I'll make you dinner." "No, I wanna watch you, I don't believe you." "Ok. I gotta put a shirt on." "No, don't wear a shirt, it's kinda kinky." We went into the kitchen, she sat at the table. She watched me go to work. "You're so sexy, I wish you were wearing an apron. I wanna bite your butt." "You can do whatever you want to me tonight." "Promise?" She'd already forgotten our encounter with Heather, if only telling our families would be as cut and dry...