6 comments/ 32034 views/ 14 favorites The Start of Our Lives Together By: freemic3040 I wake up and instantly notice the thin arms wrapped around me. My head clears a little and I feel my wife's breasts pressed up against my back. My wife. Wow it still seems weird to say. I'm now a married man and we are sleeping at her cabin on the first morning of our honeymoon and the rest of our lives together. I slink out of her arms because I need to go to the bathroom. Luckily I ease out and don't disturb her sleeping. I stand up and look down on the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and the love of my life. I must be the luckiest guy on Earth to be married to this goddess. I relieve myself in the bathroom and make my way back out into the bedroom. I stand over her and can't help but feel so blessed to have her in my life. Let me go back 8 months when we first met and tell you how we came to be here. I was raised in a single-parent household my whole life because my "father" ran out on my mom when he heard that she was pregnant. Mom was everything to me growing up. She always told me how much she loved me and that I was the most important thing in her life. And she was mine. I only grew to 5'6" (Mom was 5'8") but she never jibed me about it. She told me that everyone grew to their exact height and were perfect the way they were. Still I would have loved to have been taller. And a little more manly. I shared many of her features and was a "beautiful boy". I didn't like the term because I would have rather been handsome or dashing, but Mom always had that gleam in her eyes when she called me that so I never said anything to her. I was an A student growing up. I was very smart, but do to my slight stature, I wasn't any good at sports and so always dove head-first into my studies so that I could get an academic scholarship. Mom had a small lingerie business and did well, but I didn't want to have to depend on her. I wanted to prove that I could be a real man. I was valedictorian of my class and so had a full academic scholarship to any state school in Texas . I chose Texas ATM because we lived right near campus and I could stay at home while going to school. I know not very "real man" of me, but Mom really hinted that that is what she really wanted. She never came out and asked me to stay, but the smile on her face when I told her that was what I was going to do told me that that is how she felt. Things were going great the first 3 ½ semester of school. Well great school wise. I was well on my way to my accounting degree and lacked only one semester to go before graduation. Since I lived at home and was very shy to do my small stature I didn't make many friends. Really zero, except for a few classmates that I had in several classes that occasionally asked me for help with an assignment. No one that I would hang out with or anything though. I was all set to graduate summa cum laude, when disaster struck. Mom had been going to the doctor's a lot more in the past couple months, but I had never thought much about it. She had told me that it was "women's issues" and so I never asked her to elaborate. What she didn't tell me is that she had been diagnosed with cancer. I didn't know until January of my final semester, and only then because she started doing chemo-therapy. I was with her for every appointment and every night was there to take care of and watch over her. But that wasn't enough. She died in April right before finals. My grades had already slipped some due to the fact that she was taking away some of my time, but my finals were very below my standards. I passes, but just barely, and so my GPA took a hit. It's not how I wanted to end my school career, because it doesn't look good to future employees to end on such a low note. But none of that mattered to me. I was a mess. I had lost the only person in my life that had ever truly cared about me, and I them. Mom had been everything to me. She was my best friend and now I had no one. I sold her business and decided to move. I couldn't stay in our house or stay near anyone that I knew. I had to go far away and start fresh because that is what she would have wanted. She always wanted me to go out and be happy, but I was always so shy that I couldn't really meet people that easy. I moved to Colorado because I always loved the mountains and the cold air. It was a welcome change from the hot humid airs of Texas . I had some money from selling the house and Mom's business, but no job prospects. I moved into a small apartment and set off job hunting. But no one was looking for an accountant at this time and I settled for working at a coffee bar as a barista/bus boy. I know it wasn't a great job, but it did help me come out of my shell more. I had to talk to people every day, even if it was just taking their order. I had been working at the coffee shop about two months when I noticed this striking woman come in. She was always dressed very nice and was absolutely stunning. She was about 5'10" and very thin. I thought that she could easily be a model. I pegged her to be around 28 or 29 years old. She had beautiful chocolate brown hair that she wore short, and a bronze to her skin that made her look like she was always tan. She started coming to the shop regularly on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays around 3:00p.m. My shift was from 8-4 and so I got to see her at least three times a week for a little over a month. She always ordered a tall latte and then sat at a table and did work on her lap top. One day after a month or so of her regular routine, I was busing some tables near her when she got my attention and slid a piece of paper to me. I opened the note and my heart fell into my stomach and I became instantly ill. The note said: "I just wanted you to know that your panty line is showing in those pants." I wanted to die right there. This woman who I had been dreaming about now for over a month knew my secret: I wore panties. I have said that my Mom owned a lingerie shop, and so I was always around the lacey and silky wonders. I had started wearing them when I hit puberty. I just loved the feel and loved to rub them on myself. My Mom found (which was so embarrassing), but told me that it was okay with her if I wore them. She had seen that I had taken a pair of hers, because she saw them poke out of my jeans when I bent over to pick something up in the kitchen one day. She told me that it was okay, but that I needed to get my own and not use hers. Luckily she just measured me and brought me some home. I had been wearing them since I was 14 and absolutely loved it. But now the woman who I adored had found out, and I was soooo embarrassed. I couldn't even look at her as a finished the note. My hands were just shaking the paper as I held my breath and waited for the floor to open and swallow me up. I dropped the note and quickly told my boss that I needed to leave earlier because I wasn't feeling well. She told me to go home and come back tomorrow and that she hoped I felt better. I grabbed my jacket and rushed out the door and was quickly walking down the sidewalk when I heard the lady call to me. I heard her but couldn't face her and so kept walking. But do to my small strides, she caught up to me and turned me to face her. I kept my eyes down though cus I couldn't look her in the eyes after she saw my secret. "Please don't tell anyone what you saw. These pants are a little tight and I never wear them but I forgot to do laundry and they were the only clean pair I had." She cupped my chin in her hand and raised my face until my eyes met hers. I was trying to hold back the tears but they were forming at the corners and I knew she could see them. "I would never do such a thing. I wasn't trying to embarrass or make fun of you. I just wanted to let you know so that no one else would see." I sniffled back the tears and tried to be strong. I barely squeaked out, "thank you," before I felt a tear roll down my left cheek. She wiped it away and pulled me to her. "I'm so sorry that I made you feel this way. This isn't what I wanted at all. Please forgive me." I shook my head yes and whispered, "it's okay. Thank you for letting me know. I would be so embarrassed if they found out at work." "Let me take you to dinner to make it up to you. I know a great place that we can go." I looked at her in disbelief. "You don't have to do that. It's okay. You don't owe me dinner or anything. It was me being stupid and wearing something I proly shouldn't that's the problem." "First off, you should wear whatever you like. I can't actually see your panties, but I bet they look amazing on that cute little body of yours." I sucked in a deep breath and looked at her in amazement. She thought I was cute? She doesn't mind that I wear panties? "Secondly, I want to take you to dinner because I want to have dinner with you. I've been coming to that coffee shop three times a week for over a month now and it isn't because your coffee is that great. I want to get to know you and wasn't sure of how to ask you out." "You want to go out with me? Like on a date?" "Of course. But only if you want to go with me." "Yes!!" I screamed at her. Then I noticed how loud and anxious I was. "I mean yes of course I would love to go out with you tonight." A smile crossed her lips and she pulled me close once again. "Well then let's go." "Umm, can I change first. I live just around the corner and want to get out of my work clothes." "Certainly. I'll walk you there." After I had changed we walked back and got into her car. She had a BMW and I was very impressed. I had dressed nice as per her request. We went to a lovely French restaurant and since it was still really early, we were the only ones there. Over dinner we opened up a little bit to each other and told each other about ourselves. I had told her all about Mom and my life and how I had come to be in Colorado . I don't know why, but I felt I could tell this woman anything since she knew my biggest secret, and didn't care at all about it. Her name is Jasmine and she was an orphan now. Her parents had died shortly she had finished college with her business degree. She likewise had moved to Colorado to escape her old home of New Jersey and had used their money to open her own lingerie store. I later found out that she had several stores and was quite wealthy. But at the time she didn't say and I didn't care. She could have been a cleaning lady for all I cared. She told me that she only noticed the panty lines due to the fact that panties were her way of life. She often looked for VPL (visible panty lines) everywhere she went and always discreetly told the women she saw about them. I lowered my head when she said that she told "the women" that she saw. I was still a little embarrassed by my panties, but she lifted my head and told me that she bet I looked better in the panties than over ¾ of the women that she helped every day. That made me smile and I felt secure with her. Dinner ended all too soon and she drove me home. I nervously thanked her for a great night when we got back to my apartment. I sheepishly told her that this was my first actual date. "Really? Then I guess that this is your first actual kiss then too huh?" She then grabbed the back of my head and pressed her full lips to mine. My eyes shot open in surprise, but rapidly closed as I was swept away into heaven. I felt her tongue outline my lips, and when I opened my lips her tongue dove inside. I quickly ran my tongue around hers and then gently sucked on her tongue. This was the greatest moment of my life. She pulled away and gave me a beaming smile. My breath was taken away and I felt light-headed. "That was amazing," was all I could mutter. "Thank you," she said and winked at me. "You were not too bad yourself." I blushed and she told me how cute I looked. It at once reminded me of my Mom always calling me her beautiful boy, and for some reason I wasn't embarrassed to be called cute by this gorgeous woman. "Can I take you out again tomorrow," she asked me. I could only nod my head yes, which elicited a giggle from her. She told me she would pick me up the next morning since it was Saturday and we both had the day off. I could hardly sleep that night, and when I did Jasmine filled my dreams. Jasmine picked me up at 10:30 and drove us out to a local park for a picnic. She had packed a light lunch and brought along a blanket for us to sit on. Once again we talked about any and everything. We just felt such a connection that the conversation flowed freely and honestly. I told her how I have always been shy and that she was the first person I had been out with because I was always to scared to ask any one out. The picnic was great and when we were done eating we just laid there and soaked up the sun. We felt comfortable enough with each other that if there was a moment of silence, we didn't feel like we had to say something. The silence wasn't awkward, it was nice. I could have laid there and stared at her forever. I couldn't figure out why this beautiful woman would want to be with me, but I determined not to mess it up. I really wanted to kiss her, but was still so shy that I didn't know how to make the first move. As if reading my mind, Jasmine rolled over and went up on her hands and knees over me and lent down and kissed me. I was so eager that when she stopped the first kiss, I raised up met her mouth and opened mine to accept her probing tongue again. I loved the way she tasted and couldn't get enough. "My you are eager," she chuckled as she pulled away. "I've been thinking about that since the last time I saw you. I just didn't know how to make a move. I'm sorry." "Don't apologize baby. It's all I've been thinking about too," she said with a bright smile. "And I like how innocent and submissive you are. I like being in control. Is that okay with you?" "I like you that way too," I barely whispered out. She gave me that huge smile again and leaned down so we could make out again. After the picnic was over she took me home, because she had to go out of town. She would be gone for the next week and I was already missing her that night. Jasmine called me on Sunday and told me she had been thinking of me the whole time too. My smile was so big that my cheek muscles started hurting while we talked. Jasmine came back into town on Friday and picked me up at the coffee shop when my shift was over. As soon as we got into her car, Jasmine reached across and grabbed my face with her hands and we shared a steamy kiss. "I have missed you. Especially how you taste Michael." I blushed red all over, which only emitted a chuckle from her. She kissed me again and then drove me to my place so I could change and we could go to dinner. Dinner was great. I couldn't believe how hear-over-heels I had become for this lady that I had known for a little over a week. I could see the same in her eyes; I hoped. She dropped me off after dinner and we had another mini-make out session in her car before I had to go. I wanted to ask her up, but lacked the courage to do so. She had to go to her store the next day to discuss with her employees some of the things she had learned form her other stores that she was at on her trip. I meekly asked her if she would like to come over tomorrow night when she got off and I would cook us dinner. "That's sounds lovely. I didn't know you could cook." "Well it was just me and mom growing up, and she taught me all she knew about cooking. Would spaghetti be alright?" "Mmmmm. I love spaghetti. I hope you have meatballs too," she said with a devious smile. "I will make them as well," I said as she kissed me one last time and I went upstairs to my apartment. Her comment had made me a little nervous because she had put a sexual innuendo in it. As one might have guessed from my small stature, I have a small penis. It's only 4 ½" hard. This was my second biggest secret and one that I didn't think Jasmine would enjoy as much as my first. However, I had to put that out of my mind because I had to clean my apartment pristinely, and go buy groceries to make dinner. I spent all of the morning and the first part of the afternoon cleaning every inch of my apartment. It shined like it had never shined before. Then I walked to the local store and bought everything I would need to make spaghetti, meatballs, and French bread. I decided against garlic bread, because I didn't want the over-powering herb to be on our breath, for obvious reasons. Jasmine came over around 7:00 as we had planned, and she wasn't a moment too soon for me. I had been anxious all day and just kept pacing around my apartment staring at the clock. She walked in and immediately said how wonderful it smelled. She then grabbed me in her arms and said, "I hope it tastes as good as you," as she leaned down and gave me a quick kiss. I just melted in her arms, but awoke out of my daze and led her into my small dining room, while I went to the kitchen to get the food. She had uncorked the wine when I came back with the food and was pouring it into the glasses I had set up. Dinner was very good (as I my say so myself), and Jasmine repeatedly told me how good everything was. By the time dinner was over we had gone through the entire bottle of wine, and I was feeling just a little bit tipsy. I gathered the plates and went to the kitchen to clean them off and set them aside to dry. As I was washing the plates, Jasmine came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist. She leaned down as I turned my head and met hers in a lust-filled, wine-induced kiss. "It tasted amazing baby, but I still prefer you though," she said with a look of hunger in her eyes. I bowed my head sheepishly and thanked her as I continued with the dishes. Jasmine stood there with her arms around me until I finished. It was a little awkward to work with her holding me, but it felt so nice to be in her arms that I would have washed dishes all night to just stay like that. Jasmine could tell that I was still a little nervous about moving our relationship to the next level, and so she decided that she wouldn't rush me; at least for tonight. She asked me something though that did embarrass me again though: "Can I see you panty collection?" "What?" "I want to see all of your panties. I do own a lingerie store you know. And I bet that you haven't bought any new ones since your mother passed." She was right there. Mom had always been so understanding and had always brought home panties for me from her store. But since she had been gone, I hadn't gotten any new panties. I couldn't go into a store and look for them, because I felt that the women in there would know that I would be looking for myself and I couldn't handle that embarrassment. "Well no I haven't." "Well I want to get you some new ones, but I want to know what you have now and what your tastes are." I tried to tell her that that wasn't necessary, but Jasmine would hear none of it. And I was glad. I really wanted some new ones. She had me show her all the ones I had, from bikinis to thongs to boy-shorts to you name it. Some she loved and others she had me throw out because they were either too old or not the right style for me she decided. She made comments about how cute I would look in certain items, which made me blush, but also made me smile. Then she let out a whopper. "The store is closed tomorrow, but I would like for you to come in with me so that we could do a proper fitting." She could see the worry in my eyes, but would not be undeterred. "No one else will be there and I will not have my boyfriend walking around in ill-fitting undergarments. I want you to feel and look beautiful." To be honest, I don't think I heard anything after she said boyfriend. Me? Her boyfriend? I couldn't believe it and so gave her a curious look and asked, "boyfriend?" The Start of Our Lives Together She smiled and said, "if that's okay with you." "Nothing would make me happier," I said with all honesty. She moved us over to my bed and I pushed me down and climbed over me as we made out again. I was nervous about the next day, but knew that what she had said made sense. I knew that she would take care of me and I felt so safe in her arms. The next day she picked me up outside my apartment, but she was on a motorcycle. I didn't know she owned one, and had never ridden on one before. She told me climb on as she handed me a helmet. I put the helmet on and got on the back and wrapped my arms around her to hold on. I really liked that. I loved how close we were, and once again felt safe; like she would protect me from falling. However, I enjoyed the ride in a different fashion as well. All the bumping up and down and moving around was really getting to me in sexual way. Plus the close contact caused me to rub around her gorgeous butt as we rode. All of these things resulted in me sporting a small erection in my jeans. I was pretty sure Jasmine could feel it pressing into her, but made no mention of it. When we arrived at the store, I held the helmet in front of my waist until she opened the door and then asked to use her restroom. Once inside I willed myself to go limp again before coming out. This seemed to be a mistake to me now, because new lingerie always has the same effect on me, and I would be putting on a modeling show for Jasmine in nothing but lingerie. My "small status" would be in view, and I was worried that she would laugh at me and leave me. But I was here and had promised her I would, so I hoped for the best and went out into the store. Jasmine had already been rummaging around the store and picking out things she wanted me to try on. She told me that I could pick out other things to try on, but that she wanted me to trust her and try on every thing she picked. I of course acquiesced to her demands and took her first batch of panties and headed into the dressing room. My hands were shaking as I took of my all my clothes and stepped into the first pair of panties. They were a pair of white bikini bikinis that had a lot of lace around the leg openings and waist. They were not the sexiest panties, but they were beautiful. When I put them on the made me feel very virginal (which I was) and my penis became hard. I tried to will it down but it was not cooperating. Jasmine was asking me if I needed any help, but I told her no and walked out into the main part of the dressing room. I kept my hands over my groin and prayed that Jasmine wouldn't ask me to remove them. Jasmine gasped when I came out and told me that I looked beautiful. I usually hated being called beautiful because it wasn't very manly, but loved it when Jasmine called me that. She asked me to turn around and walked up behind me and grabbed my butt through the briefs. I let out a gasp and then a groan as she kneaded my buns. "I hope this is okay. I just couldn't behave myself any longer. I've wanted to do this since I saw your panties at the coffee shop." I could only shake my head yes and grind my butt back into her hands. "I'm glad you like it as much as I do," she giggled. "I just love your tight, cute little butt. I picked these panties first because I knew that they would frame it so beautifully. Turn around so I can see the front." I cringed but turned around as she had instructed, while she took a few steps back to look at me. "Get your hands out of the way silly." I pleaded to her with my eyes to let me leave them. "It's okay, I promise. Think of me as just a professional lingerie seller, which I am, and this is how I would conduct any fitting. I need to see the whole package." The innuendo only made me harder as I slowly moved my hands to the side. Jasmine looked over the front and then circled around me again before coming back to in front of me and telling me that they were perfect. She then said that she knew all of the briefs would fit the same, since she made and sold them, but that we would need to try on a pair of each style to be sure of all of the sizes in those. I didn't think this was necessary since the size in one should be the size in all, but didn't offer my opinion and just went back into the dressing room to try on a different style. I tried on every style on panties that they carried in the store with Jasmine making notes on a small pad of paper about each style and how they fit me and how she liked them on me. I knew my bulge in the front while small, could not go unnoticed by her, but she never brought up the subject directly. The last thing she had me try on was a thong, which was the most embarrassing of all since my ass cheeks were on total display for her. This time when she groped my ass it was skin to skin which had me reeling!! She commented that she liked how smooth my ass was, although I did have some light blonde peach fuzz on it. When we were done, I went back into the dressing room to put back on my original clothes but Jasmine told me to put on the first pair of panties I tried on to wear home. As I changed Jasmine consulted her notes and then picked out a multitude of panties for me. When I came to the front of the store she had them all in a bag, but wouldn't allow me to pay for anything. "This is my treat to the new love in my life," she said. I looked up at her and whispered, "I do love you Jasmine." "I know baby, and me you. I'm so thankful to have finally find someone who makes me so happy." She leant down and we made out for a short while until we walked out to her motorcycle. She put the bag full of lingerie in a stow-away compartment and we both loaded up to head back to my apartment. Once again the ride and the closeness to Jasmine had me raging hard again. When we arrived at my apartment I held the bag over my groin to hide my bulge. I opened the door and excused myself once more to the bathroom to will myself back down to softness again. We decided to order a pizza and watch a movie. The pizza was delicious and the movie was a romantic comedy that was very sweet. We had drank wine with the pizza and movie, and we were both very flirty once the movie was over. We were making out when Jasmine said, "I'm ready to go to the next level baby. I want to see what I've been staring at all day and feeling pressed up against my butt on the motorcycle." I was visibly shaking when she said this because I didn't want to show her. I was afraid she would laugh or even worse, leave me. "I have something to tell you then." I took a deep breath. "I have a small penis." I don't know how I got it out by I did. I said it and closed my eyes and cringed up my face waiting for the laughter I knew would be coming. "I know baby. I told you I've been staring at it all day and feeling it pressed against me. I'm glad you do because I have a confession of my own. I am a virgin too. I'm more experienced in kissing and stuff, but I've never touched anyone or let anyone touch me below my clothes. I plan on staying a virgin until I'm married. I'm glad you are a little small, because that will fit me perfectly." I could tell that what she said was true and felt even closer to her. For the first time I initiated a kiss between us. I loved this woman so much. "Are you sure. I love you so much, but I don't want you to be disappointed. I don't know if I can satisfy you," I said will honesty. "I don't care if your penis in only 1 inch. I love you and that includes all of you. I love that your penis is small because I am very tight and I was afraid that if you were big you would hurt me too much. Now I wanna see you. We won't go all the way, but I want to relieve that pressure that I know has been building up in you all day. I wanna see those panties I picked out for you again. They are precious." With that Jasmine stood up and got down on her knees in front of me. I was trembling as she unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped my zipper. She then had me stand up so she could get my pants all the way off. Once they were off, she grabbed my buns again and massaged them. Then she leaned forward and rested her cheek on my once again very hard penis. I was holding my breath because I was so nervous. She picked her head up and kissed the head of my cock through the panties. "It feels just right to me baby. Now let me slide these beautiful panties down so I can see it in the flesh." With that she eased down my panties and I was as naked as the day I was born. I felt so submissive standing in front of this gorgeous woman completely naked with my small hard on standing in front of me, as she was fully clothed. She then had me sit down on the couch and she leaned forward to get a closer "inspection" of me. Jasmine ran her fingers up and down my shaft and swirled them around my head. I was already about to explode. Jasmine could tell and eased off on her grip. She then lifted my balls and ran her fingers around them as well. "Everything looks just perfect to me baby," she told me with a smile. "But eventually this hair is gonna have to go," she chuckled. I wasn't real hairy but had some light fuzz on my balls and around my shaft. I trimmed, but Jasmine made it seem that she wanted it totally nude. I would have run to the bathroom and shave right then if she had asked me too, but Jasmine then leant down and ran her tongue over my balls. They swelled even more if that was possible, and were the biggest I had ever seen. She then ran her tongue from my balls up the underside of my cock and around my head. I was about to black out from ecstasy when she engulfed my head in her mouth. She was only bobbing for about 30 seconds when I knew I couldn't hold out any longer. "Baby I'm about to come," I said with excitement and urgency in my voice. "Uh huh," Jasmine mumbled from around my dick. That was all I needed to hear as I let loose and had the greatest orgasm of my life. It seemed like it lasted forever as I pumped load after load into Jasmine's mouth. When it was over I looked down to see Jasmine staring up at me, and then she gulped and swallowed it all down. She then licked my head to make sure she got everything I had to offer. "That was delicious baby. Your cum tastes so sweet. I could definitely get use to that taste." I just stared at her in disbelief. "You were amazing baby! I can't thank you enough! Wow!!," was all I could say. "You're more than welcome baby it was my pleasure. I hope you are up for another round soon. I just love you dick." All I could do was nod in agreement as Jasmine stood up and took of her top and bra. "I won't let you see me below, but I would love for you to play with what's up top." I just stared at her breasts. They were heavenly. Perfect! I guessed probably a 'b' cup, but they were the size that I always found amazing on a girl. I don't like big breasts because they intimidate me even more, plus they sag. But Jasmine's were stunning. Jasmine sat down on the couch and motioned for me to straddle her lap. I quickly straddled her lap and she moved my hands to her breasts. I gently massaged them and was in awe as these were the first breasts I had ever touched. I squeezed the nipples which elicited a moan from Jasmine and I learned that her nipples were very sensitive. Becoming bolder, I leaned forward and gently licked the tip just once. Jasmine squealed a little which only encourage me more. I licked both her nipples and quickly went to sucking on her perfect orbs. Jasmine became louder and louder until she crescendoed into what I assumed was an orgasm. I was proud of myself for bringing her such satisfaction. Jasmine pulled my head away from her breasts and said, "that was the first time any one has ever touch my breasts like that. You brought me pleasure that I have never experienced before. I love you so much!" She then dove into my mouth and I sucked her tongue like I had been sucking on her nipples. The kiss lasted awhile until Jasmine pulled away. "I can feel that you are ready to go again," she chuckled as she ran her hand over my cock. Jasmine repeated the act all over again and it was just as wonderful as the first time. I lasted longer this time, which we both enjoyed. After I had come Jasmine said, "Your penis may be a little small, but you sure do come a lot baby. And I'm so glad you do because that cream is delicious." With that Jasmine leaned up and gave me a kiss. I didn't think anything about it until I could taste my cum on her tongue and in her mouth. I had to agree with her; I tasted delicious. As she pulled away she realized what had happened. "I'm sorry baby I didn't even think about it. I didn't mean to do that to you. I'm so sorry." Jasmine was near tears when I grabbed her by the chin and kissed her full on again, licking the insides of her mouth all over. "You were right baby, I taste delicious. Thank you for sharing with me." She flashed me a 1000-WATT smile and kissed me again. I slipped back on my panties (because 1. I felt weird being naked with her not, and 2. I loved the way they felt against my skin) and we made out for over an hour. Jasmine had to be at the store early the next morning to see the employees she hadn't seen on Saturday and go over the improvements to the store. I hated to see her go but understood. I dreamt about her all night and of the life that I hoped we would share together. The next couple of months flew by as we became closer and closer. Jasmine insisted on staying virginal and so would never take off her skirt or pants, but we continued with me being completely nude and her topless when we played. One time when Jasmine was licking my cock up and down, she was playing with my balls with her hands when she slipped one down and over my asshole. This shocked me and I shot up in my seat a little. At first I thought it was an accident, but then it happened again. "What are you doing down there baby?" "I'm just playing with your cute rosebud baby. I hear some men really get off on having their ass played with. Will you please let me try?" She knew I wouldn't say know. "Okay baby. But please be gentle. I've never done anything back there before." "I will baby. You know that I only want what's best for you. I know you're gonna love it." I wasn't as sure as her but decided to just sit back and go with the flow. As Jasmine continued to tease and lick all over my cock, she circled the outside of my bud with her finger. She then took her mouth off my cock and smiled as she slobbered over her right index finer. I knew where that finger was going and tensed up. "Just relax baby. If you tense up it will hurt. Don't you trust me?" Through clenched eyes I shook my head yes. "Then just relax baby. You will enjoy it I promise." Jasmine then started drawing small circles on my tummy which helped calm me down and loosen me up. She then started drawing similar small circles back around my bud while she started licking my cock again to take my mind off of what she was doing down there. I took in deep breaths and unclenched as I felt her finger start to ease into my bud. It felt like nothing I had ever felt before. It didn't hurt, but it didn't feel necessarily good either. Just different. Soon Jasmine worked more and more of her finger up until it was completely in me. She then twisted it back and forth. This caused a gasp from me because it was a new sensation. This did feel pretty good, not great but good. Then she started stroking her finger in and out of my body. Without thinking I let out a groan, that let her know that I was loving what she was doing!! Jasmine then reached up on the inside of my bud and tapped something that caused me to go into sensory overload. She had taken her mouth off my dick right before she did this so she could see what happened. The first shot of cum erupted from my dick and shot up and landed on my chin and chest. The next spurts landed on my chest and tummy. "Wow, baby! I've never seen you shoot so high!" I couldn't even think. What had just happened? Why did I like it so much? "Wha'd you do baby?" "I tickled your prostate. I would ask if you like it, but judging from the amount and the distance you came I think you did," Jasmine said with a smile across her face. I wasn't so happy. Was that supposed to happen? Did this make me gay? I didn't know what to think. Jasmine immediately saw the worry and concern on my face. "That was supposed to happen baby. That's why I backed off the sweet cock of yours. I wanted to see you erupt, and you didn't let me down. Every body has a prostate, and when touched right, it feels amazing." I appreciated her words, but was still not 100% sure about how I felt. "If you didn't like it baby we don't have to do it again. I just thought it was something that we could both enjoy." I could tell that she really wanted me to like it, and I could tell that my body really did. I looked down into her eyes and barely whispered, "I'm just afraid I liked it too much. I don't want you to think less of me for liking something up there so much." Jasmine came closer to me and licked the cum from my chin and then kissed me deeply for about 20 seconds. "I introduced this baby because I though we would BOTH like it. I loved feeling you inside and I loved even more how your body responded to my touch. There is nothing to be ashamed about. We both enjoyed that. I would never think less of you for enjoying something that we share together." "It's just that first the panties, and now this. I just don't feel very manly. I'm afraid that I'm not man enough for you." "You are just the man for me. Your kind and loving and smart and funny and I could go on forever. But the most important thing is that your honest with me and you love me as much as I love you." With that Jasmine kissed me again and reassured all of my doubts. We cleaned up and Jasmine left for the evening. The finger back there became a regular thing in the times when we wanted to play. One finger became two, and two led to three over the next few months. I don't know why, but I loved the full feeling I felt with her inside me. It made us feel like one. I started to feel almost like a deadbeat, because Jasmine owned several very profitable stores, and I was a lowly barista/waiter. Jasmine had told me that it was a waste for me not to use my degree. I told her about how my last semester ended, and how that resulted in me having a difficult time finding an accountant position in a city where I didn't know anyone. She managed to get me an accounting job at a local clothing store that catered to women. I soon found some ways for the company to save some money and my manager was very pleased with me. I told Jasmine and she likewise was pleased. It had been almost 8 months since we had first met and Jasmine had asked me to come to her house for dinner on a Friday night. I had been to her house several times and was in awe of it. Her house was huge and she had had it professionally decorated. It wasn't ornate by any means, but was decorated in a way that made it feel very "homey"; like a loving home that one had grown up in. I had fallen head over heels for Jasmine and had become really close to her, so I could tell something was on her mind all through dinner. As she was clearing the table, I touched her wrist and asked, "What's wrong honey? I can see something is on you mind? Is everything alright?" Jasmine's face lightened a little and she asked me to follow her into the den. "I can't hide anything from you baby. I want to have a serious discussion with you." Immediately I expected the worst: she was ending it. Of course she was. How could this beautiful, smart, amazing woman love a man like me. I was stupid for thinking this would last. The Start of Our Lives Together Jasmine could see the worry and fear in my eyes and told me, "Oh no honey. Don't you think for a second I would let you get away. I love you to much. In fact," she said as she reached under the cushion, "I know it's not normal but I want to ask you to marry me." My mouth fell open as I looked and Jasmine had a solid gold ring and was holding up to me. I couldn't breath. She wasn't leaving me!! She wanted to marry me!! I was a little taken back that I hadn't asked her, but we both knew that it would take me forever to build up the courage. I just looked at the ring and couldn't even speak. "Well...?" I just looked at her in the eyes and leaned forward and kissed her with all the passion I could muster. "Yes yes a thousand yes's!! Oh my gawd. I couldn't be happier. You know you are everything to me! But are you sure you want me as you husband? I know you love me, but I still don't feel good enough for you." "You are the perfect man for me, and there is no one I would rather spend the rest of my life with," Jasmine said as she gave me a kiss that gave me all the assurance I needed. "I'm so glad that you are going to be mine forever. I want you to move out of the apartment at once and come live with me. And you're going to work as my accountant from now on. I've seen how truly talented you are for several months now and want you to be my C.F.O.. of our company." I was in shock. "I would love to, but I need to give my notice at my job before I can leave. I can't just leave. That wouldn't be fair." "I knew you would feel that way. But what you don't know, is that I actually own the store you work at. I never told you, but I have been watching your work over the last couple months and know you will run the company well. I'm sorry to keep this secret from you." I once again didn't know what to say. Jasmine just looked at me and said, "Please say yes." "Of course baby. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with the most amazing woman in the world. I'm so glad you think we're perfect together, because I have since the first date. I love you so much." We held each other close for awhile and started making plans. We wanted to get married soon, and set the date for two weeks away. That gave me two weeks to wrap up anything I had left to do at my job before transferring, and for me to move all of my things that I wanted to keep to Jasmine's. It turned out that most of it was just clothes and a few personal items because everything that I had Jasmine had, and hers was nicer. We decided to just get married at the justice of the peace in town and then go up into the mountains to her cabin for our honeymoon. Since we were both orphans and only children we didn't have any family to invite, and neither one of us had real friends outside of work. We just wanted to be secluded and alone, so we decided the cabin would be perfect. We stocked it the weekend before the wedding so we wouldn't need to leave at all the whole week we were there. Jasmine had told me that since she was the president of the company that she just couldn't change her name. I told her I understood that and wouldn't ask her to change her name for me. I then did something that shocked her. "Do you want me to take you last name?" She look at me in utter disbelief. "You don't have to do that baby. Just cus I can't take you last name, doesn't mean you need to take mine." "I want us to be one. I love you and want to spend the rest of me life with you." Jasmine looked at me with tears in her eyes. "And YOU did ask ME to marry YOU right? Isn't that how it works?" Jasmine laughed at my joke and pulled me to her. "I would love you to baby but I would never ask you to do that." "I know you wouldn't. I'm asking you to let me become a part of your family. I want people to know that we are together. Plus, you've always been the more aggressive and dominant person in our relationship; it makes sense this way. You always take care of me and do what's best for me. This is just my way of showing you that I appreciate all that you do and wouldn't have it any other way." Jasmine just held me tighter, "It would make me the happiest person in the world to share my name with you. Thank you for doing this baby." The two weeks before the wedding flew by for me. I was busy wrapping things up at work and moving my stuff. Jasmine was busy in a different way. She flew to New York and was gone for 4 days finding "the right dress" for our wedding. I simply wanted to rent a tux, but Jasmine had gone with me and bought me the tux. Since I was going to be the husband of the president of a successful company, it made sense for me to have a tux for events and such. Even though we were only getting married at the J.O.P., Jasmine still wanted us to dress like we would if we were getting married at a 10,000 person wedding. We were set to get married on Friday and some how we had everything arranged in time. Jasmine had set up appointments for each of us at a high-end spa just on the out-skits of town. We went to this spa because it was very elite and very private. Jasmine had told me that she had set up several "procedures" for each of us to have done today. She could see the nervousness in my eyes. "Don't worry baby. Everything that you are going to have done, so will I. So be strong for me. This place is very private and very discreet. I let them know all about us and so there is nothing for either of us to be nervous about." "Easy for you to say," I thought to myself. "You're a stunning woman with nothing to hide. I'm a small man with a small penis." But I just told her okay and away we went. We got there early in the morning and were separated at the start and told we would not see each other again until the end. I was lead into a room where a bubble bath was set up and told to disrobe and get in, but not to let my head go in the water. As soon as the attendant was gone, I undressed and sank down into the tub. It smelled of peppermint and felt sooo good. The attendant came back in 5 minutes later and gave me the "run-down" of what all was going to happen this morning. She told me that the bath served two purposes. First, the bath was designed to relax me and my body for today because it was the "biggest day of my life". This was definitely being accomplished. I felt at such ease and felt ready to face what was ahead. The second she told me was to rid my body of all body hair. My eyes sprang open at this statement. Did I just hear what I thought she said. Her words rang true though as I lifted my arms and saw them totally free of hair. I'm not a hairy guy, in fact I have very little body hair and what I do have is blonde and so very fine, so it didn't really mean that much too me to be void of my hair. I did however think how this would make me even less masculine-looking to strangers. But I remembered how Jasmine had told me months ago that "this hair is gonna go". I felt a little tricked, but decided if this is what she wanted, that was okay with me. The assistant then asked me to get out of the tub as she held open a white terry-cloth robe for me. I was a little nervous to get out because my now nude body and my small penis would be on display in front of this woman I did not know. "Everything will be alright. Your fiancée has explained everything about each of you to us here already. You have nothing to be afraid or embarrassed about." Here goes nothing I thought as I stood up and entered the robe. But true to her word, not a laugh or smile was made as she saw my nude body. "Your wife-to-be is lucky to have such an understanding man who will do things others wouldn't do to make her happy. She's lucky she found you first. You have a beautiful body." I smiled at her and thanked her for her compliment. We then headed to the next room where a table was set up with a stand next to it. My eyes raised with confusion but she just asked me to lay down face down on the table. She then told me that she was going to give me an enema as per request of Jasmine. An enema!! I tried to tell her I didn't want to do this, but she told me that she was on strict orders and that she would make this as painless and pleasure for me as she could. I realized my fate was sealed and climbed onto the table and got on my elbows and knees as requested. The attendant started by rubbing some peppermint scented lotion all around my now hairless rosebud. She worked her fingers across the outside for a second and then inserted one finger covered with lotion back there to loosen me up for the hose. As she did, I unconsciously let out a soft moan. "I see that this will probably be more pleasurable than I expected," the attendant said. I instantly was embarrassed, which she noticed. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you. I think it's wonderful that you can get pleasure from areas that most men won't admit that they do too. Please don't be embarrassed. I like it too," she said with a wink. My body once again relaxed at her admission and apology. She worked in another finger before telling me I was ready for the enema. She told me that the enema, along with the bath and lotion, were all peppermint flavored as per request of Jasmine. The nozzle inserted easily enough and I began to fill up with the peppermint solution. When the bag was nearing completion I really started to cramp up and was in some discomfort. The attendant eased this though by rubbing the small of my back and telling me that I was doing a great job and was almost there, which helped me get through it. Once it was all in I had to hold it for five minutes, which were pretty difficult but the attendant was there to help me through it. Once the five minutes were up I was led to a bathroom just off the side and left alone to handle my business. It felt amazing to release the solution into the toilet. The peppermint helped diminish the smell of the excrement, and so it actually didn't smell bad at all. Once I entered the room I had to hop back on the table for one more enema. The first one was to cleanse me out, while the second was designed to leave me fresh and smelling delicious. The second one with much smoother and left me clean and smelling like Christmas. When the enema was done I was led into another room with a massage table. The attendant told me that she was a certified masseuse. I laid down on the table after taking off my robe (what was the point, she had already seen me naked). She started at my feet and worked her way up my legs. I never knew you feet could feel so good. My body turned to butter in her hands. When she got up to my butt, she moved up to my neck. She worked from my neck down my spine until reaching the top of my butt. She then started rubbing my butt with the hands of an angel. I had learned over the past couple of months that my rear was a highly erogenous zone for me (thanks to Jasmine), and she was making me feel amazing. As she rubbed up and down, she would graze over my hole, which would illicit a moan from me. All the contact was causing my penis to inflate and soon I was sporting an erection. When she asked me to turn over I told her that I would rather not right now. She instantly knew what was the problem and assured me that this was common in massages. She told me that if I hadn't, that she would have thought she hadn't done a good job and that I hadn't enjoyed myself. I tried to resist, but she kept insisting until I sheepishly turned over with clenched eyes. She once again started at my feet and went up my legs until she got to my pelvic region. She once again then went up to my shoulders and worked on my arms, chest, and down to my belly. I still sported an erection the whole time, but became more relaxed as the massage went on. When she was done, she leaned down and whispered into my ear, "If your wife hadn't given me strict instructions to not touch you down there I would eagerly suck you dry. Your body and this closeness has really turned me on. I'm soaking right now, and am very jealous of your fiancée. She is a lucky woman." I opened my eyes and looked up into her smiling face. I had become red with embarrassment from her compliments and could only mouth thank you. She then lead me back into the original room where a new peppermint bubble bath had been drawn. She told me that this one was sans the hair remover. I slipped back into the tub and was engulfed in the scent and luxury. I stayed in the tub for 20 minutes just relaxing until she came back in and told me that it was time for me to exit. I begrudgingly exited the tub and dried off. I slipped back into my original clothes and was led back into the lobby to see Jasmine. We were given the robes and were wished a happy start to a loving life together. Jasmine told me she was sorry that she kinda tricked me into losing my hair. I told her I was fine with that, but was a little taken aback about the enemas. "I know I should have told you baby, but I didn't think you would be happy about it and wanted you to enjoy the spa and not dread it. If it makes you feel better, I got the same thing you did." That did make me feel a little better. "You're right. I would have been dreading that stage the whole day and it would have made this outing less enjoyable. The first one was uncomfortable, but the second was actually a little pleasurable." "I'm glad you're not mad baby," she said as she kissed me. "And I can't wait to have some peppermint later," she said with a wink. From there we drove to a small town a half hour from her cabin. We went to the J.O.P. and used their amenities to get ready. Jasmine had gotten us matching white thongs for the ceremony. I had stopped being embarrassed about wearing panties because Jasmine had told me that she would be mad if I changed now. She loved me for who I was, so I gladly accepted the panties and looked forward to seeing myself in the thong since I was now hairless. It didn't take me long to get ready. Panties, socks, undershirt, tuxedo, and shoes: easy. It would have taken Jasmine a good hour or so to get ready, but she had her makeup applied on at the spa, and so she only had to put on her dress and everything; only, ha. It still took her about half an hour, but the time was well spent. She looked BEAUTIFUL and took my breath away. I still couldn't believe this woman wanted to marry me, but I was so glad she did. The actual "wedding" took less than five minutes. We exchanged rings and said I do basically. Most people don't usually dress for a "real wedding" when going to the J.O.P., but I wouldn't deny Jasmine that because she wanted it so much. Once the wedding was over we got into Jasmine's car and headed to the cabin. Once we arrived and settled in Jasmine excused herself to the restroom to take her dress off and told me to, "get comfortable on the bed." I took the hint and stripped down to my modest thong and awaited her arrival. If I thought she looked beautiful before, she looked even more so in just her stockings, panties, and baby doll nightie. My jaw was agape as she strolled over and lifter my chin shut and giggled at me. "So you like baby?" "I LOVE! You look amazing. I've waited for this night for a long time and I can't wait to share this experience with you." "I've waited too baby, but it is finally about to happen. But I think you might be a little too excited," she said as she rubbed my already hard cock through my panties. "Would you mind if I tied you up a little so I make sure that you don't rush things." "Anything you want baby. It's safe to say that we both know that your in charge. I love how aggressive you are." With that she smiled and kissed me aggressively. She then unclipped her stockings and used them to tie my hands to the corners of the headboard, so that I was spread eagle and flat on my back. She slid the nightie off her shoulders and let it lower to just below her breasts so that they were on full display. My mouth began to water as she lowered over me and offered her breasts to my wanting mouth. I licked and sucked her nipples for a few minutes when I felt something strange pressing against my cock. I couldn't look down because her breasts were in my face, but knew something was wrong. Jasmine sensed what I was thinking and raised herself off of me and stood in front of the bed. "You know I love you with all my hear, right baby?" "Of course. And me you." "I know and I love you so much. But I have one last secret I need to show you." With that Jasmine removed the nightie over her head. I looked from her beautiful face down to those perky breasts and smiled. But then I looked at her panties that were supposed to be the same as mine, but they weren't exactly the same. Hers had a bigger bulge in them A BULGE! "What's going on? What 's that?" Jasmine then lowered her panties and a cock fell out. A COCK! Alarms were going off in my head: This is why this beautiful woman could love you, she's a man! You're such an idiot! That's why she didn't mind you small cock, she has a bigger one. What am I going to do? "Why would you do this to me? What kind of sick joke is this? Why would you do this to me?" I was hysterical. Jasmine could see the hurt in my eyes but remained calm. "Baby this isn't a joke. I love you. I'm the beautiful woman that you fell in love with, but I do have this little secret." "That's not a little secret," I said accursedly as I looked at her cock. It was six inches flaccid. She already towered over me and she wasn't even hard. "Well I guess it's not very little," she tried to joke, but could see I didn't find it funny. "Honey you have to believe that I'm still the same person. I still love you with all my heart and I know that you still love me too. I'm sorry I've kept this from you, but it will be okay. You do trust me don't you? You always say that I know what's best for us." I looked at her in fear as a new thought entered my mind. "Why am I tied up? Are you going to stick that in me," I shrieked. "Calm down baby." "I won't calm down. That's your plan isn't it." She looked down and didn't respond. "That's why you liked that I have a small cock," I said accusingly. "You were happy because you were bigger than me. You've planned this all along. I should have known that a woman wouldn't like my small cock. I'm such a fool," I said as I began to cry. "That's not the truth at all baby. I do love your cock, but not because I'm bigger than you. I love it because it's beautiful and perfect. I didn't plan this all along. I was happy with your size because I am a virgin. I've tried to insert my fingers, plugs and dildos back there but it has never been pleasurable for me, and usually painful. And I used ones smaller than you. But you loved it one I accidentally ran a finger over your bud. You loved it even more when I added another and then a third. It was then that I knew that I would continue to be the aggressor. I tied you up because I thought that you may not take my secret very well." "I didn't like you fingers back there. I only liked what your mouth was doing," I lied. "You can't fool me baby. I can prove it to you." Jasmine then leaned down and removed my thong. My small penis looked even smaller because I was intimidated by her size. I don't know why but my body seemed frozen and I made no attempt to move or squirm away from her. Jasmine got down on the bed and moved my legs apart and back so that my bud was on display to her. Instead of inserting a finger though, she started to lick all around my bud with her tongue. "Mmmmmm. I love peppermint," Jasmine purred. "The enema makes sense to me now," I thought. But I didn't have long to think about it, because Jasmine dove her tongue into my bud. "OOOOOOhhhhhh," I groaned unconsciously. That felt amazing, but I didn't want to admit how much pleasure I was receiving from being rimmed out by Jasmine. But my body couldn't lie. That small flaccid penis had transformed into the biggest erection that I could ever remember. Jasmine looked up and smiled for a second before diving back down between my cheeks with hunger. She slobbered all over my hole for about five minutes. I had precum coming out of the top of my cock.