Marry Me

Dear Diary,

Journal Entry #75:

A week before my birthday Jack and I were inseparable. Since the start of senior year, we’ve become great friends than we used to. I used to be afraid of him because he was so well-respected and I was not getting the same treatment. He had the brains, the athletic skills (sort of), and the teachers loved him. Me? Not-so-much as him, but I was respected at some sort of way. After all, I won the superlative “Most Likely to Become President” with him… (We were supposed to win cutest couple, but he didn’t want to that title for him and me, because…we weren’t. However, that does not help me stop thinking about my birthday gift.

The one I received for my eighteenth birthday, a few days late. I’ll tell you what happened. A few days after my birthday, we went on this trip the senior class. It was PSAT day and the Principal did not want us in the building while tests were taken. So, she sent the Seniors and Freshman on two different separate trips. The Freshman went to Chelsea Piers, and we went to the Museum of Natural History. I was so excited for this trip because I was no longer trying to find excuse to show him crap just to talk to him.

The day went marvelously. I mean, I just felt like we clicked that day. We brought our straws and napkins to the trip to spit at our annoying classmates. AND IT WAS HILARIOUS because they didn’t suspect it was us. I guess that what’s makes being well-respected fun? Anyways, by the time we were heading back to the school I asked him if he wanted to ditch the class and grab a frozen yogurt from Dylan’s Candy Bar. And so, he agreed. And surprisingly, I wasn’t surprised that he agreed. Instead, I felt a bit overjoyed. Excited. Confident. I asked the guy I like and who’s also my friend to go out and eat fro-yo!? Wow. Who would had thought that everything was going so well? Me, that’s who.

When we got over to the bar, we both realized that their ice cream here was expensive? $25 for a scoop of ice cream? Hello? No thanks. I only had $10.00 left from the trip. I think I shouldn’t had bought the food there. Jack saw that I was disappointed and suggested we’d get a sundae. To share… OH MY GOD I WANTED TO SCREAM FOR JOY. But I couldn’t since I’d be losing my cool in front of him.

Although, I’m not sure what are his intentions. Are they genuinely nice or is it what I wish I want? Anyways, we ordered three scoops of strawberry ice cream with almonds, whipped cream, chocolate fudge, and a cherry. He carried it over a table by the windows and we are while we watched the New York traffic from the Candy shop’s top floor. We spent the entire time talking about life in the city and how would it feel to live here.

He even told me he remembered when I first told him about myself: I moved a lot and I was really from Manhattan. I was a bit moved, a little emotional. It was hard to swallow my ice cream after I heard his opinion about my life. The one that I wished I still had and the life I think would have if I never left. The words that imprinted on me was:

I’m glad you did move. [Because if you didn’t we’d never meet.] We met and now we’re here enjoying this sunny day. – Jack

I think that made my virgin panties wet…

That’s the first time I’ve actually felt physically attracted to guy. The first time I’ve had my nipples harden and now not inverted.

By the time we finished our ice cream, what was left was the cherry. He told me to have it, so I did. I plopped it into my mouth leaving the stem between my lips. I kept it that way even after I ate the cold fruit. I turned away to show him real quickly and I find him leaning towards me, grabbing my face, kissing me. Our tongues collided then found its course between the rhythm of our breaths.

His sweet, tender, lips intertwined mine…leaving me almost speechless. I was hooked on him. I didn’t want to let go. The eighteen year old me finally got what she wanted. The guy who she loved for four years. The guy who she knew her parents would accept and love to have as their son-in-law. The guy who I would never want to let go…

When we stopped kissing, I blushed and awkwardly asked to go the bathroom. My face was hot and bright pink from my first kiss, ever. I turned on the faucet to release the running water so, I can wash my sweat of heat and embarrassment from my face. While I was doing that, the bathroom door opened. It was Jack and glared at me angry and embarrassed.

I share my feelings with you and abandon me there? – Jack

To be fair, I was a bit harsh to rush to the restroom like that. But, I was shocked and I needed a moment to recollect myself before I go bonkers. Instead this guy grabs me by my hand and drags me into the wheelchair accessible stall and closed the door. He comes close to me and gently kisses my lips a few more times.

I started to remove his shirt because right now, I knew what was going on and I honestly, I was a bit scared. I wanted to lose my virginity to the one I love and that is…what’s going to happen.

I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I liked you two years ago. When you told me you liked me. I was shy. – Jack

I thank the gods for pushing us together. It was fated and now I think my life is set at this point.

The guy had a long, thick, and HARD dick. Beyond what I ever thought he’d have. Oh my god, and I’m going to get destroyed by him. YES.

He helped me remove my clothes like a gentlemen, even unhooking my bra for me. He left me bare to my skin and started to suck my tits. A feeling I’ve imagined it must feel and didn’t realize it was actually this good. But, I didn’t want to be bother by that. I wanted the full on penetration and to suck that dick he has. I wanted that dick in my mouth. To feel him and such but, he was taking care of me when I really wanted to do it to him.

As soon as he stopped sucking my light brown nipples, he asks me to bend over. I did so and he bent down to lather my moist, pink, trembling vagina with his massive thick tongue. He was good at that. He was good at treating me right. Oh fuck. Ah I wish he was here now just to give me more.

Open your mouth and I’ll show you how sweet you taste in my mouth. – Jack

He removed his fingers from my vagina placed it my mouth. I tasted good and clean. He gazes at me while touching me all over. I couldn’t take it anymore so, I told him to let me show my appreciation to him. I bend down and grabbed his massive dick in my feminine hands. So great, so large, I was a bit afraid of getting choked. But hey, that turned me even on. I placed my lips on the tips of his dick and sucked the head for a bit of a tease.

I slowly worked my way down to fit his entire dick into my mouth. Sadly, I was only able to work with half of his 6 inch penis. I never sucked a dick in my life up till now. Slowly and attempting to give him a hard suck, he started to moan. He grabbed my long hair and held it for me while I was giving my best effort in pleasing the man I love. His moans turned me on even more and encouraged me to speed up the process.

He stopped me midway to kiss me passionately but gently. I was so aroused I asked him can plow me right now. I placed my leg on the wall, leaving my vagina open for penetration. Which, he did…effectively. The first injection made me cringe a bit since it was the first object placed in me. After it was in, he slowly and deeply fucked me. He kissed my neck and held my breasts while I was getting the fucked. I wanted to moan loud so badly, but I couldn’t since it we were in a public space, in the women’s bathroom.

I kept whispering: harder and harder and softly moaning in his ear. Every time he increased his speed and force leaving my legs trembling, soon until I felt a warm and moist feeling in my vagina. It wasn’t mine. It was his.

Happy Birthday. I want you forever. – Jack

And that’s how I’m now engaged to Jack and pregnant with our unborn child. I hope it’s a boy.