Crossing the Mountain

An adult stories – Crossing the Mountain by FiveInch033,FiveInch033 Section One: The Discussion

*** 1 ***

Alison spread a bed sheet over her couch. She grabbed the laptop from off the end table and sat down. The screen on the TV matched her laptop. Alison was a white twenty-four year old single woman. She had a longer diamond shaped face, long blond straight hair, wing tipped eye brows, green eyes, a medium sized nose with a hook at the end, cupid lips, dimples, straight teeth (she endured the pain of braces to get them straight), and a cleft chin. She: was five four, her torso was longer than her legs, had tiny round breasts with small perky nipples, was in shape, above her woman hood was a patch of blond pubic hair (hair she’d shave before her wedding night), she had very tight outer lips, noticeable inner lips, her clit was underneath, a noticeable backside, inside of her anus was a small butt plug with a beaded end, short but strong legs, and feet she felt were ugly.

She connected to a porn tube site dedicated to a female audience. She signed into her account. She went to the category page and clicked on “erotic.” She clicked on a video with a woman who had a similar shape to hers. She watched a few minutes of the video. She clicked out when the male actor took out a nine inch cock. She paged through more videos. She clicked onto a video where it promised erotic anal sex. After watching a few minutes of the video she felt the actress was actually in pain. There was no way Alison would ever let a guy as big as the actor enter her backside. The only way she would fulfill her fantasy of anal sex was if a future husband had a small cock.

After paging through four complete pages of videos she clicked onto one. It was of an amateur married couple mutually masturbating. They were lying in bed, wearing sleep clothes, and were gently kissing one another. She was attracted to the husband. She liked how the wife had small breasts like her. Alison gently set the laptop down onto the floor and made herself comfortable.

She was turned on by their kissing and sensual touching. She imagined herself as the wife and Cameron the husband. She imaged Cameron kissing her the same way the husband in the video was kissing the wife. She could almost feel Cameron touching her clit the same way the husband was touching the wife. She imagined grabbing onto Cameron’s cock the same way the wife was. She imagined stroking Cameron’s seven inch cock like the wife in the video. Alison touched herself the same way the husband touched his wife. It turned her on when the husband started to kiss the wife’s small breast. This gave her hope a future husband would like her breasts too. She imagined Cameron kissing her perky nipples. Alison increased her speed as the couple aggressively masturbated one another. Alison’s chest was flush, her nipples were erect, and she was being verbal. Seeing the guy cum all over the wife’s hand was a turn on for Alison. She wondered what would happen next. It was obvious the wife never reached her zenith. The wife grabbed a couple tissues off of a nightstand and cleaned up the mess. To Alison’s delight the husband focused on the wife.

She imagined Cameron being a lover who cared if she she had an orgasm. Alison aggressively rubbed herself as the husband rubbed his wife to an orgasm. Alison closed her eyes. Her head went back. She suddenly became silent. Her body became rigid. She held her breath. Alison’s feet pointed straight. She held onto her left breast. Her small pussy gripped her fingers and she felt her cheeks tighten around her butt plug. She let out a gasp. Wave after wave pulsated through her body. Her body twitched a few more times. This is when she opened her eyes. She laid there for a while. She imagined cuddling with a future husband. She noticed the couple making love in a sideways position. She considered going another round.

She glanced at the clock above the TV. Within the next couple hours she needed: to shower, eat breakfast, and attend her writers group. A group her friend Madison convinced her to attend many years prior. She sat up and picked up her laptop. She marked the video as a favorite. She closed the laptop and set it on an end table. She turned off the TV. She stepped into the bathroom where she would remove the butt plug and clean it. After she would take a shower and get ready for her writers group.

*** 2 ***

She felt guilty for fantasizing about Madison’s boyfriend. Madison and Alison had been friends since they were freshmen in college. The previous night Alison met Cameron for the first time at a semi-formal dinner party held at Madison’s house. Two things caused Alison to be smitten. The first was observing Cameron refuse the advances of a casual friend of theirs. The second was a delightful forty-five minute conversation with Cameron. It had been a long time since she felt so intrigued by a guy. She never met a guy with his combination of character traits. He was: all guy, loved horses, loved the outdoors, and was creative. A huge bonus was the fact he had manners and was loyal. Alison felt Madison would be foolish to break it off with Cameron. During the time they had been friends Madison had a dozen serious boyfriends, a couple flings, and a friend with benefits.

Over this same time period Alison became engaged to Dale. She met him when she was a Sophomore in college. Six months after graduating college she ended the engagement and moved out of their apartment. She wanted a full commitment and a family. Obviously; these were things Dale had no interest in. Six months after the breakup she started to date again. In her lifetime: she fooled around with a guy just after graduating high school, made love to Dale believing he’d marry her, and had sex with Scott.

Dale was an attractive guy, was career minded, and had a six and half inch cock. She liked the size and shape of his cock. She disliked their routine sex life. She often faked an orgasm so he’d stop pounding her. When she suggested their sex life was routine he became angry and discounted her concerns. She hated how he rushed foreplay. What she felt was worse, was how he would pressure her to perform oral sex, this often killed her desire to make love to him. He would often times point out he performed oral on her. At the beginning of their relationship this made her feel guilty. As the relationship progressed this became infuriating. She never asked him to perform it because of how poorly he performed it.

She defiantly regretted having sex with Scott. She had casually dated Scott for six months. They were both openly dating other people. Scott was: attractive, just purchased his own house, owned a nice car, was a top salesman, was smart, confident, said all the right things, and it was rumored he had an eight to nine inch cock. She knew this rumor was true when she felt it harden against her body while they were watching a movie. At the time she was: lonely, frustrated with her dating experience, was still hurting from the breakup, was angry to hear Dale had cheated on her, and was bluntly horny. It was obvious if she just laid there he’d initiate sex.

Having sex with Scott would fulfill two fantasies. One of them was to experience a fling. The other was to experience a big cock. His big cock was the reason she suggested moving to his bedroom. This was the first time in her life she would have sex without being in love. As they headed to the bedroom she was anticipating what his big cock looked like and what it would feel like. Her anticipation turned to anxiety when his eight and a half inch cock became hard in her hand. For whatever reason, until she actually watched and felt a large cock grow in her hand, she never fully grasped how large an eight and half inch cock really was. This led to the sudden realization this huge cock would enter her vagina. She rarely felt anxious about anything but she was anxious about his cock entering her. She calmed herself down and gave him a chance.

Her expectations fell when he demanded she give him oral. There was no way she would perform oral on such a big cock. She was tired of guys pressuring her to perform oral. She stepped off the bed and prepared to leave. His smooth talk convinced her to again remove her clothes and get back into bed. She wanted to believe the session would turn into something special. To her dismay Scott rushed foreplay. She learned how to endure sex with her fiancee but there was no enduring her cervix being hit. She screamed into his ear and kicked him off. Worse than the pounding was his angry comment after he rolled off of her. He suggested she should be happy a guy like him wanted to have sex with her. She quickly dressed and stormed out of his house.

Before having sex with Dale and Scott she assumed three things about sex. She believed a big cock was the ticket to great sex, a guy would know what to do, and she felt she knew a great deal about sex. The experience with Scott caused her to admit to herself she knew very little about sex. This was humbling thing to admit. That very day she drove an hour to the nearest metropolitan city and entered a large bookstore in a still thriving strip mall. This started her personal journey of legitimate sexual research by purchasing six different books. She felt each book was the next level in sexual knowledge.

She started with the most basic sex book geared for someone who didn’t know anything. After reading this book she came to terms with the fact her sexual knowledge was a notch below this book. She learned to many things to consider herself an expert.

The next book was a more clinical book with classy drawings geared for couples who wanted to improve their sex lives. After reading the first chapter she recognize many of the topics covered in this book were issues she encountered with Dale. As she read the book she sobbed recognizing how subpar her sex life had been. The second revelation was everything she learned by watching porn was incomplete and often times inaccurate. Because of this revelation. and an article she read discussing the growing number of women addicted to pornography, she stopped watching pornography.

The next book was a guide on how to satisfy a man. This was eye opening to say the least. She was still leery of performing oral but she now understood why a guy liked it. More important, she now believed she could perform it without gagging or throwing up (she through up on Dale more than once).

The fourth was about sexual communication. This book was immensely freeing for her. She broke down and cried after finishing the book. This book was so important to her she immediately read it again. The fifth book was a book of positions. What she liked about this book it had classy drawings, described the position, and who would most likely enjoy it. The last book discussed in great detail: toys, taboos, kinks, and fetishes. This book helped her understand everyone’s sexual tastes were different. Soon after reading this book: she purchased her first dildo, a starter set of anal plugs, and nipple clips. With the help of these nipple clips she brought herself to a breast only orgasm. The only reason she knew this was possible was by reading these books.

A variety of colored sticky notes marked up all six of these books. Each color represented a sexual topic. After reading these books she came to the conclusion she was a terrible lover. Her belief she knew a lot about sex hindered her from moving past the sexual difficulties she encountered with Dale. A humbling analysis of her lovemaking was how closed off she was. She recognized this was part of the reason they ended up in a routine. Granted he was comfortable with it, even liked it, but she felt trapped. She felt they stayed trapped because of her lack of communication skills and the tools to change their routine. She often complained about their routines but she never expressed her desires or made any suggestions. Part of the reason she fell into this trap was her belief a guy would just know what to do and knew what she was feeling. This led to her laying there and hoping things would get better. She really wished she would have read all of these books before she ever attempted sex. She especially wished she would have read the book about sexual communication. Out of all the books she purchased this was the one she held closest to her heart.

She no longer believed penis size was a key to great sex. Given the choice; she hoped her future husband would be six to seven inches long. She felt, if this future husband wasn’t her ideal size, she had the tools to work with a guy who was larger or smaller. Before reading these books she would have felt awkward being with a guy who was tiny. She would never forget how ill prepared she was for a real large one. She hoped if a guy was larger he would be: attentive, patient, careful, didn’t believe all he needed was his large cock, and wasn’t obsessed over his size. If the guy was smaller she hoped: he had confidence, was attentive, was honest about his size, would work with her, and wasn’t obsessed over his size. Either way she was looking for a guy: who was into foreplay, liked variety, was willing to express his desires, was willing to address any sexual issues, would never judge her desires, and would respect her boundaries. She promised herself: she would never ridicule a partner for his desires, she would have the confidence to say no, would be a more giving partner, would never again fake an orgasm, would never pressure a partner, and was prepared to try a variety of positions.

She had grown up in a traditional minded household. Until she started dating after high school she held to the standard all sex was off limits until being married. After graduating high school she moved the line to waiting until she was married to have intercourse. This allowed her to enjoy fooling around with a guy she loved. After they broke up she moved the line again. She would only have sex if she was in love with a guy. Her sexual experiences with Scott and Dale caused her to move the line closer to what she believed growing up. The next time she would engage in sexual intercourse would be on her wedding night. Until then she would maintain and explore through masturbation. If she was ever engaged and they were having trouble making it to their wedding night she was open to heavy petting or dry humping. She was confident she could put on the brakes. She wanted to believe she’d pick a guy who’d respect her wishes. She would immediately end a relationship if he was disrespectful.

She believed she had the tools and confidence to discuss sex with any man she dated. If a potential husband was closed off and unwilling to discuss sex before they were married she would terminate the relationship. She was seeking a monogamous relationship. The goal was to have an exciting, satisfying, and adaptable sex life after marriage. She felt, in any long term relationship struggles were highly likely. She wanted to be with someone who was willing to work them out and would never cheat on her. She was determined to find out if a guy was willing to work them out before marrying him.

*** 3 ***

Alison was attending her writers group. This was held in the basement of a local library. She was sitting at one of the many rolling tables. These tables were set in rows with an aisle in the middle. Her laptop was open and plugged into one of the outlets built into the top of the table. She was wearing: her reading glasses, a coral colored cold-shoulder V-neck top, underneath she was wearing a basic cami with a built in shelf bra, and a pair of five pocket reversible denim jeans. The side visible to everyone was light blue with a red and dark blue flower print. Her accessories included tassel detail hoop earrings, on her left wrist were two red and blue bracelets, and she was wearing brown lace up gladiator sandals. She liked them because of the floral jeweled detailing.

Walter was up front reading a story he submitted. While he read the story Alison was silently following along on her laptop. He was a man’s man in his late sixties. He attended the writers group because his wife asked him too. He made the best of it by writing short light hearted stories and by encouraging everyone who wrote anything. This was why the group was shocked by this longer more personal account. His story was about a hunting trip where he unsuccessfully tried to save his best friend from a grizzly bear attack. Walter killed the bear. What pulled on everyone’s heart strings was how emotional Walter became as he described his failed attempt at trying to save his best friends life.

Alison was sure a few of the people who moved from the large metropolitan city to this medium sized college community were upset he shot the bear and found this story disturbing. Alison was equally certain a few of the women who grew up in a metropolitan city were against guns and hated the idea of hunting. Growing up on a ranch near a national forest Alison knew guns and hunting were necessary. Her Daddy and older siblings made sure she knew how to shoot a gun.

The college was a medium sized state college with a division two college football team. An hour east was a small metropolitan city. It was between two to six hours depending on the direction to reach a larger city. Driving fifty minutes west a person was in the middle of a national forest. Just before entering this national forest was a small tourist town and ranching community. She grew up just outside of this town on a large ranch.

When Walter finished Alison had the impulse to run up and give him a hug. She remained sitting to avoid embarrassing him. Normally critiques and questions related to the story lasted anywhere between fifteen to forty-five minutes. Because of the subject matter it only lasted ten minutes. During this discussion Alison clicked open her story and prepared herself to read her story.

This was the first time she was reading in front of the group. How this writers group worked was a member submitted their story to a private website. Everyone read these stories. The group would suggest what stories or portion of stories would be read out loud in front of the group. A date would be set and the author would read the story. Alison was surprised everyone wanted to hear her story. She had submitted a few in the past. During the week Alison practiced reading her story as if she was in front of the group.

Madison was sitting beside her. There was no way Madison would miss Alison reading in front of the group. At the beginning it took a great deal of effort for Alison to attend. In the last year Alison’s attendance was better than Madison.

Cheryl the facilitator of the writers group stepped up to the podium. She was in her early forties, died her hair blond, wore glasses, was in tip top shape, was a published author, and on her spare time wrote for the local newspaper. She spoke into the microphone. She thanked Walter for his story. She then introduced Alison. She made it a point to let everyone know this was her first time reading in front of the group. Everyone gave an encouraging clap. She took a deep breath and stepped in front of the group.

This was a true story. The story was about falling off her horse during a roping competition. The emphasis of the story was her Daddy forcing her to get back on the horse and finishing the competition (if she would have been seriously hurt he would have acted differently). Because he loved his daughter he wouldn’t allow feelings of embarrassment stop her from competing. She would never forget how upset she was for ending up in last place. She was ready to stop competing all together but her Daddy encouraged her when he said, “he was proud of her for finishing.”

The true story continued. She read on how her Dad and two older sisters worked with her until the next competition. She ended up in fourth place at this competition. After this fourth place competition her Dad and sisters worked with her again. After she won many competitions. That last place finish and the fourth place finish meant more to her than many of her first place finishes.

She was forever grateful for her large family.

*** 4 ***

After the writers group Alison was invited to attend a small get together with four other ladies from the group. They were sitting in an isolated corner of a locally owned coffee shop. One of these ladies was her friend Madison. She was a year older than Alison. She had long dark hair, was in shape, and was looking to settle down. Alison assumed she would settle down with Cameron. Another woman sitting at the large square table was Rose. She was blond, in her early forties, married, and had a couple grown children. Cheryl the facilitator was attending this get together. The only reason she was on her second marriage was her first husband died of cancer. She had a grown daughter from the first marriage and a twelve year old boy from her second marriage. The fourth and final member of this group was Stacy. She was a brunette with long hair. She just graduated college and had little interest in settling down.

Alison took a sip of her strawberry flavored smoothie. She appreciated both the praise and criticism of her story. She especially liked answering questions about competing and her family. The ladies were engaging in a variety of conversation until Madison focused the discussion.

Madison blurted out, “I broke it off with Cameron.”

The ladies were surprised by this. Everyone had felt she finally found a guy for her. They expressed their remorse.

Then the curiosity set in.

Cheryl asked, “Why did you break it off? He seemed like a great guy?”

Madison leaned in and whispered, “He has a small cock.”

Rose asked, “It’s the only reason you broke it off?”

Stacy jumped in right away, “I don’t blame her.”

Rose sighed, rolled her eyes, and asked; “Why?”

Stacy answered, “Nothing is worse than a small dick.”

Stacy turned to Madison, “You did the right thing.”

Rose answered, “This isn’t always true. Sometimes a guy with a small penis is better than a large one.”

The four ladies looked at her.

Alison was paying close attention. She hoped these ladies would discuss their sexual experiences.

Stacy commented, “You have to be joking? Right?”

“No. I’m not.”

Again they stared at her.

Rose answered, “A guy can’t help what he was given.”

Madison answered, “I thought it didn’t matter. But it does. At least for me.”

Cheryl mentioned, “In my college days. One of the worst sexual experiences was with a small cocked guy. He was afraid to show it to me and would stop me from touching it. I had to beg to see it. He cried when he showed it to me. I didn’t have the heart to tell him I didn’t feel anything.”

Stacy made a face and said, “Ewe. This is why I avoid guys who are smaller.”

Rose commented, “Not all small guys lack confidence.”

Alison was interested in what Rose had to say.

Cheryl asked, “Did Cameron have confidence?”

Madison answered, “He wasn’t like the guy you just described. He told me ahead of time.”

Stacy rolled her eyes and commented, “Why would a guy admit to being smaller?”

Rose was again annoyed at Stacy.

Rose trying to encourage Madison admitted, “I appreciated it when my husband told me.”

They all looked at her.

Alison out of general curiosity asked, “Was he embarrassed? I’ve read guys with smaller members lack confidence and need reassurance. Did you have to reassure him?”

Rose answered Alison’s honest question. “At first I was surprised he told me. After thinking about it I found it reassuring. I believe I would have acted oddly if he hadn’t told me.”

Stacy and Madison looked at one another and shrugged their shoulders.

Rose continued, “Until we see it. Or unless they tell us. Its almost impossible to know if a guy is big or small.”

Stacy refuted this, “There’s ways to tell.”

Rose gave Stacy an annoyed glance.

The glare from Cheryl caused Stacy to reframe from proceeding. Instead; Stacy took a sip of her cappuccino.

Rose took a sip of her coffee and added, “Like I was saying. Until we see it, it’s difficult for us to truly know how big it is. Like I mentioned before. I was surprised he told me. After thinking about it I came to the conclusion he really liked me. What guy confesses he’s small unless he likes them?”

Stacy answered, “Someone who doesn’t want to get laid?”

Rose gave her another glare and stated with gusto, “The reason I slept with him is because he told me.”

Stacy commented, “That was noble.”

Cheryl again glared at Stacy.

Stacy shrugged her shoulders.

Alison in a sincere tone asked, “How was it? Was it good? I’ve read different things.”

“It was the best sex I ever had.”

Stacy rolled her eyes, “You have to be kidding. Right?”

Rose answered, “I went back because it was the best foreplay I ever experienced.”

Madison piped up and said, “Foreplay isn’t everything.”

Cheryl mentioned, “Lack of foreplay is a deal breaker for me.”

Rose answered, “I never knew sex could be so thrilling. The power of his tongue and the delight of his fingers kept me coming back. He truly had magic hands. I appreciated his communication and his willingness to listen.”

Madison mentioned, “What about the full Feeling? I mean. Who wants sex without it?”

Rose answered honestly, “It took us a while to find the positions that worked but it was worth it. I often times have an orgasm with him inside of me. This was not always my experience with other guys.”

Madison sighed, “I like what I like.”

Alison asked, “Why not try different positions?”

Madison gave a face, “Why?”

Alison proposed, “I’ve read. Some positions are better for different sizes. Go online and look up positions for a small cocks. You could even show him positions you’d like to try.”

Madison answered, “Why would I go to all that trouble? If he was bigger I wouldn’t have to look up anything. I like what I like.”

Cheryl felt compelled to ask her again, “Don’t you want a variety?”

Madison made a face, “Why?”

Rose countered, “Isn’t variety the spice of life?”

Defensive Madison answered, “Cone on. We all know a big dick is better than a small one. I’m not wasting my time trying different positions.”

Alison wondered, “Was he good at other things?”

They all stared at Madison.

“Like what?”

Alison answered, “Like Rose mentioned. Was he good with his tongue? Did he try to get you off?”

Madison sighed.

They all stared at her.

Madison answered the stares, “I just don’t understand why women fuss over oral sex.”

Cheryl looked at her, “For me it’s better than sex.”

Madison answered, “I know. I’m the exception. I find it embarrassing. Not to mention annoying. To be honest I can’t understand why a guy would do it.”

Cheryl interjected, “I firmly believe a key to sex is for both partners to learn. It’s especially important for a guy to be willing to listen.”

Immediately Alison stated, “I wish I would have communicated better with Dale. Not that he would have listened. Maybe if I communicated better sex wouldn’t have become routine. I wish I would have expressed my desires better.”

Rose added, “Communication is important to us. The way my husband treats me makes up for his lack of size.”

Madison said, “I just can’t do it any more.”

Cheryl commented, “A guy is more than a cock.”

Stacy annoyed asked, “What does a big cock lack?”

Rose asked, “You’ve never had the experience of a guy try jamming it in? Or pounding you like it’s a jackhammer?”

Stacy answered, “No pain no gain.”

Cheryl asked, “Who are you having sex with?”

Stacy answered, “Real men.”

Cheryl answered out of concern, “Even a guy with a big penis has to know how to use it.”

Alison thought of countless times sex hurt.

Stacy answered, “Sure.”

Cheryl annoyed answered, “My first husband had an eight inch cock. There is no way I would have sex without being ready.”

Stacy commented, “I bet you liked it.”

Madison in a nicer tone asked, “You had to have liked it?”

Cheryl answered, “I’m not going to lie. There were times I looked forward to mounting it”

Stacy jumped in, “See.”

Cheryl glared, “Other times I avoided sex because I knew I wasn’t ready. I had to prepare myself mentally to have sex with him. Giving him oral was completely out of the question.”

Rose added, “Oral is much better with a smaller guy.”

After reading many true life experiences on the internet. Alison found many women who expressed the same thing. In the book that discussed pleasing a man, a women who enjoyed giving oral, mentioned how she liked smaller cocks over larger ones.

Madison cringed and replied, “I don’t know why anyone would perform oral sex. I for one will never suck on a dick. No matter what the size.”

Alison asked, “What type of foreplay do you like?”

Defensive, “I like foreplay.”

Alison asked again, “What type?”

Madison answered, “I don’t need long sessions. Just get me wet. I want to get off. Then move on with my life.”

Cheryl had to ask, “Have you ever had great sex?”

Madison ignored the question and stated, “Cameron is a great guy. If he wasn’t I wouldn’t have had sex with him. I need someone bigger.”

Alison sincerely asked, “Even though he wants to work it out?”

Stacy answered, “What’s there to work out?”

Alison answered, “I believe if both people are willing to address an issue they’ll get through it. I’m impressed he’d work with you.”

Stacy rolled her eyes.

Rose felt she would regret asking but asked anyway, “Why the eye roll.”

“Seriously?”

Rose answered, “Yes.”

Stacy sighed then answered, “You just can’t fix a small cock.”

Stacy again rolled her eyes and took a sip of her coffee.

The rest waited.

She continued ending the silence, “I can’t believe we’re having this discussion. I completely understand why Madison would break up with him.”

Cheryl answered, “My first husband was bigger than my second husband and I’d take the second one over the first,”

Stacy made a face, “Sure.”

Rose answered, “It comes down to the person. I was with both small and big before I was married. The best sex I’ve had is with my husband. Who is smaller.”

Madison answered, “I just can’t.”

Alison was trying to encourage Madison by repeating herself, “We’ve all met him. I’m sure if you talk to him you could work it out. I wish I would have talked to Dale instead of just believing he knew what I needed.”

Madison leaned in and said, “It’s just not his size.”

This caused all the ladies to lean into the table.

Madison answered, “He’s kinky.”

They all looked at one another.

Alison thought about the list of kinks mentioned in the book she read. She wondered which ones Cameron liked. She thought of the ones she would be willing to try and the ones she hoped a guy would never ask about. If a guy asked about these kinks she felt she could properly address it.

Rose sincerely asked, “What do you mean by kinky?”

Cheryl added, “There are many levels of kink.”

Alison mentioned, “There are lists of kinks. Most people have them. Even if they want to admit to them or not.”

Madison gave her a look, “I don’t believe that.”

They all gave Madison an odd look and took a sip of their drinks.

Rose mentioned, “Kink can be a deal breaker.”

Madison with a disgusted face blurted out, “He’s suggested wearing a cock extender.”

Alison, Cheryl, and Rose glanced at one another.

Rose mentioned, “I’d feel he’s being a conscientious lover?”

Alison added, “If I was with a guy who had a smaller member and he suggested wearing one I’d feel like he cared about me. If it makes sex better why not try it?”

Madison made a face, “I’m not into all that kinky stuff.”

Alison asked, “You feel a cock extender is kinky?”

Feeling cornered Madison stated, “It’s more than that.”

Alison felt compelled to ask, “What else?”

Stacy asked in a seductive sort of way, “Yeah. What is he into?”

The other ladies at the table noticed the change in interest.

“He’s asked me to wear lingerie. I believe he has this thing about jeans. When I wore tighter jeans he kept touching my ass.”

They looked at one another.

Madison in a hushed tone asked, “You know what he suggested he could make me?”

Cheryl felt she was about to regret her question, “What?”

“He wanted to sew me a pair of crotchless jeans.”

Silence at the table.

Madison added, “What sort of guy sews?”

Stacy mentioned, “I wouldn’t mind a guy who is willing to sew.”

They all glared at her.

Madison in frustration said, “How about if a guy bought you a crotchless body stocking? Or suggested sewing you a corset? Or wants you to wear crotchless tights?”

Cheryl asked, “Is he able to perform without his kinks?”

Madison made a face, “Do I look like some deviant?”

Cheryl answered, “I’m not saying you are.”

Madison defensive, “Then why are you suggesting I would wear such things?”

Based upon the massive kink list in the book. Alison felt these were pretty vanilla requests. Alison recalled what was written in the forward of one of her books. The author mentioned what one person considers to be kinky another will believe it’s vanilla. The author went on to suggest a persons own sexual likes and dislikes might seem contradictory to another lover.

Rose answered, “What is a concern. Is when a person is if their desired kink is part of the play. Or when a kink or a fetish leads to inappropriate behavior.”

This confirmed something Alison highlighted and marked in two of her books

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Madison answered honestly, “He became excited without me wearing anything kinky.”

Alison thought about her relationship with Dale. Near the end of their relationship she purchased a few lingerie outfits. She honestly found it exciting but her boyfriends indifference killed the excitement. For the first time, while listening to this conversation, she considered the possibility it was the type of lingerie she was picking. She wished she would have asked Dale what type of lingerie he wanted her to try on. She went deeper with her thought; there was the possibility he disliked her wearing it. She became frustrated with herself. She would never know because she was to afraid to ask. She again wished she would have read all of those books before having sex. She again promised herself she would never be afraid to research anything sexual ever again.

Stacy asked, “Is he into anything else?”

Madison leaned in, “You know what he suggested?”

The ladies shook their heads.

“He suggested because he was smaller we should try anal sex.”

Stacy shrugged her shoulders.

Cheryl answered, “That’s not something I’m into.”

Rose answered, “Some people like it.”

Alison thought about everything she read about this topic.

Alison mentioned, “I’ve read. Women who enjoy anal sex look for smaller guys. Maybe this is why he…”

Madison purposely interrupted Alison, “I’m not letting a guy put it in there.”

Alison being curious asked, “Was he into anything extreme?”

Madison with frustration in her voice stated, “I’d say he’s extreme. Between his small dick and his kinks. I’m not doing it with him!”

They stared at her.

She said with determination, “I’m breaking up with him as soon as I leave here.”

Alison offered, “I wish I went out with a guy willing to discuss his desires.”

In a sarcastic tone Madison said, “Then go out with him.”

Alison gave her a look and took a large sip of her smoothie. She became silent just in case Madison recanted her permission.

Cheryl looked over at Alison and asked, “Did it ever work out with Scott?”

Alison answered with a shrug, “No.”

Stacy immediately mentioned, “I’ve heard he has a real big cock.”

Alison found herself answering, “A big cock isn’t everything.”

The ladies looked at her.

Alison blushed.

Madison asked interested, “What haven’t you told us?”

Stacy asked, “Did you do it?”

They stared at Alison.

Alison decided if she wanted to be more expressive with a partner she needed to practice. She felt this was a good time to start.

“We tried it.”

Madison asked, “Tried?”

Stacy’s eyes went large, “Did you stop it?”

Alison answered, “Yes.”

Rose out of concern asked, “Why?”

“He was horrible at foreplay.”

Cheryl commented, “You weren’t ready were you?”

“No.”

Stacy asked, “You seen it?”

Alison rolled her eyes, “It’s about eight and half inches.”

Madison asked, “Is he single?”

Stacy added, “I believe he is.”

Rose and Cheryl rolled their eyes.

Alison offered her advice, “I feel Cheryl is right. I used to believe the key to great sex was a big cock. I no longer feel that’s true. Just because a guy has a large member doesn’t mean he’ll be a good lover. I feel Scott is a horrible lover.”

Stacy asked, “He wasn’t good in bed?”

Alison answered, “I found him to be rude.”

Cheryl asked out of concern, “Everything alright?”

Rose added, “Nothing happened?”

Alison answered honestly, “He stopped when I asked him too.”

Madison commented, “You asked him to stop?”

Alison heard the layers, “Yes. To borrow a term Cheryl used. I didn’t like being hit by a jack hammer. I’m tired of sex being uncomfortable.”

Stacy and Madison looked at one another.

Alison matter of factually said, “I’ve decided to wait until I’m married to have sex again.”

All of the ladies looked at her.

Madison commented, “Come on?! Really?”

Rose glared at Madison then looked over at Alison, “If you want to wait do so. Don’t let anyone else convince you otherwise.”

“I won’t.”

Madison felt compelled to be snarky, “I hope fingers and toys will be enough.”

Alison had a list of equally snarky replies run through her head.

Instead she took a breath and decided to be honest, “I used to feel guilty when I enjoyed myself.”

Cheryl immediately said, “You shouldn’t feel guilty for masturbating.”

“I realize that now.”

Stacy being sincere said, “I didn’t have my first orgasm with a guy until I started to masturbate. It helped me understand how my body worked.”

Alison answered, “It’s taught me a great deal.”

Madison made a face, “You don’t want sex?”

Alison answered, “One day I want to make love to a husband who will love me back. Until then I’m content to explore on my own.”

Rose offered, “In hindsight I wished I would have taken a break after a terrible breakup during college. It’s worked out wonderfully. But maybe it would have worked out better if I wouldn’t have been in such a rush to find the next man.”

Cheryl added, “I feel the break I took after my husband died was beneficial for me and my daughter.”

Alison acknowledged, “Thank-you.”

Madison asked, “Don’t you miss it?”

Alison answered, “Not really.”

Rose with compassion in her voice asked, “Have you had great sex?”

Alison jumped on this, “No. The best was when I fooled around with my first boyfriend after high school. I’ll take the heavy petting we did over the sex I had with Dale.”

She paused.

Turned toward Madison, “Or Scott.”

Cheryl mentioned, “Dale wasn’t the greatest of guys.”

Madison concurred, “I agree. You could do better.”

Alison decided to share, “Sex with Dale was very routine. I could easily blame Dale for this. But I was at fault too. Before having sex with Dale I believed I knew a lot about sex. Worse I assumed he would know what to do. After the horrible experience I had with Scott I realized I knew very little about sex. Since then I have…”

She paused.

The ladies at the table gently waited for her.

Alison put her thoughts together.

“My desire is to have a fulfilling monogamous sex life with a husband. After horrible experiences with Dale and Scott I realized I needed to learn more. I’ve read many books and I’ve been seeking out legitimate research on the internet. I want to be with a guy who is able to express his desires. Just as I want to be with a guy who will listen to mine. If we end up struggling we’ll work it out together. I don’t want a man who’ll look elsewhere instead of working things out with me. I’m not expecting sex to be great every time but it doesn’t have to be miserable either. I’d rather be single and masturbate than endure terrible sex.”

Cheryl stood up and hugged Alison.

Alison accepted the hug.

Cheryl whispered, “You deserve a good guy. I hope you get to experience the love making I’ve experienced with both of my husbands. They were different but both cared about me. And I was able to be honest with both.”

Alison whispered back, “Thanks.”

Cheryl stepped away.

Rose hugged her too.

She whispered, “Communication is so important. It’s wonderful being with a guy who listens.”

This is when Alison caught a glimpse of a clock hanging on the wall.

She became concerned, “I’m going to be late.”

Stacy asked, “Headed to the stables.”

“Yes. I have to go.”

Alison collected her things. She hugged each one of these ladies and stepped out of the coffee shop. As she walked to her pick-up-truck she wondered about Cameron. Alison hoped Madison would be tactful. She unlocked her pick-up-truck and stepped in. Alison was impressed Cameron was willing to work things out. She was impressed he’d suggest wearing an extender. Dale was terrified of sex toys. She found it interesting how Madison disliked Dale. She believed they would be a perfect match. Then again Madison would probably break it off after a month. She started her pick-up-truck and drove to work.

She was employed by one of the wealthiest families in the State. She loved working for this family, loved working on a ranch, and was overjoyed she could make living working with horses.

Section Two: Discovery

*** 5 ***

The family Alison worked for consisted of: a grandmother, parents who were semi-retired (they were planning on fully retiring in three years), an Aunt (sister of the dad), four sons, and three daughters. All of these siblings were married. Each sibling was involved, or was in charge of, a different aspect of the family business.

The oldest daughter and the youngest daughter were in charge of everything involving horses. The oldest sister was sixteen years older than Alison while the youngest was two years older than Alison. The family she worked for and Cameron’s family had known and worked with one another for generations. Cameron and his older brother Rock bought a failing outfitter and turned it around. What no one knew; was the father secretly gave Cameron and his brother horses and funds to get started. The family Alison worked for often promoted Cameron’s outfitter. Rock and Cameron had taken the father on many business hunting trips. Rock and Cameron hunted with the brothers both recreationally and on business trips.

For three months Alison kept her interest in Cameron to herself until she unintentionally reveled her interest. Alison was called to bring a horse to the pick up area. She was surprised to see Cameron and his brother Rock there. How Cameron handled the horse impressed her a great deal. He was able to get it into the trailer without any major trouble. She was unable to stop herself from talking to both Cameron and his brother. Alison believed Rock let Cameron talk longer than they really should have. Alison would never forget Rock’s patience and kindness.

The two sisters noted the way Cameron and Alison acted toward one another. After, the sisters made sure Alison was around when the brothers were at the ranch. These two ladies worked it out so Alison and Cameron attended a party their Father was throwing. Alison and Cameron, on purpose, were hired to work a special event at large horse racing track. A track owned by a nearby Native American tribe. The way Alison and Cameron worked together encouraged the youngest sister to inform Alison when and where Cameron was showing his art.

*** 6 ***

The only way these sisters would go to this trouble is if they respected Cameron. Alison correctly assumed if the sisters disliked or mistrusted Cameron they would have bluntly discouraged her. This was especially true of the oldest sister. This was the first of many reasons she was willing to show Cameron she was interested in him.

Another factor; was the knowledge Cameron had been single since Madison broke up with him. She would have mistrusted Cameron’s motives if he was a serial dater. Alison correctly surmised, part of the reason he was single, was due to Madison’s big mouth. A couple weeks after Madison broke it off with Cameron. Madison became drunk at the largest and most popular sports bar in a four county area. Madison getting drunk was a bad idea for a person who only drank a half dozen times in her life. Before this night she at most had two beers. At this impromptu work get together she downed mixed drinks and shots.

With each shot and mixed drink her ramblings about men and how she couldn’t find a good one increased. One of her coworkers made the mistake of asking her why she broke it off with Cameron. In her drunkenness she answered honestly. She told everyone on how Cameron had a tiny dick and he never satisfied her. Of course she left out her unwillingness to work with Cameron. She made matters worse by holding up two fingers and showing everyone how large he actually was. In her defense; (if someone was looking for her to have a defense) she would have never acted this way without getting drunk. Before this night of debauchery she only discussed Cameron’s penis size with the four ladies at the coffee shop and her sister. None of these ladies spread any rumors. Blurting something like this in a packed sports bar was like starting a forest fire in a drought. In a five county area everyone was only three people away from knowing someone else. What added to this wildfire was the fact Cameron and his brother owned one of the two most successful outfitters in the state.

The way Cameron handled the situation impressed Alison. A lot of people encouraged him to belittle Madison on social media and confront her in person. There was no doubt he was angry and embarrassed. Alison found out, through the youngest sister, he believed if he retaliated this would have brought negative consequences to other people.

When Madison spotted herself on social media using her fingers to describe Cameron’s penis she felt horrible and was legitimately embarrassed at her own behavior. She humbled herself by posting an apology on social media and by personally apologizing to him. Alison was impressed when he simply accepted her apology and suggested she never drink again.

What stopped the social media harassment was when an ex-girlfriend named Debbie-Sue defended Cameron with a three paragraph post. (This was one of the reasons Madison apologized on social media.)

In the first paragraph Alison took notice of four things. The love Debbie-Sue felt for Cameron made it difficult for her move. She needed to move to the upper Mid-west because of a family emergency and would most likely never move back (Alison found out she was engaged to someone else). Debbie-Sue bluntly stated what a great man Cameron was and a woman would be lucky to marry him. In the second paragraph she implied (in a way only an irritated woman can) Madison was superficial and ignorant. In the last paragraph Debbie-Sue described climbing over a mountain. A couple sentences from this last paragraph caught Alison’s attention. These were, “Many times women fall short of reaching the peak of a mountain because of the men who are attempting to guide us. Not only was Cameron able to lead me over the first mountain we often times scaled over two or three mountains.”

This caused Alison to message Debbie-Sue. Alison reminded Debbie-Sue they attended high school together and Debbie-Sue worked with Alison’s Mom at the large truck stop. Alison asked Debbie-Sue if she was being honest about Cameron. Alison left her phone number, an email address, and when it was the best time to reach her. Debbie-Sue eagerly called Alison. They talked for hours. Half of this time was catching up. The other half was discussing Cameron. The way Debbie-Sue talked about Cameron as a person and a lover impressed Alison.

Around this time Cameron was showing interest in her. She felt guilty for sending mixed messages but she had her doubts. A large portion of her doubt stemmed from the feeling she wasn’t ready to date anyone. The rest of her doubt was around the nagging idea his small penis would never satisfy her (if Cameron had a real large cock she would have been worried about the same thing). She felt guilty for having this doubt especially after the discussion at the coffee shop. What added to this guilt was what Debbie-Sue and Mary confessed to her. Based upon their word Cameron’s love making was excellent. Mary was Cameron’s first girlfriend. Alison felt Mary wished it would have worked out between them.

She correctly felt, all she needed to was show Cameron the slightest bit of attention and he’d ask her out. There were two things she felt she needed to figure out. She wanted to figure out if a small cock could satisfy her. The second was to figure out what she liked more: sexual intercourse or foreplay. Because her past partners were so horrible she had no idea what good foreplay felt like. She went deeper with this line of questioning. If Cameron could only satisfy her through foreplay would this be enough for her? The least thing she wanted was to hurt Cameron as Madison did. She decided on a four step approach to confirm or deny her doubts.

She would again dive into sexual research. She focused her attention on small cocks and foreplay. She went on line and read countless personal accounts related to small cocks, oral sex, and different forms of foreplay. She read every article and every survey discussing small cocks, oral sex, and different forms of foreplay. She felt many of the articles discussing men’s penis size were trying to encourage both men and women. Women’s experiences with small members were mixed. What seemed to be a favorite experience with just about every woman was oral sex. What Alison found interesting with these surveys, a large percentage of women, would take great foreplay over a small cock.

The second step was finding out if a small cock would turn her on. On a Friday night where she had the whole weekend off. In spite off a year and a couple months avoiding pornography. She logged onto the internet and searched for nude porn pics of small cocked guys. She focused on any guy she suspected was the size of Cameron. This neither confirmed or denied anything.

She took the next logical step. She logged onto the porn tube site she dedicated to women. A site she had an account. For the first time she clicked onto the category: “Small Cocks.” She was honestly surprised and relieved this link was on a site that advertised to a female audience. One thing she disliked was any video where a guy was humiliated for having a small cock. There was no way she would belittle or tease a guy for the size of his cock.

What turned her on was a glamour video where a five inch cocked guy made love to a woman who looked similar to her. The next day she spent hours watching porn clips. Later in the day. She found herself getting off to a four inch cocked husband pleasing his wife. Right after watching this video she enjoyed herself to another homemade video. In this video a guy with a micro penis was devoted to his girlfriend and gave her at least two orgasms through foreplay.

On the following morning she got herself off again while watching another homemade video. This time a very attractive athletic guy with a four and a half inch penis satisfied his wife. There were several things Alison noticed about this longer video: based upon how the bedroom looked they had been together for years, Alison wished she had at least one partner in her life who kissed her like the husband did, she hoped whomever she married was into oral sex the way the husband was, the wife was eager to give his small penis a good jacking off, it was obvious the wife didn’t have an orgasm while he was inside of her, but the wife seemed content after multiple orgasms.

What Alison disliked was wasting a whole weekend watching pornography. This was not her intent. Her intent was to only spend the Friday night viewing nude pictures of men. She believed if she continued to watch pornography she would become addicted to it. She promised herself she would avoid it.

She spent the next few days thinking about all her research. At the midweek point she was still undecided. She hated doubting anything. What bothered her was all her knowledge was book knowledge. Life experience had taught her there was often a difference between book knowledge and real life. Plus, she never again wanted to feel any sort of anxiety because of a guys size; big or small. She felt she needed “real-life” experience. The dilemma was how to get this real life experience without sleeping with a guy.

She found the answer while grocery shopping. She was frustrated with herself for not thinking of it earlier. After putting her groceries away she immediately logged onto the same website she purchased her butt plugs. She purchased a jelly-like four and half inch realistic dildo. She was happy when it arrived four days later. She found it to be cute (the purple color helped with this assessment). With her being able to see and grip the toy she felt she had a proper perspective on what a small cock would be like. The negative was the lack of a full feeling. The positive was it never hurt. What she found arousing was rubbing it against her clit as if a guy was humping it (a woman online mentioned this technique).

With this small dildo being less intimidating than any real cock she decided to try giving it a blow job. She took out the how to please a guy book. She turned to the section discussing oral sex. She poured chocolate syrup over the dildo. Based upon the instructions described in the book she performed oral sex on the toy. She felt really silly doing this. The benefit was practicing oral sex without worrying about the guys reaction. After this practice she felt there was a difference between a small cock and a big cock. She also wondered if poring chocolate syrup over a real cock would improve the experience.

After a couple weeks she purchased what the website called a four inch clear cock dildo with balls. The suction cup made it obvious what the intention of this toy was. The first few times she attached it to the top of the bathtub. The best part was how easy it was to mount. Like the last toy she was disappointed in the lack of a full feeling. In general she liked having control of the pressure and she liked how she could move her hips. This was the reason she kept using this toy. Depending on how she moved her hips caused the dildo to hit her G-spot. This was the first time she ever experienced this. She found it exciting to attach the dildo to the wall and go dogie style. This being pleasurable surprised her. This was a struggle with Dale. What she liked about both positions was the ability to touch herself while the toy was inside of her.

After a week of enjoying this toy it occurred to her to insert an anal plug while humping the toy. She wondered why it took her numerous times before thinking of this. This helped with the full feeling and improved the experience.

The last step was to find out if she would enjoy oral sex. She correctly believed she only experienced subpar oral sex. She purchased a flower looking oral sex stimulator with a small tongue hanging out. It only took one use for her to understood why so many women enjoyed oral sex. Alison hoped Cameron was as good as this toy. If Cameron was as good as Debbie-Sue and Mary said he was, she would embrace Cameron with the knowledge he was great at foreplay but intercourse was less than stellar. She wanted both to be satisfying but she was mentally prepared for sexual intercourse to be less than stellar. In many ways she was already used to this. She assumed if Cameron was as good as these ladies said no matter what intercourse was like she’d “cross the mountain”. After what she experienced, to have an orgasm seventy-five percent of the time, would be awe inspiring.

These were the reasons she decided to show Cameron she was interested.

Section Three: Setting Boundaries

*** 7 ***

Alison pulled into a small covered mall where the art fair was taking place. This mall was in a community fifty minutes from where she lived. In larger communities a mall this size would have been shut down. It stayed open because: it was the only covered mall within miles, it held the towns community center, and a post office. Besides the community center it had a fairly large new and used bookstore, a grocery store, a shoe store, a pet store, a few clothing stores, a couple fast food restaurants, a dinner that only served breakfast and lunch, a national department store chain (the chain considered this to be a small store), and a large department store devoted to farming and ranching. The community center tried to host at least one event every month. They were ecstatic when they held an event over a whole weekend or two events in a month. On this Saturday they were having what they called an art fair (this included crafts).

Alison had difficulty deciding on what to wear. She knew he had a thing for jeans and was kinky. She first asked herself what style of jeans did he like? Did he like a western style or more of an urban style? Her follow up question, was he just into jeans or did he have a thing for denim? This led to another internal debate. If he was kinky was he turned on by what she perceived as flashy or was he turned on by an aggressive outfit? Until this moment she never purposely dressed to gain his attention. Most of the time she was wearing an equestrian gear. The two social events she experienced with him she wore a cocktail dress and what she considered between evening wear and casual. The last time she met him he wore: a baseball cap with an American flag embroidered on the front, a button shirt, jeans, a belt buckle with an American flag stamp, and snake skin cowboy boots. Based upon his glances, she felt certain he liked her backside, had a thing for boots, and wondered if he had a thing for equestrian outfits. These and other questions led her to create multiple outfits.

These outfits centered around four pairs of jeans. The first pair was an urban style dark blue and light tie dye wide leg pair of jeans. She enjoyed wearing this pair the previous summer. It was tight on her backside and believed he would like it. The second pair was the tightest pair of denim she owned. This was a pair of pink high waisted Capri jeggings. She liked how this pair highlighted her backside and it matched a variety of tops. The third pair was what she considered flashy. It was a pair of high waisted patriotic stars and stripes super flare jeans. One side was in red and white strips and the other was in blue and white stars. She purchased this pair the previous summer. She wore them while riding in the Fourth of July parade (her employer often advertised their ranch by riding in this parade).

What she finally decided on was a pair of western style floral embroidered bootcut jeans. With this choice she decided to go with a full denim outfit. The top she chose was a western style reverse denim long sleeved snap button shirt. She choose to wear the side with the dark blue with a light blue spread collar. She added a floral tooled brown leather belt with a silver oval belt buckle engraved with the words “American Cowgirl”. Above the words was an American flag and below the words was a face of a bull. She selected a wool cowgirl hat with a rope style outside band. Believing he had a thing for boots she chose a pair of black and white exotic styled python western boots with a snip toe. She: wore light makeup, rhinestone encrusted pistol earrings, a simple rope looking cuff bracelet, made sure to take her handmade leather brown and white embroidered concealed carry shoulder handbag and wallet. She made sure one of her handguns were inside. She was happy to find this bag on a website devoted to handmade products.

She entered the one story mall next to the bookstore. Looking through this short hallway she spotted the art booths lined up in the center of the mall. Smaller booths were back to back. Larger booths faced the side of the mall she entered. She looked forward to viewing all of the arts and crafts. Besides enjoying the art show she planned on taking care of some needed shopping.

Of course she planned on spending time with Cameron. She felt this was an obvious way to show interest. By the time she reached Cameron’s booth she purchased: a few pieces of jewelry, embroidered hand towels, and an embroidered baseball cap with a fish on the front. Her plan was to give this hat to her Dad and a few of the towels for her Mom on Christmas.

She casually stepped into his art booth. He was on a step stool removing one of his horse paintings. Alison heard the couple purchasing the painting tell Cameron they were on their honeymoon. Based upon their accents and how they dressed she was certain they were from the upper Mid-west. She felt the painting was beautiful. She often times visited the location of this painting. While he rang up the panting she noticed on the front table business cards and pamphlets of the outfitter he co-owned with his Brother. She watched as he stepped over to a husband who was looking at these pamphlets. This husband waved another husband over. Cameron discussed a fishing trip. Alison found it interesting when their wives led them away. She then watched as one of the few out lesbian couples in the four county area purchased three small horse paintings. Alison was impressed on how respectful he was to everyone.

She felt he was the perfect height. She liked his dark hair and his green eyes. She adored his natural muscles. She assumed correctly they were developed by working with horses and surviving in the wilderness. She was impressed with how well he was dressed. He was wearing a green western style button shirt, a western tie, a brand new pair of jeans, and decorative handmade cowboy boots. She checked out his backside. Glanced at his front and wondered what it looked like and how small it really was. She found herself staring at his hands and his lips.

She blushed.

She turned away and gazed upon a rack displaying leather goods. Hanging on the wall was an advertisement of the online boutique she purchased her purse from. The reason she never recognized the last name was because Cameron sister was using her married name. Based upon a couple pictures on the advertisement Cameron’s Mother helped with this business. Alison correctly surmised these two ladies made the purses, female wallets, and makeup kits. After studying these items she became interested in a nearby display case. She correctly assumed he was the one who made the wallets and holsters. On stands were three opened binders. She started to page through one titled “Saddles.” Inside were plastic sleeved photographs of saddles he made and embossed. She recognized one of these saddles. The youngest sister owned it. It amazed her on how his manly hands could produce such beautiful paintings and such detailed work.

He stepped up to her, “Howdy.”

She smiled back, “Howdy.”

He asked, “What brings you here?”

“I needed supplies and needed to shop.”

They both knew this was a half truth.

She went on, “I was surprised to see they were having an art fair. When I saw your name on the artist list I had to see your artwork.”

They watched a couple women step over to his leather goods and page through one of his other catalogs.

“If you wouldn’t mind waiting for second?”

She winked and flirted, “Of course. Business is business.”

He smiled and stepped over to the ladies.

As he stepped over to the counter she casually glanced at his frame. She turned away before anyone would noticed. She waited patiently by continuing to page through the binder. She listened to every word spoken and paid attention to how he treated these ladies. She admired how respectful he was. He briefly glanced at the woman wearing tight western style jeans.

Just as he was about to talk to Alison one of these ladies asked about a wallet in the case.

Before Alison stepped out of the booth she winked at him and tipped her cowgirl hat. As she stepped away she purposely made sure he’d see her backside. She glanced at her watch. She would make sure to be back when he would be tearing down his booth. In the meantime; she would use this time to explore the rest of the art fair and accomplish some shopping. The two stores she was most interested in was the one dedicated to farming and the shoe store. She spend time adoring all of the live animals in the pet store. Her heart went out to a timid rescued cat that no one seemed to want. She would have purchased this cat but her rent would have gone up. She would keep an eye on this cat.

After putting her bags into her pick-up-truck she made sure to help Cameron take down his booth. During this time they discussed a variety of topics. She was delighted he asked her out to dinner. They sat at a local restaurant talking for hours. Just before leaving the restaurant he asked her out on an official date. Before accepting the date she informed him of her intentions. She was dating to find a man to settle down with and get married. Her heart leaped when he stated he was looking for a wife. Her heart leaped when he agreed to waiting until they were married to have sex. This is when she agreed to another date.

*** 8 ***

Six months into their relationship Alison was overjoyed to make Cameron dinner.

The previous week he confessed his love to her while attending a professional baseball game. This touched her heart. This was the first time a guy confessed his love to her without sex being involved. As the day progressed they both felt a strong desire to have sex. She was impressed when he dropped her off in front of her apartment building but remained in the car. He made sure she entered the building safely before driving away.

A friend of hers spotted Cameron in a local jewelry store looking at rings. In two weeks he planned on taking her to a very expensive restaurant where men often proposed. She felt they needed to have an in depth conversation about sex. She felt this conversation needed to happen tonight. She didn’t want to break if off after he proposed. She wanted to find out: if they had mutual desires, if he was able to express his desires, how he’d react to her desires, she felt they needed to discuss fetishes, what his plan would be if they struggled sexually, and if he’d pressure her to perform a sex act. Based upon how he behaved so far she wanted to believe he would never pressure her but she wanted to know for sure. She hoped this conversation went well and they were indeed sexually compatible.

She never again wanted to be with a man who would pressure her into sex, into a sex act, or to wear clothing she disliked. She felt the need to test him. This was why she purposely wore a pair of blue tye dye high waisted bootcut jeans. They were tight and highlighted her backside. She matched the jeans with a dark blue and white loose fitting crewneck shirt. A shirt where a hand could easily reach up to her breasts. He’d find her wearing a pink embroidered flowered lace transparent bra from an expensive bra and pantie set. A set she only wore once. She was fully aware if her shirt came off he’d see her small breasts underneath the fabric. She was wearing the matching pantie. She was of the assumption he’d never see her wearing these. She was human and was in love with him. Just in case they did get this far she wanted to match. She wore a light amount of natural colored makeup to look appealing. She added dangling silver and blue western style earrings.

She was happy to turn off the gas flame of the stove and place the meal on the dinning room table. She called out to Cameron who was watching a hunting show. He turned off the TV and stepped up to the table.

While enjoying dinner they discussed family business. They specifically discussed the family reunion Cameron was taking her too. He mentioned taking her Dad and older brother on a fishing trip. She told him it was a good idea. After dinner Cameron helped her put everything away and clean the kitchen. While she was cleaning the counter he stepped up to her, put his arms around her, and for the second time in their lives confessed his love to her.

She allowed this and stood up. She felt his cock grow underneath his jeans. This was the first time she felt it. She speculated it was the thickness of her four inch dildo and around five inches in length. She started to melt when he kissed her on the neck. This immediately caused an internal debate. There were only two options. To stop him or go all the way. For the first time he moved his hands underneath her shirt. She felt his hand slide the bra cup off her tiny breast. He started to tease her nipple. This sent shivers through out her body. She had never been touched this way before. Her nipples quickly became hard and she started to feel herself get moist.

She gently moved his hand off of her breast.

“Wait.”

“Okay.”

She put her bra back into place, turned around, and leaned against the kitchen counter.

She could tell how frustrated he was but he remained a gentleman by stepping backwards and leaning against the opposite counter in front of the microwave.

“I want us to wait until we’re married.”

In frustration he asked, “Why do you want to wait?”

“I’m not ready.”

“Why?”

“Before I have sex again I want to make sure we’re in love and we’re truly committed to one another.”

“I meant it when I said I loved you. I’m not the type of guy to tell you I love you to sleep with you.”

“If I felt you were lying to me. I wouldn’t be with you.”

He sighed, “Okay. I won’t pressure you.”

Her heart leaped.

She said with love in her voice, “I appreciate it.”

He winked and smiled, “I guess I’ll be waiting on a woman.”

She said, “I hope it’ll be worth it.”

Concerned he asked, “Why the doubt?”

This was the opening she was looking for.

She answered, “I’ve only experienced subpar sex.”

With confidence he said, “I don’t believe we’ll have terrible sex.”

She answered, “Part of the reason sex was terrible was because of my partners overconfidence.”

“I’m confident but not over confident.”

She felt this was the time to take this conversation deeper.

“What happens if sex becomes routine?”

“I hope that never happens.”

Very serious, “No couple wants to believe sex will get routine. What happens if it does?”

He answered what he believed, “Change it up. Be more spontaneous. I’m always willing to try something different.”

“What happens if I feel our sex life is getting routine but you feel differently?”

“Just because I feel it isn’t routine that doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel routine for you.”

“Would you want me to fake an orgasm?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“If you fake an orgasm It’ll send the wrong message. I’ll believe I’m pleasuring you when in fact I’m not helping you get off.”

She said matter of factually, “I experienced that before. I never want to experience that again.”

“Why would you fake it?”

“To end it.”

“I’d rather have you tell me it’s not working than you lying.”

“I never felt I could tell him.”

“Why did you feel this way?”

“He’d get angry and blame me. I admit I was partially at fault because I didn’t communicate well enough. But it hurt when he’d imply it was all my fault.”

He asked, “You know you can tell me right?”

“I want to believe so.”

“I want you to tell me if you don’t like something or something isn’t working.”

Her heart leaped. She felt he was being honest with her.

He confessed, “It was awkward when I faked it.”

She gave a surprised look, “I never heard of a guy faking an orgasm?”

“It can happen.”

She wondered who this was. She didn’t feel it was her place to ask.

Cameron continued, “I believe we should be honest about everything. Especially when it comes to sex.”

All at once she felt doubt. Dale said this to her on more than one occasion but he never really believed it. She reminded herself Cameron wasn’t Dale. Even still, she felt the need to test is statement, she did so with something that concerned her.

“I know you slept with Madison. Have you been tested for any sexual transmitted diseases?”

“No.”

She said, “Before we do anything I’d like you to get tested.”

“Even though I used a condom?”

“I went and got tested.”

This surprised him, “Oh.”

“A woman reached out to me and told me she had slept with Dale while we were together. She said she never knew about me. She found out about me when she found out he was cheating on her.” She paused, “I’m embarrassed to admit I had a one time fling after breaking up with Dale.”

“Sorry to hear Dale cheated on you.”

She rolled her eyes, “It doesn’t surprise me any.”

There was a brief moment of silence.

She broke the silence, “As soon as I found out I made an appointment with my doctor. I’m clean by the way.”

“I’ll go and get tested.”

With a surprised tone, “You will?”

“If you believe I should.”

“Madison had a dozen or so boyfriends and flings since I’ve known her.”

He gave her a look, “I didn’t know.”

“I’m sure she wasn’t honest about things.”

Cameron commented, “Isn’t that the truth.”

“Why would you sat that?”

“She said she didn’t care about a guys size.”

They studied one another.

She decided the direct approach with a nice tone was the best, “Is it true you have a small penis?”

“I thought you knew.”

“I want you to tell me.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want us to pretend it’s bigger. Or never discuss it. It’s the same as if I faked an orgasm.”

He gave her a look.

She answered the look, “I wanted to see if we’re able to talk about these things. I never again want to be in a relationship where sex isn’t ever discussed. I want to feel free to discuss anything without either one of us feeling like we’d need to hide anything. This includes your small penis.”

He smiled.

She waited.

He stated matter of fact, “When erect I’m five inches.”

This felt good to say.

“Okay.”

He was surprised by her reaction, “You don’t mind?”

“You want me to be honest?”

She could tell he was prepared for the worst but hoped for the best.

He answered, “Yes.”

“I wish it was bigger.”

He answered honestly, “I wish it was bigger.”

They laughed. Laughing about it made them both feel at ease.

She became serious, “I’m happy it’s not smaller and I’m grateful it isn’t huge.”

“Really?”

She answered sternly, “Yes really.”

They stood in silence for a second.

She asked, “You don’t believe me?”

“I want to believe you. But I believe Madison broke up with me because of it. I always felt my other lovers were just being nice.”

Alison answered, “Don’t fret over Madison’s preferences. I’m a different person.”

“You don’t mind me being smaller?”

“You can’t help what nature gave you. What’s important is how we deal with it. If it is an issue we’ll have to work it out together.”

“You’ll work it out with me?”

She answered truthfully, “Of course.”

He stated, “I appreciate it.”

Her heart jumped again. She never felt appreciated by Dale.

She kept this to herself and dug deeper, “How do you feel your penis size will affect our love making?”

She was purposely using her interview skills she learned in college. She learned these in psychology and journalism.

He collected his thoughts.

She waited.

“At first I was embarrassed. I worried I’d never find a woman who would have sex with me. Then I just accepted the fact I was smaller. At that moment I promised myself I wouldn’t let my size stop me from being an excellent lover. I assumed I’d need to learn how to please a woman in every other way. During this research I came to realize there was more than just going all the way. Two of the three ladies I made love to were overjoyed I embraced everything involving sex.”

She flirted with him, “I was told you take your time and care about your partner.”

He wondered if Alison had contacted Debbie-Sue or if she knew Mary.

“I believe it’s the reason the ladies I loved came back.”

The way he said this melted her heart.

She again dug deeper, “What about positions?”

Being serious, “With one of my partners it was difficult.”

She asked, “Did you work it out?”

“At the beginning we focused on foreplay and struggled through different positions. We found the three or four that worked. With her a position was either great or it was a dud.”

Alison knew this was his first girlfriend Mary. A woman he started to date after high school.

Cameron stated with some frustration, “Madison never wanted to try different positions.”

“What? Did she just lay there?”

He made a face.

“It isn’t proper to talk about a past lover. Especially with you two being friends.”

“I won’t tell her.”

“Then why ask?”

She answered, “I’m not trying to hurt Madison.”

“Then why ask?”

“I’m trying to find out if we’ll be able to work through things. I never again want to feel sexually helpless.”

“Makes sense.”

“I heard her side of it but I’d like to hear what you felt.”

“I wouldn’t say she just laid there. She just wasn’t very…”

He paused and was trying to find a word.

He blurted out, “Adaptable.”

“Oh.”

“With me being smaller not every position will work.”

She answered with a wink, “I’m willing to try different positions.”

He smiled.

She pointed to herself, “What’s encouraging to me is you like foreplay. I want to find out how wonderful it can be.”

“I’m looking forward to showing you.”

“This is one of the reasons why I’m looking forward to being with a guy who has a small cock.”

This was a half truth. She would feel the same if Cameron had a big cock. What was important to her was if her partner could communicate. There was one sex act she would only try with a smaller cock.

“You are looking for a guy who is smaller?”

“I’ve read many accounts on how smaller guys are giving partners. I want to be with a guy who cares if I have a good time or not.”

“I assume all women want that.”

She smiled.

“The other reason I’d be interested in a smaller guy….”

She paused.

Silence.

She knew this was her moment. Would she practice what she preached or would she only expect him to be open and honest.

“I’d like to try anal sex.”

She wondered if he’d ridicule her.

“Have you ever tried it?”

She leaped at the wonderful tone he used.

She found herself blurting out, “I enjoy using butt plugs. I tried one because I read it would prepare me for anal sex. I also felt this was a good way to see if I’d like it.”

She worried he’d ridicule her or feel different about her.

“It’s a good way to prepare yourself for it.”

“So you’ve had anal sex?”

“One of my partners was into it.”

“It’d be nice trying it with someone who’s done it before.”

He answered, “If it’s something you like I’m happy to do it.”

“It doesn’t sound like you like it?”

“One of my partners was really into it. The other wasn’t. It’s not a must for me but it’s enjoyable.”

She asked, “I feel you’re kinky?”

“Why would you think I’m kinky?”

“Madison said you were.”

He made a face.

“I get turned on by things.”

She winked, “Like when I wear jeans like this?”

She purposely turned toward the cabinets, leaned on the counter, and presented her backside, “I see you checking out by buttock.”

Silence. She imagined the shocked look on his face.

She asked, “If we make love will you touch it?”

He said, “I’ve imagined what it would feel like.”

She glanced back at his crotch. She could tell he was excited. All at once she felt she was being mean. She also felt a great deal of compassion for him. With all of this sex talk she was turned on herself. She was impressed he didn’t touch her. She turned around and stepped up to him. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her backside.

Her heart pounded.

She looked at him.

“Show me how you’d rub my ass.”

She expected him to grab her cheeks and be rough. Instead he massaged her cheeks. He was exploring every inch of her backside. She never had a person touch her this way. Other guys would slap it or pinch it. Based upon the way he was touching her she believed he was equally excited touching her jeans.

She: set a boundary, tossed out a reassuring hint, and asked a question at the same time. “The day you’ll see my nude is on our wedding night. If we’re to end up married. On this night will you touch my anus?”

“If it’s clean.”

She answered, “Fair enough.”

They were both breathing heavier and getting more aroused.

“I’ve read reverse cowgirl is fun for a guy who likes looking at a girls backside.”

He answered, “It is.”

She felt his cock move.

“I’ve also read reverse cowgirl is a good position for when a guy is smaller.”

She again wondered if he would ridicule her.

“A position I like is called nirvana.”

He was now really gripping her cheeks. She was moist. This was the first time in her life she became moist just by having her backside caressed. In fact she had never been touched this way before. Her chest was becoming flush. They were pressed up against one another. She felt his stiff cock jerk. She felt if they kissed it was over. She needed to talk.

She mentioned, “It’s like missionary but my legs would be closed and yours would be on the side of my legs.”

“I’m impressed.”

She asked, “Why?”

“I’ve never met anyone who knew this position. Much less the name.”

They stared at one another. She never believed her backside would be an erotic zone. The way he was touching it was melting her. She felt his right hand leave her backside. It made it to her front. She let him touch her through the fabric. She had a decision to make. He made it easy when his hand started to unbutton her jeans. She gently took his hand and moved it back to her backside.

“Not yet.”

She expected him to be angry. It was obvious he was disappointed but he continued to massage her backside.

This was awkward. They were in some sort of limbo. She realized she was being a tease. This was not her intention. She pulled away.

They looked at one another.

She took a deep breath.

She asked, “Are you able to stay longer?”

“Have you changed your mind?”

“I want our first time to be on our wedding night.”

“It’s one of the reasons I love you.”

She had the compulsion to have sex with him in the kitchen. It wasn’t easy to restrain herself. It was obvious he was frustrated and needed relief. She could have cut the conversation off and picked a different day. She wanted to continue to talk to him. She wanted his company but didn’t want to go all the way. She knew she had been a tease and felt sorry for him. She had an idea.

Very seriously she asked, “Would you feel better if if you relieved yourself?”

With a surprised look he said, “What?”

She was more blunt, “Did you need to masturbate?”

“You want me to masturbate?”

She clarified, “I don’t want to watch.”

“Oh.”

“I want to continue this conversation but I need you focused. You can use the bathroom or the guest room.”

“Your serious.”

“Just don’t make a mess. While you are giving yourself relief I’ll finish cleaning.”

He asked, “I wouldn’t mind seeing you use your butt plug?”

“You would?”

“Oh yeah.”

“You don’t want to watch me masturbate?”

Silence.

Based upon his look she said, “You do?”

“Oh yeah.”

She smiled.

“Not today.”

“Is it okay to be disappointed?”

They stood there in silence. She thought about what she read in the book discussing kinks and fetishes. It mentioned how people with fetishes would often masturbate while holding onto or looking at their fetish. She recalled what she read on internet boards. So often spouses were upset their significant other had fetishes and kinks. Alison felt people felt threatened their partners had fetishes. She also recalled on how the partner with a fetish or a kink just wished their significant other would understand. She never wanted a spouse to seek someone else who would understand. If it was true he was looking at rings, she felt she needed to embrace his fetishes. Depending on what they were and what they involved would depend on how she handled them. She believed she needed to figure out if fetishes were a deal breaker for her. She also felt she needed to find out if he had control of his impulses. She created a test for Cameron and herself. She: unbuttoned her tye dye jeans, zipped them down, slipped out of them, and handed him the pair.

She would never forget the look on his face.

“What?”

“Take these with you.”

“Really?”

“I’d rather have you enjoy yourself to my pair of jeans than watching porn.”

“You don’t like porn?”

“Lets talk about that later.”

He asked, “Would you mind if you gave me your bra too.”

She gave him a look.

“I liked the feel of it”

He expected some resistance.

She asked, “I hope you don’t feel offended at this. Do you wear woman’s clothes?”

“No. I’m just turned on by them.”

She asked, “So you masturbate to women’s clothes?”

“I’ll lay out women’s clothes and enjoy myself.”

He worried she’d break it off with him.

She considered all of the things she read. She thought about how she felt about him. She recognized this was a test for her. She reached up from underneath her shirt, took off her bra, and handed it to him.

She gently turned him around, “You take care of yourself. I’ll change into a different pair of jeans and clean the kitchen.”

He asked, “Can I cum on them?”

She set a boundary, “Not on the bra.”

“Okay I won’t.”

He asked, “What should I do with the jeans?”

She opened a bottom cabinet, pulled out a garbage bag, and handed it to him.

“You can have them.”

“Seriously?”

“I don’t mind.”

He stepped up to her, “I love you.”

She smiled, “I love you to.”

He leaned in to kiss her.

“It’s why I need you to masturbate. I’ll wait until after you leave.”

He again glanced down at her privates.

She noticed his cock move under his jeans.

“Go take care of yourself.”

“Are you sure?”

“As long as you never act inappropriate I don’t mind.”

“I’d never act inappropriate. I’m not the type of person who’d purposely hurt someone.”

She believed him.

He again glanced at her privates.

She turned him around, “Go.”

She watched him carry her pair of jeans and bra to the guest bedroom.

“Clean up.”

He waved, “I will.”

She thought of something, “Not on the comforter.”

“No problem.”

She watched him eagerly step into her guest bedroom.

She was surprised at her own behavior. She would have never done this with any other guy. She imagined Cameron laying out her clothes and jacking off. This was odd. Then again it felt erotic.

She focused on what she needed to accomplish. She quickly finished cleaning the kitchen and stepped into her bedroom. She needed to change her panties and slipped on a pair of old cargo pants. She pulled out from underneath her bed a dark green plastic tub. While she did this: she heard the guest bedroom door open, she heard the bathroom door close, heard him hang her bra on her bedroom door handle, and soon heard the TV. She focused on the items in this plastic tub. She selected the book: about sexual issues, the position book, and the fetish book. She quickly opened the position book and based upon the tabs found “nirvana.” She’d be open to trying this position. She grabbed these books and her laptop. She happily carried them into the living room.

Cameron was surprised when she stepped into the living room carrying books and her laptop.

She purposely avoided the couch and sat in a nearby chair.

They looked at one another.

She decided to crash through the awkward feeling they were experiencing, “Feel better?”

“You want the jeans back? I’ll wash them.”

She smiled.

“Keep them.”

“Why are you giving them to me?”

“I’d rather have you imagine me instead of viewing pornography.”

“You don’t like pornography?”

She answered honestly, “I used to. I stopped because I felt I was becoming addicted to it.”

She wondered what he’d feel about this.

“I stopped watching it for the same reason.”

She felt compelled to ask, “You don’t feel less of me for watching it?”

“Why wouldn’t women like it?”

They smiled at one another.

She turned toward the books.

He wondered what all the colored tabs meant. He was surprised when she grabbed the book of positions. He watched her open every page with a purple tab. She stopped. Withe the book open she set it in front of him.

“I wouldn’t mind trying this one.”

The title of the position was called the crossed keys.

“I’ve never tried it.”

“Would you try it for me?”

He smiled, “Of course.”

She then turned to another page with a purple tab. This one had three other colored tabs on it, “See this says reverse cowgirl is good for a small cock.”

She again set the book down in front of him.

“I like this position.”

She joked, “I knew you would enjoy checking out my ass.”

He felt he could ask, “Would it be alright if I cam on your butt?’

“If you clean up the mess.”

“I will.”

“Please warn me before you shoot all over.”

“Okay.”

“Never on my face.”

“I think that’s rude.”

She smiled.

He asked, “Would you let me cum on your boobs?”

“On my small tits?”

“They’re still boobs.”

In a joking matter she cupped them, “They are too small to have breast sex.”

“If you jacked me off I could easily cum on your nipples. If you are holding my cock you could direct it.”

She gave him a face.

“You like my small tits?”

“I can’t wait to see your perky nipples.”

She smiled, “They do get perky.”

“I know.”

This surprised her.

She picked up the fetish book and turned to the index.

He watched.

She turned to a page with multiple colored tabs.

“Lets take a survey together.”

“I’m game.”

“Damn it!”

He asked, “What?”

“I forgot a pen and paper.”

Cameron volunteered, “I’ll get them.”

She pointed to her computer desk, “There are paper and pens in the top right drawer.”

He went to get them. She noticed he was hard again but tried to hide it.

She was very aroused herself. Even still, she was determined to wait. She would consider heavy petting if they were engaged and it was the only way they could make it until their wedding night.

He set the paper and pen on the coffee table.

She smiled.

“This is how it works.”

Because he loved Alison he would take the survey. This was the same reason he was willing to wait until they were married to have sex. He deeply appreciated her understanding of his fetishes. This confirmed for him she was the woman for him. She was the first woman his Mom really liked. He wondered if his sister would like her. Experience taught Cameron to take their opinions seriously. He was overjoyed he found a woman who didn’t reject him because of his kinks or his small penis.

*** 9 ***

Alison glanced at what she felt was a beautiful engagement ring. She focused on the dinner she was making. In two weeks they would be married. At the moment she wished they would have eloped. She immediately discounted her own regret. She wanted to enjoy everything a bride was to enjoy on their wedding day. This included waiting until they were married to have intercourse.

The reason they were able to make it without having sex were the rules Alison and Cameron maintained. These rules were: they were to never use tongues when they kissed, they always touched one another through their clothing (the exception being Alison’s small tits), they never removed their pants or shorts, and at any moment they could invoke the masturbation rule. If either one or both were having trouble maintaining their goal of waiting they were to let the other know they needed relief. There was to be no criticism and they always did so in private. Cameron often mentioned they could watch one another. Alison knew better. The reason Cameron agreed to these rules was the love and respect he had for her. The reason Alison came up with the masturbation rule was the compassion she had for him.

When Alison made this rule she never believed she would invoke this rule. Eight times she surprised Cameron when she needed to masturbate and Cameron did not. Four of these times she did so at her apartment, three times at his house, and during a hunting trip.

Both Cameron and Rock asked Alison to go along on this trip because a group of women hired them as their guides. Whenever a woman went on a trip Rock’s Sister-in-law Mandy (younger sister of Rock’s wife) went as a third guide. Alison never minded because Mandy was a lesbian. Mandy never officially “came out”, everyone just correctly believed she was, Mandy preferred it this way. She never wanted to be treated differently for being a lesbian. Whenever a group of ladies scheduled a trip Mandy and Rock’s wife Sandy went along. On this occasion Sandy was unable to attend. Sandy suggested they take Alison.

Alison invoked the masturbation rule during the last campfire. During the campfire she kept imagining Cameron taking her into the woods and doing it against one of the trees. Observing him being masculine during the trip was a huge turn on for her. It was obvious he was the leader. Rock and Cameron always proclaimed they worked together. They did work together. Alison correctly believed it was Cameron with the final say. At the very beginning of the trip Cameron made a point to introduce Alison as his fiancee. Still, two of these ladies seemed to be putting the moves on Cameron. Anytime it seemed these two ladies were getting friendly he would make it a point to get Alison’s attention. The one respected this and backed off. The other changed her tactic. The loyalty Cameron was showing to her only increased the love she had for him. This gave Alison the impulse to do it in the woods to seal the deal. To show this annoying women he was hers. What stopped her was the speculation this event would be less than ideal. It was the first time in Alison’s life she enjoyed herself in a tent, in a sleeping bag, and with a group of people only a few feet from her. It took great restraint and biting down on her camping pillow to stop anyone from hearing her or knowing what she was doing.

Before this trip Mandy and Alison never really spent time together, they didn’t dislike one another, but they never went out of their way to become friendly. Before the trip was over they became best friends. Since this trip Alison was actively looking to find Mandy a life long partner. Alison unsuccessfully set her up twice. To Cameron’s dismay this hadn’t deterred Alison from playing matchmaker.

Mandy never allowed herself to feel any romantic feelings toward Alison because it was obvious Alison was in love with Cameron. Mandy respected Cameron to much to mess with a woman he was in love with (it was obvious Alison was as straight as an arrow). Mandy quickly found out Alison could take care of herself and admired the way she handled the horses and donkeys. Mandy believed Alison’s quick reaction kept these animals calm when either a grizzly or a Sasquatch approached them. Mandy appreciated Alison’s willingness to take orders from the three of them. Never once did Alison act superior because she was engaged to Cameron. Alison took to Mandy because Alison felt she could trust Mandy in the back country. They felt they were watching out for one another. Both of them felt they could tell one another anything.

This began when Mandy privately expressed her belief the woman who backed off first was Bisexual and wanted a threesome. This conversation confirmed Mandy’s belief Alison was indeed straight and would never be involved with a woman. Another friendship moment was when Alison asked Mandy to help her with something. In less than ten minutes Alison put the fear of God into the woman who continued to approach Cameron. Mandy was ready to jump in if it came to blows, not to defend Alison, but to stop Alison from knocking the woman out. This stopped all inappropriate behavior from this woman.

When Cameron invoked the masturbation rule at her apartment he’d use her guest bedroom. Before Cameron arrived she would set out an outfit and a towel. When she no longer cared about an article of clothing she’d forgo the towel and put out a plastic bag. He was to put the item into the plastic bag and take the bag to the dumpster (many times he’d take out her garbage for her). This turned out to be fun for her. She liked guessing what outfits would turn him on. She ended up modeling different outfits for him. This led to shopping trips. She was delighted to find a guy who enjoyed clothes shopping. These things helped her figure out what his fetishes were.

These rules were getting difficult to maintain. Both wanted to make love to one another. The rule to never remove their pants stopped them from having intercourse. They both experienced orgasms while dry humping. Alison never dreamed it was possible for her to have an orgasm this way. She never knew how intense it felt to have jeans rub against her privates. What added to this rubbing pleasure was Cameron’s cock was on top of clit. She now knew, if she could never have an orgasm with him inside, she’d have him hump her clit. The added bonus was the way he teased her nipples.

Tonight. Instead of laying out a sexy outfit she was wearing one. She started with a burgundy colored bralette and panty sex. She fit herself into a pair of burgundy and white striped stretch skinny jeans. This was by far the tightest pair of pants she ever purchased. This pair of denim jeans highlighted her backside, showed off her legs, and rubbed against her privates. She classified this as a:”flashy fetish pick”. Over the bralette bra she slipped on a white long sleeved see through mesh sheer top blouse shirt. When she ordered the pants she ordered the top. Her plan was to wear this outfit during their honeymoon. She had never worn a top like this before. Until Cameron; she never believed a man would actually be turned on by her small A cup tits. Based upon the outfits she had set out for him she believed he’d like her outfit. She pinned up her hair, applied what she felt was sexy makeup, her burgundy lipstick was the focal point, slipped in burgundy stud earrings, and sprayed on the perfume he bought her for Christmas.

She started to make them dinner. Her plan was to finish it just before he arrived. They would eat dinner together. She would set a kitchen chair in the living room where she’d give him a seductive striptease. She hoped during the striptease he’d tease her nipples. Maybe she would allow him to mouth them. She often imagined what his mouth would feel like on her erect nipples. At the end of the striptease she would tell him to remove his clothes. She would then insert a butt plug with a handmade leopard print tail attached to it. This went with an outfit she planned on wearing during their honeymoon. After she would masturbate in front of him.

She started to feel guilty.

When she was done setting the table she down at her spot. She looked over the table and it was immaculate. Everything was set out perfect. All of her best dishes were on the table. She even added candles. She could have lied to herself. She could have ignored her guilty feeling. She knew Cameron wanted to have sex with her. She wanted to fully kiss him. She wanted to feel his hands on her skin. She wanted to feel his lips on her nipples. She wanted him to touch her backside. Sometime after the first time wanted to try anal sex. She liked his idea of a day where they waited until the end of the day to go all the way. During this day they would trade off getting one another off spontaneously. She wanted to try food play. She was looking forward to receiving oral sex. No matter what his size she wanted to touch it. No matter what his size she wanted to feel the intimacy of him inside of her. If it wasn’t great she wanted to feel him rubbing his cock on her clit. She just wanted it in a bad way. What she didn’t want was to be the person who broke their commitment to wait. This was why she was feeling guilty.

She thought about all of their sexual discussions. On how she preached about the two of them being honest with one another. She thought about how important it was for him to be honest with her. She sat at her spot feeling like a hypocrite. The worst part was, she was so aroused, and so wanted to make love to Cameron she wanted to push away her hypocritical feelings.

She thought about how Dale had treated her.

She thought about how Scott had treated her.

She thought about how Cameron had treated her.

She stood up and stepped into the kitchen. As soon as she finished the dinner she placed a portion of the main course and all of the sides into containers. She carefully set these containers into a large grocery bag with handles. She wrote a passionate two paged letter. She taped the letter to the handle of the paper bag. She quickly changed. She took a drive to a park and waited for his call.

The phone rang.

She answered it.

In an odd tone he said, “It’s me.”

She asked, “Did you read the letter?”

“Oh.”

She waited. She heard him take the note off the bag and read it.

“Are you sure?”

“The next time we meet will be at the rehearsal dinner.”

She heard him laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing.”

Angry, “It’s not nothing.”

He answered, “I love you.”

She melted.

She heard him pick up the paper bag by the handle.

She demanded, “Wash the containers before we have to box them.”

“I will.”

He turned off the phone.

She looked around and felt she was isolated enough. She unbuttoned her jeans, zipped down her zipper, slid the jeans just passed her privates, leaned back, slide her hand underneath her panties, watched to make sure no one approached her pick-up-truck, and quickly rubbed herself off. This was the only way she’d make it until her wedding day.

Section Three: Experiencing the Climb

*** 10 ***

Alison and Cameron had a wonderful wedding day. A day they would hold close to their hearts.

They would have viewed their wedding day differently without the quick thinking and problem solving skills of Rock. Who was the best man. Many of the personal issues and small hiccups were solved by the awesome people skills and organizational skills of Alison’s older sister Molly. Who was the matron of honor. What the matron of honor and the best man were unable stop was the wedding running late. Everything started to run late when the pastors car broke down on the way to the wedding. Rock was the one who contacted a friend who towed his car to the church.

Rock became annoyed when the box for the wedding cards was misplaced. He had a suspicion on which cousin would “misplace” them. This cousin quietly left after Rock and Alison’s older brothers had a discussion with this cousin. There was a mix up on who was taking Alison’s grandmother home. A woman who insisted on staying until the end of the reception. The Grandmother mentioned several times on how all of this confusion would have been avoided if she still had her drivers license. Her complaining ended when Alison’s Mom sternly reminded her she would have needed to drive a night. A thing the Grandmother hated to do. One of Alison’s sober brother’s took the Grandmother home.

Alison and Cameron originally planned on leaving the reception at seven thirty. Alison felt it would have been rude to leave at this time. She wanted to make sure they greeted everyone at the wedding. They were honestly enjoying their own wedding reception. They settled on leaving around nine but there was no shielding Alison from the confusion with her Grandmother. With the two and half hour drive to the hotel they changed clothes before leaving. Alison was grateful Molly took care of her beautiful wedding dress. By the time they left the parking lot it was almost ten. An hour into this drive Alison fell asleep (this was a testament to Cameron’s driving skill).

Cameron knowing the area pulled his large pick-up-truck in front of the glass sliding doors. Doors the hotel kept locked at night and kept an eye on during the day. Cameron: panned the parking lot, glanced at the lake, and checked the mirrors of his truck before waking up Alison. He spotted the bellman stop and look outside before he unlocked the glass doors and stepped out of the hotel.

After the bellman took all of the bags into the honeymoon suite Cameron carried an exhausted and tired Alison across the threshold. It was easy to convince Alison it was alright if they waited until the next day. If Cameron insisted she would have found the energy to make love to him. Instead she gratefully moved her personal items into the bathroom and slipped on a new pair of pajamas. These were far from the sexy lingerie outfit she put together for their first time. If they would have arrived at 10 PM she would have enjoyed wearing this outfit and made love to Cameron.

By the time Cameron changed into his sleep clothes and entered the bed she was sound asleep. There was no doubt he was disappointed they were waiting one more night. He just didn’t have the heart to wake her. He tried playing a fishing game on his phone. It often stopped working because of the low signal. During one of these buffering moments is when he heard Alison talking in her sleep. Every one of Alison’s family members told him she talked in her sleep. Alison vehemently denied this. He entertained himself by asking her questions. It was obvious based upon her answers he was affecting her dreams. She stopped talking when she mentioned they needed to hurry or they would miss their plane.

She again became quiet.

He stared at her for a couple minutes. He truly loved his wife.

He connected his phone to the charger and went to sleep.

*** 11 ***

Alison woke up to the sound of songbirds. She panned the hotel suite. She loved the antiques and the western motif. She felt Cameron picked the perfect place to spend their first few days together. Based upon how the staff treated them Cameron had stayed at this hotel before. She spotted a painting of the hotel. She remembered correctly they were at the base of a mountain and next to a pristine lake. The west side windows overlooked the lake. She was unaware of this because the blinds were closed. She correctly surmised this was the last building on the electric grid. She correctly assumed there was a backup in case the grid failed. She was correct in believing only a few floors were open at this time of year. Based upon the time of year she again assumed the hotel had only been opened for a few weeks and there was a limited staff. She speculated in a month this large hotel would be filled to compacity.

She listened to her husbands heavy breathing.

She glanced at a digital alarm clock. In two days they would be driving to a large metropolitan airport. Where they would leave the pick-up-truck. Rock and his wife promised they would drive it back to their house. They were flying to Fort Lauderdale where Cameron would meet the rest of her family. She was looking forward to taking a charter and seeing dolphins. They would fly back to a smaller metropolitan airport east of where they lived. It would be a four and half hour drive home. One of Alison’s younger sisters were picking them up. They planned on staying at a Motel two hours into the drive. They would leave early and arrive home before lunch. The next day they would finish moving into their house. She was grateful this was a small truck rental. As soon as the purchase of the house became final they started furnishing the house. She stopped thinking about all of this.

She slipped out of bed making sure she didn’t wake her Husband. She stepped over to one of her suitcases. She opened it and took out the white lingerie outfit she planned on wearing on their wedding night. She grabbed her over the knee handmade boots one of her sister-in-laws made for her wedding. She adored the white lace going up the sides. She knew her husband had a thing for tall boots with heals. These boots not only matched her wedding dress it matched the outfit she brought into the hotel bathroom.

She spent an afternoon and an evening putting this outfit together. She wanted him to remember what she looked like the first time they made love. She believed she was sending the message he didn’t have to look anywhere else to have his fetishes fulfilled.

She wanted this first outfit: be a wedding theme, have a romantic feel, while being kinky, and show off her feminine side. She began by searching dozens of websites looking at honeymoon and wedding sets. She never found a set she liked or could wear. She wished her boobs were bigger or her butt was smaller. She wondered why there wasn’t a company smart enough to make a lingerie set for a woman with her body type. It seemed to her there were sets made for every other type of woman. She disliked how a set would be perfect for her small titties but the bottom half of the set didn’t look right. Or the bottom half of the set looked sexy but then the top would have looked horrible on her. What added to her difficulty was her torso was longer than her legs. There was no doubt she was in shape. Nature just decided to give her small boobs and a larger backside. What kept her looking was the way Cameron looked at her. More important than is looks, was how often he complimented her. She felt no reason to disbelieve him.

Her solution was to put together her own set. This decision led to many debates. With the outfit being a separate she knew the outfit wouldn’t exactly match but she suspected Cameron wouldn’t care. She started with the bottom half of herself. She then focused on the top half of herself. This was even more frustrating than starting with the bottom half of the outfit. What worked was when she decided to match her wedding boots.

Then there was the styles: romantic, kinky, elegant, and even outrageous. What really helped her was when she decided to make a more kinky outfit for later in the honeymoon. There were other choices: garters, no garters, babydolls, chemise, bodystockings, robe, no robe, gown, no gown, the many different types of panties, different styles of bra’s, and accessories. This is why it took so many hours to choose what she would wear the first time they made love. She never believed this would be the next morning.

She loved the bathroom of this honeymoon suite. It was large had mirrors above the two sinks and there was a full length mirror on the door. She neatly set her lingerie on a clothing rack and set her boots on the floor. Cameron’s towel was haphazardly set between the sinks. She picked it up and placed it into the hamper the hotel provided. This is when she noticed all of his things were laid out on the counter just passed the second sink. Her impulse was to collect his things and put them into the opened ditty bag. She stopped herself. The least thing she wanted to turn into was her Mother. As long as everything was neat and on his side of the sink she’d ignore the fact everything was on the counter. She slipped off her pajamas, neatly folded them, and set them next to the lingerie.

She did her business. She was thankful she brought everything she needed into the bathroom the night before. She opened a drawer and took out wipes she placed in the drawer. She spent the time to make sure her backside was really clean. She wasn’t sure if they would attempt anal sex the first time or not. If they didn’t on this first time she hoped they would try it in the next couple days. She used the mirror above the sink to make sure she was clean if they did. This is when she started to take her shower.

Just as she stepped under the water she heard the door open.

She quickly slide the shower door open and stuck her head out, “I’m not ready yet.”

“I have to pee.”

She answered, “Oh.”

He suggested, “Maybe we could take a shower together?”

“Not now.”

“Why not?”

“I want our first time to be special. I have a surprise for you.”

He smiled, “I like surprises.”

“I know you do.”

“Why not tell me what it is?”

She snarled, “It’s a surprise.”

“I do have to pee.”

“Shut the door and wait a second.”

“Okay.”

She jumped out of the shower, quickly wiped her hands, and wrapped towels around her outfit. She jumped back into the shower and yelled, “Okay!”

She watched him step into the bathroom. To her horror he stepped up to the toilet and was about to pee. She stepped back into the shower.

He said while peeing, “Maybe I should look for this surprise.”

She answered, “Please don’t.”

He simply answered, “I won’t.”

She believed he wouldn’t.

He so wanted to jump in the shower and have sex with his wife. He didn’t. While washing his hands he noticed her wedding boots. He suspected the surprise was a sexy outfit. His impulse was to look under the wad of towels on the clothing rack. He settled on the fact he would have to wait an hour to have sex with her and see what type of outfit she purchased.

She heard him wash his hands and step out of the bathroom. This is when she continued her shower. She used an expensive body wash, shampoo, and soap. She trimmed her landing strip. A few weeks prior, for the first time in years, she shaved her area down to this landing strip. It was feminine without any hair getting in the way. She hoped Cameron was as good at oral as his ex girlfriends proclaimed. She made sure this area was really clean.

She was both nervous and aroused.

She stopped the water and dried herself while still in the shower. She pulled the sliding door open and stepped over to the clothing rack. She lifted up the towels. She slipped on a pair of white scalloped sheer lace boyshorts. She matched these with a pair of white lace top sheer stockings. She then turned to the full length mirror to make sure the stockings were straight. She adjusted the left leg so it looked better. She turned toward the mirror. She reached over and grabbed an O-ring necklace. This necklace went from her neck and attached to her nipples. The chain itself was S-styled. This chain went around her neck down to the top of three connected O-rings. Attached to the bottom ring were two S-Styled chains that attached to nipple clamps. She picked it up and looked at it. Her heart pounded. Cameron never mentioned liking something like this. She purchased it because she liked jewelry and she enjoyed nipple clamps. Putting this on meant she was into kinks too.

She looked at herself. She took the necklace and put it on. Her breasts became hard when she attached the nipple clips. She felt herself start getting a little moist. She took a couple deep breaths and calmed herself down.

She looked over at the white lacy bralette cami with flowered detailing. She turned and looked at herself in the mirror. Her heart pounded. Her small A-cup breasts were now the focus of this outfit. She considered removing the necklace. She could easily slip the bralette cami over the necklace. She discounted both these ideas. With anyone else she would have removed the necklace and put on the bralette cami. She set her hair. She slipped in pretty stud earrings. She then attached to her stockings a white embroidered garter belt. She liked how it was above the panties. She was grateful she found a garter belt that matched her stockings. She slipped on her boots. She was certain he liked the three inch heals, the ribbons on the side, and how it went above the knee. She again looked at herself in the full length mirror. She had never worn an outfit like this before. This was both exciting and nerve racking.

There was a knock on the door.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes. I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Okay.”

She smiled.

She stepped over to the cart and slipped on a white sheer floral detailed robe with a strap. She had never worn a see through robe before. The floral detailing gave the whole outfit a feminine feel. Facing the front she could see the jewelry and her breasts. She turned to the side. She could easily see her backside. This was one of the most erotic things she ever did.

She felt so many things. Her biggest fear was Cameron being disinterested. This would have been worse if he outright disliked it. She mentally criticized herself. If this was a possibility she would have never married him.

She again faced the mirror. She watched herself slip on a pair of white stretch fingerless gloves with a flower pattern. She stepped away from the mirror and stepped toward the door. She stood in front of the door. She took a deep breath. Out of simple nervousness she again stepped in front of the full length mirror. She untied the strap and adjusted everything. She tied the strap. She closed her eyes. She took a deep breath. She stepped to the bathroom door one more time but this time she opened it.

She heard him playing a game on his cell phone.

She quietly and timidly stepped out into the large suite.

*** 12 ***

She wanted to say something. She just sort of stood there. Again a thousand thoughts and feelings were going through her. She was suddenly self conscience of how she was dressed. The worry sex would be horrible. The hope sex would be great. She wanted to believe he would be a giving partner. A worry he would lack confidence because of his small penis. A worry she would never feel satisfied. A hope he was great at foreplay. She wanted to experience an orgasm while receiving oral sex. Was hoping she would be a better lover than she was with Dale or Scott. She wanted to be the best woman he’d ever been with.

She spotted him look at her.

He turned off his phone and set it on the nightstand. She wished he would have changed into something better than an athletic outfit. She made a mental note of this. This didn’t stop her from feeling everything she was feeling. Her heart was pounding away.

All of her worries stopped when he said, “You look beautiful.”

All she could muster was, “I do?”

He stood up and walked up to her.

He stopped.

Again a thousand thoughts went through her mind.

“Would you turn around?”

In a timed voice she said, “Okay.”

She turned around quickly.

He said, “No.”

“What?”

He gently walked up to her, “I want you to turn around slowly.”

“Why?”

“I want to admire my wife. Who I love with all my heart.”

There was no doubt this was cheesy. What was important he said it to her. There was no reason to doubt what he said.

With confidence she slowly turned around and faced him.

He stepped up to her and kissed her. She responded in kind. Quickly the kissing became passionate. With how long they waited she expected him to quickly undress her. Instead he stood there kissing her. She wrapped her arms around him. Their kissing became really passionate. For the first time they danced their tongues. This was so erotic and sexual. She was never kissed this way. She made noises as he started to touch her backside. He had done this numerous times before.

She gently pushed herself away from him.

She could see the love and desire and his eyes.

She undid the strap and allowed the robe to drop.

She watched his eyes go directly to her necklace and down to her nipples. She worried he’d hate it. Then he checked her out from top to bottom.

He stepped up to her and touched her necklace, “I like this.”

Her eyes became large, “You do?!”

He pulled her toward him and began kissing her again. He reached down and touched her backside. He traced his hands around her boyshort panties. He moved below her panties and squeezed her backside. She could feel herself becoming moist. She loved his hands. She felt his hands touch her inner thigh. She let out a sigh.

He grabbed her hands, “I like the gloves.”

She was gaining confidence, “I thought you might.”

He grabbed her right hand and led her to the bed.

“Sit on the edge.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

She did as he asked.

He lifted up her legs and slowly removed her boots.