A Couple's Story

Greetings to all readers, I would like to tell the story of my relationship with my beloved girlfriend.

Nastya and I met 18 years ago when we were studying at university. The story of how we became a couple is very ordinary and doesn't require description. Well, maybe just a couple of comments for the overall completeness of the story.

All my life before meeting her, I was shy and had no friends. But realizing that I couldn't live like that, I started courting her. Seven months later, in a park near a pond and next to a large oak tree, I confessed my love to her, proposed that we start dating, and received her agreement. To the question: "Why so long?" I can say that

only a month after we met did we start communicating with more than just words like "Hello," "Goodbye."

As a digression, I want to say that on the weekend, my parents came to visit, and my father, seeing how grown-up his son had become, slipped a pack of condoms into my wallet without saying a word. Paying for roses for Nastya the next day, I was somewhat surprised by such a surprise in my wallet. That same evening, I needed them when, after a late walk, she invited me for a cup of tea. When we went up, she said:

— Get undressed, make yourself at home, and I'll go change.

Tea it is, I thought, and went to put the water on. When it boiled and I was about to pour the hot water into the cups, she entered in a short silk robe that was well above her knees. At the sight, I even forgot I was holding the kettle, which led to me burning my hand.

— Ouch.

— I didn't think I'd have such an effect!

Taking the kettle from my hands, she went to get ice, we sat on the sofa and she started blowing on the burn. I touched her chin and turned her face so that our eyes met; she was so beautiful at that moment that, forgetting about my hand, I kissed her; it was magnificent. We weren't very skilled at it, as it turned out we were both virgins. Running my whole hand through her hair, I stroked her head and moved down her back and started caressing her; we continued kissing and caressing each other for about five minutes, then she pulled away.

— Wait.

She pulled one end of her robe's belt; underneath was a beautiful set of red lingerie.

— Darling, do you like it?

— I like it very, very much.

We took our time, knowing we still had plenty of time for everything; after a couple of minutes, she pulled my T-shirt off, and I in turn slid the already bothersome robe off her shoulders. She unclasped her bra, and I helped pull it off and tossed it aside. Under the bra were two beautiful size C breasts. Taking off my jeans and socks, I threw them to the same place where her bra had flown earlier. I started kissing her lips and moved lower and lower until I reached her panties. Then, throwing her over my shoulder, I immediately heard:

— Hey, put me down!

— Nope.

And with my hand on her beautiful female butt, I took my wallet out of my pants and then went to her room. Laying her on the bed, I knelt down and continued from where I left off. With my teeth, I pulled off her panties, and as I tossed them aside, she spread her legs apart. My eyes were met by a smooth-shaven pubic mound and closed labia. This surprised me the most, because in movies, when girls spread their legs, their labia also spread apart. Juices were already flowing from them, and I started licking them; by the way, it didn't taste as bad as my friends had described. She started moaning, and by the end of this process, the moans could be heard throughout the apartment. I took off my underwear and, taking the condoms from my wallet, put one on.

— Well, where are you?

While I was putting it on, one of her hands was on her right breast, kneading it, and the other was on her lower abdomen, stroking herself there. I lowered myself and started kissing her left breast and stroking her thighs; I can't describe whether she was moaning or already screaming by then. To avoid going deaf, I started kissing her beautiful plump lips and at the same moment began moving my penis along her labia, but this didn't last even ten seconds; with the hand she was using to stroke herself, she took it and directed it straight into her womb, but it didn't go far as it met an obstacle.

— Mmm.

I stopped kissing her.

— I forgot to say, I'm a virgin!

— I already figured.

— Don't hurt me, please.

— I'll try.

And pressing harder, my penis went in all the way.

— Oww, though I thought it would hurt more.

I started making thrusting movements into her at a very slow pace because it was very tight; when we both felt good, she started moving her pelvis towards me.

Her hands were on my back, and she started scratching it.

— Faster, faster. — She was screaming throughout the apartment.

We're panting, screaming with pleasure, moaning, and accelerating our pace as much as we can. Her nails dug into my back. After a minute, screaming began, and her muscles inside started contracting. It became so tight for me that I couldn't hold back either and came. I rolled over with her, and now she's lying on top of me. We lie there, slowly coming to our senses; juices and blood are flowing from her. Meanwhile, my scratched back started reminding me of itself. When we recovered, we went to wash up, washed, changed her bed sheets, and went to sleep.

Like everyone, we had a happy life, not without arguments, of course. Two years later, we started living in my apartment and together came to the conclusion that we needed to go to the gym, as we were both embarrassed by our appearance—no, no, don't think we were some kind of freaks, we just understood that extra kilograms didn't do us any favors. By the end of university, she had developed a devilishly beautiful and very firm butt, and I had even bigger muscles and abs.

When we finished studying and started working (at different companies), we agreed that we would tell each other about all our colleagues, as you know about office romances. About six months later, she told me that a new guy had appeared who was bothering her a lot; I went to take a look at him, you know, he was about 30 centimeters shorter than me—oh yes, I forgot to say that I'm just under two meters tall, and Nastya is about the same height as that guy. We come, she brought me to him and says:

— Meet my boyfriend, his name is Arthur, any more questions?

To which the guy, shrinking into his chair, replies:

— Veeery nice, no questions.

— Well, good that there aren't. Have a good workday, dear. — I say and watch Nastya leaving for her workplace. — Now listen here, if this happens again, you'll be lying in the hospital for a long time. Oh, and make sure no one tries to flirt with her. Got it? — To which he nods his head. — That's good. — And I left the office.

Returning home in the evening, we had dinner, recalled how our day went, laughed, and went to sleep.

In the morning, we had a quarrel, as usual, over the favorite topic of online gaming. And I decided to make her a gift for her birthday.

But I couldn't choose from several options:

— A gold ring with a diamond or with an emerald;

— A gold necklace with a pendant;

— Earrings with some kind of stone;

— Or a pair of bracelets for the wrists and one for the waist.

After about two hours, we came to a conclusion, and the artist left for the main part; a couple of minutes later, they returned and named the sum of 537 thousand. Yes, expensive, but what wouldn't you do for your beloved. Someone might say I acted foolishly; you're probably right in your view that I could have bought a better car or a bigger apartment—yes, I could have, but for me, a car is just

a means of transport, and I always said if it runs, it's fine, and why change the apartment since it's not far to work, both to mine and to Nastya's. So after thinking, I said:

— I'm satisfied with everything, but I don't have that kind of money right now, so if I come to you in a year, the price won't change?

— Unfortunately, it will change, but we have a solution: we can sign a contract now, and we'll set aside all the materials, so you can come in a year and the price will be the same, but we'll only start in a year.

— That's amazing, and can I ask a question? Do you make boxes for the jewelry?

— Yes, we do, and we've already included the cost in the total price.

— And how long will it take to make this set of jewelry?

— Within five months.

— Another question. During this period, can I bring part of the money if I don't manage to collect the full amount?

— Of course.

And we went to sign the contract. I liked it, but now there was the question of how to get the money without Nastya suspecting anything.

A couple of days later, I was offered a side job to write a program for some company; I immediately agreed, as it was a great opportunity to practice in the field of my life's work—oh yes, I forgot to say that my girlfriend and I are software engineers. A couple of days later, the program was ready, and I got the idea to help students with their code; for me, it wasn't difficult, and as I remember, they were happy that they didn't have to write those silly programs themselves. I started writing them at work, and at home, I did all my work for the company.

I stopped playing computer games because I had no time for them at all. We decided to go on a diet—well, how we, Nastya, and I had no choice but to agree. After a month of all this work, I was very hungry and gloomy because I was tired after all this, to which Nastya always cheered me up by putting on cat ears and starting to cuddle up to me; honestly, I was touched by girls with cat ears, and I immediately forgot all my troubles. For my vacation, I took work with me, which Nastya wasn't particularly happy about. A year passed like this, by the end of which I had 472 thousand in hand.

Remembering that tomorrow was the day to pay the money to start the work. It was Sunday, we stayed home and watched movies. After a couple of movies, she suggested watching some Disney cartoon where the main character was a princess; noticing the tiara on this princess's head, I decided that my girlfriend was no worse than these Disney beauties, and I decided to add a tiara to that set.

The next day, I came to that workshop and, going into the boss's office, gave all the money that had been hidden from Nastya.

— Okay, wait a minute. — He left the office. — Seryoga, start that order I told you about. — and returned to his office. — So, you still have 65 thousand left to pay.

— Yes, I know, but I would like to add one more piece of jewelry to that set.

— Well, what kind? I'm even curious, because you've already chosen everything we produce.

— Yes, I wanted to ask if you could make a tiara; can you do that?

— A tiara, you say, hmm, we've never had such a loving husband as a customer.

— Actually, we're not married.

— Hmm, strange, but that's your problem; yes, we'll make it for you, but we need to know what this tiara of yours looks like.

— No problem. Let's just work with your artist again.

A couple of minutes later, we started working. I don't know how much time passed because I was tired from all this drawing. In the end, we got a gold-plated tiara with a large green cubic zirconia in the center and a whole bunch of different sizes, but significantly smaller colorless cubic zirconias. We called the boss; when he came and we showed him our idea, he said:

— Hmm, well, well, I've never seen anything like it, but I don't care. — After calculating everything, he named a price of 237 thousand.

— Okay, at the end, so be it.

— We'll call you when everything is done, just leave your phone number.

Leaving my phone number, I left, and again these fun days awaited me.

Five months later, they called me. I hadn't managed to collect the entire amount and borrowed from a friend. When I came to the workshop, on the boss's table were two boxes, one large but flat, and the second small but much taller than the first, quietly resting on the first.

— I've come, and here's the second part, thank you very much.

— You'll thank me later when you check the quality.

I opened the top box and was amazed at how beautiful the tiara was; after examining it and putting it back, I closed the box, moved it aside, and opening the lower one, started examining the jewelry. Everything was done very beautifully; the composition of patterns of diamonds and emeralds on each piece was unique; everything was as I had planned.

— You are simply masters of your craft, thank you very much.

— If you need anything else, come.

I asked a friend to keep these boxes for me until the day I would pick them up.

And so, having paid off my debts and saved up for dinner at a restaurant and a trip to the theater, with a sense of duty fulfilled, I could finally start playing computer games again, as I hadn't played them for about a year and a half.

One day, I came with her to her office, exactly on the day she got promoted.

I realized this had to be the best day of her life. I immediately went to the theater to buy tickets for a play; fortunately, there were still a few tickets left for that day. And on the way, I reserved a table at a restaurant where I had acquaintances working. I also stopped by a friend's to pick up my gifts. I took the tiara home and hid it, and took the rest to the restaurant, and returning home, I waited for her to come.

When Nastya returned, she was very cheerful and happy; I told her to get dressed because we were going to a play. Nastya put on her favorite evening dress and very high stiletto heels, and under the dress, I could only see dark stockings, and I didn't know what else was under the dress.

We really liked the play, and we went to the restaurant, where a table was already waiting for us on the second floor by the window. There were very few visitors. I arranged with the waiter that he would bring me the box right before dessert. Right after the main course of fried meat with a side and wine, they brought me my box, and I immediately put it on my lap. We leisurely chose our desserts, and as soon as they were brought, I immediately started my speech:

— Dear Anastasia, we have been together for seven years now, and on this day, I would like to give you a gift for always being with me, in happiness and bitterness, joy and sorrow, and therefore I give you