Cherie and Al become engaged
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Author's notes:
1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk.
2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. The story is purely imaginary and, to the author's knowledge, bears no relationship to any factual occurrence.
3. This is the seventh chapter of the 'Mating Rituals' series - it is a standalone story but will make more sense if you read chapters 1 to 6 first (and why would you not want to do that?).
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Lance lay between his wife, Bel, and his daughter, Cherie as they cuddled together in bed. Lance felt quite drained, as he should after making love with both these beautiful women. He wondered idly how many men were this fortunate, then wondered how long he could maintain this pace of loving before he had to place the two sexiest women in the world on rations. He had missed Cherie in his bed while she was away at Karen's wedding so tonight, after she'd arrived home, they'd had a reunion celebration together even before Cherie had the time to tell her latest and biggest piece of news.
"We had a coffee together then sat talking for at least another hour," said Cherie, continuing her story of her first date with Al.
She had explained how he had texted her out of the blue at the very moment she was about to leave and return home. In that moment her life had changed. Instead of texting a reply, she had called him and they'd met later that afternoon. Cherie explained how her heart had leapt with joy when she received his text; she hadn't really known why until she saw him again at the café and had felt the genuine love for him in her heart. After that, she knew she was his, if he wanted her.
"I invited him home for dinner that night but he explained that he really had just arrived and his mother was expecting him there for dinner. He then suggested he should take me home to meet his mother. Well, I guess that is something all guys do when they're serious about a girl, but I didn't know whether that was the reason or whether he was simply being polite, because that's one thing he is, very polite and quite old fashioned. Not that there's anything wrong with that; quite the contrary, it's a real change to be taken out by a gentleman. He always opens and closes the car door for me." She chuckled as she made this comment, remembering the first time he had done this and how she had nearly slammed the door on his hand as she closed it herself.
"So he took me to meet his mother, Maggie is her name, and she insisted we have afternoon tea, as she called it. We had tea, not coffee, and biscuits, not cookies. Maggie was born and raised in England and thinks some American customs quite basic, so has stuck to the English customs for the most part," she explained. "After a while Al decided it was time to take me home to Frank and Karen's place. I invited him to return after dinner with his mom and spend the night with me but he didn't seem to think that was a good idea. 'But I hardly know you,' he'd exclaimed at the suggestion. I told him that spending a few nights together was an excellent way to remedy that, but to no avail. Damn the English style upbringing."
"So what did you do?" asked Bel, intrigued that it was her daughter trying to entice a guy into bed rather than the other way round.
"Well, what could I do? I slept with Frank and Karen in their big bed and Frank was able to ease my sense of frustration with Al quite nicely. Our romance, if it could be called that, continued for the next two weeks. We met each day for coffee, spent a long time talking each day, went for walks alongside the river in beautiful romantic settings, we kissed and held each other close frequently. Usually I could feel his engorged cock pressing against my belly, but it was the several layers of clothing between that were the problem. We went swimming and I wore my briefest bikini to entice him, but to no avail. His hard cock was obvious but no matter how hard I tried he would never make any move to put it where I wanted it. He didn't even feel my pussy or allow me to touch his cock. It was a very loving platonic relationship I guess, although that sounds like an oxymoron."
"He must have been very frustrated," said Lance, "I know I would have been."
"I really don't know. I tried discussing sex with him but always blushed, looked away and changed the subject. I was considering calling our meetings off and was about to tell him so last Sunday night when he dropped a bombshell. We were sitting on a park bench in a very romantic location after a wonderful dinner at a top restaurant. The view across the water was beautiful with the full moon glinting off the rippling wavelets. We had been talking about the future, wondering if we had one together. He was describing how great it would be to be married to me; I was saying the same to him while all the time wondering how I was going to tell him that I wanted to break the whole relationship off because I needed some physical loving instead of just talking about it."
"I can imagine that would have been an interesting situation for you," interjected Bel.
"Yes, it was, and frustrating. But it became even more interesting when he took his arm from around my shoulders, pulled a small box from his pocket, got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. To say I was stunned would be to put it very mildly."
Both Lance and Bel turned towards Cherie, propping themselves up in their elbows. At this stage Cherie had made no mention of being engaged.
"So you're engaged?" asked Lance at the same time as Bel asked "So you refused him?"
Cherie laughed. "Guess," she replied.
"Well, you're not wearing a ring so I guess you refused him," said Lance.
