Chastity looked in the mirror. She was wearing her dark blue prom dress that still set off her blonde hair even though she graduated two years ago. It fit beautifully and she enjoyed the way the satiny smoothness fell just right over her 21 year old thighs. In fact, the dress looked better now that her curves had ripened and her face had lost its baby softness.
She was going on a date with her boyfriend Donald to a fancy restaurant. So fancy it was an hour out of town and she had only heard of it through affluent friends.
She had expected this night to come for a while. Donald had just finished up his associates degree at the local community college, landed what he thought of as a "decent" job and she expected a marriage proposal soon. In fact, tonight might be the night he got on his knees and popped the question.
There was only one problem. Donald was handsome and polite, and nice to her parents who thought the world of him. He cared about her, and she was even certain that he loved her, it was just that...well, they had never had sex. Despite the fact that they had been going together for four years, they had never done the deed. Not even once.
Of course she was sure everyone (including her family) thought they were fucking like rabbits. It certainly would stand to reason, and she did feel like he was attracted to her. She could feel him looking at her with lust in his eyes, and there was a magnetism there that was obvious to everyone who met them.
In fact, her mother had given her a long talk back when she started dating Donald. She went on about using protection and not letting her hormones compromise her morals, but she had never so much as seen his cock. He kissed her all the time, felt her up, and once he had even seen her breasts without a bra on, and she had rubbed up against his hard cock, but he always stopped short of taking it out of his pants.
When she brought it up, he said it was because of his religion. He went to church and was a good southern Baptist, so he felt a man and woman should be married before they had intimate contact. After all, his father was a deacon who took the job very seriously, and his mother a Sunday school teacher. He had been raised in a family where you went to church on Sunday, and abided by biblical teachings in all situations. Sex before marriage was just not something done in their family.
Chastity was religious too, to a point, but nothing like Donald. She believed in keeping up with the times, and that the views presented in the Bible, especially those presented about sex, were outdated. The Bible was a great tool of course, but was very much written at a time when there was no such thing as birth control, and women could get pregnant easily. They didn't have condoms, diaphragms or the pill back then. There were no reliable ways to keep from getting pregnant or diseased, so it was forbidden. Now a days if consenting adults wanted to have sex, they should be able to.
The sex talk was the only disagreement they'd ever had, if it could really be called that. She wanted to try sex before marriage, but he didn't, so they continued to kiss and fondle each other, never actually consummating in the actual act. She felt almost depressed that here she was, already 21 years old, naturally blonde, tall, athletic and trim, and yet she was still a virgin.
She saw Donald's headlights outside her apartment window, and her phone lit up with a text saying "I'm here!"
She didn't see any point in making him come up, so she replied "Be down in a second", grabbed her purse, headed out the door and down the stairs of her rustic building.
It was a long drive to Pascal's, the restaurant they would be going to and they didn't talk much on the way, opting to listen to music instead. Once there though, they were greeted by a man in a tuxedo and led into a candle lit room with linen napkins, silver salt and pepper shakers and handed simple sheets of paper with neat cursive font on them for menus. It was the type of place where everything was a la carte, and when the waiter spoke, he did so with a faint European accent.
"Wow, this is great," Chastity told Donald, enjoying the faint tinkle of piano keys coming from somewhere in the next room. She had only ever been to "nice-ish" restaurants in Oak Falls a few times a year, and this one was over and above any of the places she had been to with glass on the tabletops for easy cleaning and wipe off-able menus.
They talked about Chastity's secretarial job at the hospital and the new job Donald had just landed now that his associates had finished. He had quit his job at the grocery store only a few weeks before, and was now an assistant in the accounting department at a large law firm. He didn't love the work, but saw potential to rise up the ladder and the salary was more than enough to allow him to save up for a while and put a down payment on a house.
Eventually over dessert he said, "Well, I've brought you here to ask you something, and I hope you'll be happy about it." Chastity got excited. This was it. He was going to ask her to marry him. She smiled. Had he told her parents? Did her mother know?
"Yes?" she said expectantly.
"Will you have sex with me?" he asked and cocked an eyebrow.
"What?" Chastity said, slightly disappointed.
"I just got to thinking about what you said. Maybe it's best we do it before marriage."
Of course she had said as much herself, but hearing him articulate the thought in a high class restaurant where people came to celebrate milestones and well, actually get engaged was unromantic and tacky. You didn't bring your girlfriend to a place where they used real bone china and silver then ask her to sleep with you.
She took a deep breath, trying not to look too upset. "I told you I wanted to. It seems silly not to at least know if we are compatible that way or not." She was trying now to sound practical.
He brightened, oblivious to his tactlessness. "Oh that's great news. I booked a room for the night. That is if you're still up for it. I even got some...you know." he said, and she assumed he meant condoms. He was probably the only man in the western world who would blush at such a thing. Well, she wanted to do it and he was finally willing, so she would. She was ready to be devirginized and understand what all the fuss was about with sex.
After the bill was paid and they made their way to the hotel, Chastity found she was a bit nervous. It must have cost a fortune to rent the room. It had a king sized bed and hardwood floors. There was a jacuzzi tub in the bathroom and a large shower stall with so many settings she couldn't begin to operate it. It even seemed as though the floor could be temperature controlled, though neither she or Donald tried to figure out how to do it.
She took a long bath to relax, and once out, Donald was already splayed on the bed in his tighty whities. She had seen him in a bathing suit before, so it wasn't a shock. He was a good looking guy. Not in as good a shape as he had been in high school, but he was still the cute boy who had been on the wrestling team, the boy she had been wildly in love with in high school.
