This is my first story of this genre. My ex (and only) girlfriend is described here as Jennifer. But remember, this story is pure fiction. Enjoy.
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I was sitting at the kitchen table and looking at the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. She was preparing the breakfast and she didn't notice me admiring her from behind. She was perfect in every way. She was complete in all the aspects I ever wanted in a woman. She was on the shorter side, only 5' 5" tall. And her body was slightly plump but not fat. Her jet black hair fell past her shoulders towards the middle of her back. Her untanned alabaster skin glowed under the morning sunlight which came through the window. Even after feeding our 2 kids, her beautiful 36C breasts have remained so firm and youthful. Her legs weren't like the ones you'd see in a model. Hers were more of motherly type with slightly fatter thighs. But they suited her figure more than the slim and long ones. She was wearing one of my old shirts and a pair of panties which were just enough to cover her pretty ass. Of course we let our kids to sleep till late in the morning on weekends and that's why she would wear like that in the early morning.
She is wearing spectacles as her blue eyes were suffering from Myopia, short sightedness. Some would not see that as beautiful. But for me, it only made her look more beautiful because there's nothing more stunning than slight imperfection in a perfection. You'd be wondering who I am describing so far. She is Jennifer, my beautiful wife for the last 12 years and the love of my life. Now I'm going to tell you our story.
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I've been living in the small town of Townsville since I was born and my parents had been living here since their childhood. I'm Michael Taylor. My dad is an Engineer, mom is a housewife and I am the only child in the family. Even though dad was busy with his work, he found time for the family too. In short, we were a one happy family.
The Adams' were our neighbors since I could remember. Mr.Adams was my dad's friend and they were co workers. Both our families were very close because of that. Their only daughter, Jennifer Adams was my best friend. She being 6 months older than me made her senior to me in every place by one year. Kindergarten, primary school, middle school and also high school. But that didn't matter for us to be best friends. She used to teach me some difficult lessons in school when I needed.
The time passed by and we grew older. Our friendship too was evolving slowly from friendship to a love. At least on my side. I really loved her. But I was afraid to ask her out as I wasn't willing to risk our friendship. I kept that feeling to myself for sometime. In the mean time guys were asking her out on dates. She went out with some guys and she declined others. But she never dated the same guy more than a month. Jennifer always told me when a guy asked her out on a date. She'd tell me all the details while we were coming home after school. On those days, I'd cry in the bathroom feeling pity on myself for not having the courage to tell her about my love for her. She was going out with the guys that only lusted after her body while the one person who loved her truly was crying alone in the bathroom.
That was enough. Finally I mustered the courage to tell Jennifer how I felt about her. One day we were walking from our school to home. This happened when she was in her senior year in high school. A boy had asked her out on a date and she had agreed. I was listening to her long speeches about the boy as usual. But that day my patience went over the line. "Don't go out with him," I said really quickly.
"What?" She looked surprised.
"I said don't go out with that guy," I was loud.
"But why?" She asked.
"I don't want you to go out with him. Not only him. Anyone."
"Why are you acting so weird? You've never been like this before when I went out with boys," she asked me again.
"That's because I love you. I'm so madly in love with you. Do you know how much it hurts me when you tell about all the boys that you've gone out with? Do you know that I'm a big time looser in dating just because I'm madly in love with you? Do you know there's me who is crying alone in the room when you go out and enjoy, because I didn't have the courage to tell you about how I felt about you? Do you know that I kept this to myself because I didn't want to risk you avoiding me if you didn't want us to be more than friends?" I was releasing all the pressure I had kept to myself. It was making me cry and I could see tears falling from her eyes too.
She hugged me tightly and started to cry hiding her face on my chest. "Oh Michael, why didn't you tell me all this before? I've been having the same burden on my head in the last few months. I too didn't have the courage to tell you about it. I didn't want to risk our friendship either. I couldn't date anyone for long because I thought that's wrong to date another person when I love someone. I'm so glad you took the lead to tell me how you felt." She looked at my eyes with her teary eyes. "Michael, I love you too."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Oh my god, please tell it again to make sure that I'm not dreaming," I told her.
She smiled wiping out her tears. "No Michael. You are not dreaming. I love you."
I held her pretty face between my hands and kissed her lips briefly. That felt so good to feel her lips on mine. I said, "This is the happiest day of my life."
I took off her pair of spectacles and wiped her tears. Then I put them back on her. Then we walked home holding hand in hand.
That marked the beginning of the happiest period of my life. We didn't go out much as we had all the freedom since we were neighbors. Jennifer didn't go out with anyone again but with me. Her friends were curious about that. But she didn't tell anyone about our little secret. We were best friends to the outside. But she was the love of my life.
One day I suggested her to take our love to the physical level. But she wanted to wait until both of us were legal to have sex. She had just turned 18 at that time and I was 17 years. We waited and waited. Then she graduated from the high school. She wanted to wait for another year before going to the college as she wanted both of us to go to college together. Our parents knew about us and her parents agreed her decision too. She found a job at the local super market as a cashier.
My 18th birthday arrived. I wasn't much into partying. But I planned on having a small party inviting some of my friends and specially Jennifer. It was a Saturday and I was reading one of my favorite novels sitting on my bed. Reading was one of my hobbies. My parents had gone to the town to bring the food items needed for the party. I heard a knock on my bedroom door. "Michael, It's me," I heard Jennifer's voice.