Playing with Matches
Quenched Fire
Advice needed: I have a crush on a guy in my college Bible study group, but other than brief small talk over a coffee, we haven’t spent any time together. I got my hopes up when he offered to give me and another couple a ride to the group’s beach trip. The day went alright until he had a “wardrobe malfunction,” and I witnessed the unfortunate accident. The subject didn’t come up on the trip home. I’ve hardly seen him since; I think he’s ashamed to see me. Is there anything I can do to get past this?
Most of the advice Barbara received suggested the young man in question would make the first move if he were interested in her, embarrassed or not. She should put it out of her head and move on, they said.
Fire starter
“Barb, are you going to join Al and me for the weekend cruise?” Churches in our denomination had arranged for a multi-generational cruise for their members. “Roger is planning to go.”
Dream Fire
On a beach trip we’d both participated in, Roger had a “wardrobe malfunction.” I’d had a crush on Roger for several months, and my friend Jennifer knew this. The flash of his erection had eclipsed any previous admiration of his “cute butt.” But Roger had never sought me out, so I eventually forgot about it. Jen’s question about the cruise revived the memory.
I began to daydream he was coming to me. Cupping my face in his rough hands. Kissing me lightly on the forehead before those hands dropped to my shoulders, down my side, and then up again to fondle my rounded breasts. His fingers brushed them tentatively.
Then he reached up to slowly release the buttons of my shirt, his eyes glued to the widening swath of ivory-colored skin revealed as the collar fell away. After loosening the last button, he gently slid the shirt from my shoulders to let it fall to the floor. He placed his hands on my bare torso and looked into my eyes.
Reaching behind me, he unfastened my bra. He brought the silken lips of his mouth to caress the now hardened reddened prominence on my left breast. His hands continued their languid dance of releasing my secrets from their coverings. My lungs labored in quick staccato breaths. He placed his hands on mine to pull them to his groin. No malfunction this time. I released his manhood to expose it to the light of day and my hungry eyes.
He sat. Placing his hands on my hips he pulled me to himself and had me slide down onto his….
“Hello? Still with me?” Jennifer paused. The image of Roger receded into the mists of my imagination. “Your face is crimson. Is there something I should know? About you? About Roger?”
Fire Material
Roger came to my cabin to invite me to explore the ship. We stopped at a confectionary shop and agreed to share a bag of turtle clusters.
The ship’s photographer happened by. Pulling up his lanyard to let us see his credentials, he asked whether he could take some photos. So we sat on a nearby bench and practiced some poses.
“C’mon, dude. She’s your lover, not your ex.”
Sparks
My Lover? Thoughts raced through my head like a burst of machine gun bullets whistling through the air.
I want her to be my lover. Something about an advice column and moving on came to mind. In a moment of spontaneity, I slipped my right arm around her waist and pulled her tight. Barbara offered no objection to the abrupt intimacy. In fact, she snuggled even closer. Holding the bag of candy out to her, I whispered, “Take a piece, put it in your mouth, and I’ll bite off my half.” Barbara eagerly complied.
My world became only her and me. Her lips. She in my bed. Me above her. Our bodies meeting. Joined in union.
The moment lasted no longer that it took for the camera’s shutter to open and close. I reluctantly broke off the kiss and thanked the camera man. I steeled myself to look at Barbara. She wasn’t the vision of a moment ago, but she was real.
I reached out my hand to help Barbara stand up. It seemed natural to entwine my fingers with hers while we walked to the front of the ship. I was the first to break the silence. We made small talk. She asked about my work, and I revealed I was considering a job offer. If I accepted it, I would be moving across the country in the next week. I walked her back to her room. It was time to prepare for dinner. She lingered at the door.
“Back there with the photographer—that moment. You wanted to make love to me, didn’t you?”
“Very much.”
“And I you.”
Fire Control
Stepping through my cabin door, I turned and cooed, “See you at dinner,” fearful that any further hesitation would result in Al and Jen dining alone. With only my thoughts and the image of Roger walking away, I delayed taking a shower. Instead I rummaged through my bag to find my new dildo.
I thought of Roger. Of his cute butt. Of that moment at the beach. His lips brushing mine only moments ago. Looking into his eyes in that moment, I thought he seemed very far away. “Was I in your dreams, Roger? Am I in your bed? My lips are yours, my breasts are yours, my…“ I paused. Was I ready for what would be next?
So many things coming so fast! Two weeks ago, I wondered whether Roger even remembered me. An hour ago, he kissed me. There was something there beyond a spur of the moment reaction to the photographer’s prompting. And now I’m imagining being his lover?
“Yes, Roger,” I replied to the questions bouncing inside my head. “If that’s what you want.” The dildo morphed into Roger’s manhood. “My pussy is yours.”
I returned the dildo to my travel kit, and continued to finger my clit while padding off to the shower. I rehearsed what Roger had said.
“We need to talk about the elephant in the room.”
“I agree.”
“What happened back there, when we had our picture taken?”
“When our lips met?”
“Yes, when our lips met. I want them again. I want you.”
Clouds of shower steam swirled around my head.
“Look, I know we only just shared a kiss a few moments ago. It was spontaneous, but I’ve been thinking about you ever since Al and Jen invited me to come along on this cruise. Jen told me you had shared with her about the unfortunate incident at the lake. I was hoping to impress someone else that weekend. I had no idea you might have had a crush on me. And, contrary to what Jen says you told her, I did notice your boobs that day. Barb, I wouldn’t be here if Al and Jen hadn’t invited me and hadn’t mentioned that you would be here as well. I imagine they are responsible for you being here also.”
I nodded my head in agreement. Where might this conversation be going? Why were my thoughts wondering about the erection I had seen that day at the lake?
The shower’s jets of water propelled me to a repeat of the dildo’s accomplishments.
I shook my head, and swatted at the circling mists in a vain attempt to put those thoughts out of my mind. Preparation for dinner needed all my concentration now. I was grateful for Jen’s advice to pack one change of formal wear. I opted not to take her up on a dare to forego a bra and panties.
Intermission
Barbara entered the dining room. The others were already seated. She stopped and leaned down to whisper something to Jen. “Thanks for encouraging me to come—and for helping me with my purchase. That’s why I’m late.” Stepping away, she flashed a quick smile to Jen.
Jen winked. Alistair seemed to know he had just missed something, but Jen’s hand under the table distracted him.
Roger stood as Barbara approached the table and helped her to her seat. She appreciated his courteous gesture. She could forgive the gentleman’s obvious admiration of her cleavage. Her own thoughts were not exactly those of a lady.
Stoking the Fire
After dessert and adult beverages, Roger issued an invitation to walk out on the dance floor. I saw his eyes roving across my chest. After he folded me into his arms, I unfastened the top few buttons of my dress. “How’s that?’ We held each other quietly in an embrace.
Taking hold of my hand, he led me out to an open deck at the front of the ship. A full moon, like a dazzling diamond on a black cloth, had not yet reached its zenith. Roger stopped, looking seaward. I stood in front of him, facing him. Reaching around either side of my waist to grab the railing, he pulled himself into me. He was talking softly. His manhood was recovering from the quiet explosion I had sensed on the dance floor. Pressing against me, it made it difficult to concentrate on what he saying.
“You can be offended, slap my face and walk away, but whenever I’ve jacked off the past week, I’ve thought of you. I’m supposed to leave in a few days. I’m not interested in a long-distance relationship. I purposed two weeks ago to love you, to pursue you this weekend. I want you to be my wife. If you want me to stay, I am willing to alter my plans, to stay here, and prepare.” His voice caught.
I pushed him away slightly and looked up into his eyes. “You’ve just proposed to me, haven’t you,” I stated. “I’m not offended. I’m not going to slap your face.” I pulled him back into an embrace. “Here’s your answer.” I reached down to grope at his hidden erection. “Now, kiss me again. Take your time.”
Moments later, I realized his hands were under my dress on my bare legs. “Reach up and pull them off.”
“Your panties? Are you sure?”
“Quite sure.”
“They’re wet.”
“The aroma of my scent and the vision of my boobs crowned with my swollen tits should make for a memorable masturbation session. Pump your semen into my panties. Fill them again in the morning, and slide them under my door on your way to breakfast.”
“What about you?”
“Don’t worry about me. Until the time is right, until you can fill my pussy, I have a dildo.”
Reporting a Fire
“Morning, Al. Is Jen here?”
“No. She didn’t want to miss the sunrise.”
“Thanks.”
I found Jen. She was on the top deck, looking eastward, admiring the colors of the morning sky.
“Hi, Jen. You and Al seemed to be getting it on quite well last night.”
She didn’t turn to acknowledge my presence. “Oh, that. It was nice. But then he took me back to our room. We fucked each other half the night.” She turned to look at me. “You ought to try it. You might like it. Not with me of course. With Barbara.”
“She told me last night she wanted me to fuck her.”
That got her attention. “Did you?”
“No. You know we both believe in waiting until we’re married. I want to. Fuck her, I mean.
“You certainly wasted no time getting it on with her last night.”
“She also agreed to marry me.”
“You proposed to her last night?”
“Yes.”
“Damn. Didn’t see that coming. Congratulations.”
“Thanks. I think I have you to thank.”
“Had she taken my advice to go braless?”
“She mentioned that. Said she regretted not listening to you.”
Tending Hot Coals
“Did she ask you to invite me to this cruise.”
“No. I had to work at convincing her to come. Then convincing you. I just want everyone to be happy. If I need to help a couple discover each other, to give a little nudge here and there, I’m happy to do it.”
Jen and I never brought up the subject again. Barbara and I made our plans. On several occasions, I caught her staring at me. Being near her, it was hard to hide it. She reminded me several times how Jen was giving her tips for our bed time on our honeymoon. She gave me a link to stories of Christian hot married sex.
Hubbie here, and thank you, CSK, for this, your 28th entry! A good “library”, and a creative addition, that pushes some traditional boundaries in a productive way, especially with the “Out Of Bounds” (OOB) fantasies or daydreams, as they start to date, and the free, open M to F talk of sex at the end of the story.
I like this unfettered approach to sex. People like to fuck, get over it.
The “Out Of Bounds” (OOB) sexual fantasies of Barb and Roger as they start to date are more common than we think, and with some common sense guidelines, ought not be condemned. When Queen and I started dating, we got to “heavy petting” and I masturbated “lusting” for her all the time! It’s how we survived!
Also, the open sexual talk between Roger and Jen, at the end, was refreshing and energizing. This was Jen, the woman/wife of the older “matchmaking” couple, and Roger, the guy of the “match made” couple. Think of the sex they openly talked about with very frank language (long reference list) …
* Roger observes to Jen about she and her husband Al “getting it on”
* Jen confirms to Roger that Al “took (her) back to our room … and (they) fucked each other half the night.”
* Jen recommends to Roger that he should try fucking Barbara!
* Roger affirms to Jen that Barbara “… told (him) last night she wanted (him) to fuck her.”
* Jen didn’t go all negative and judgmental, but simply asked “Did you?”
* Roger affirms to Jen that he wants to fuck Barbara.
* Jen observes to Roger that he and Barbara “… wasted no time getting it on … last night.”
* Jen asks Roger if Barbara went braless.
* Later, Barbara reminds Roger that Jen was giving her tips for our bed time on our honeymoon.
* Also, providing the link to stories of Christian hot married sex. (Hmm, MH, ya think?)
So in all, I loved this unrestrained view of how sex might actually happen in real life, without all the “neatness” of how it’s “supposed to be.” Queen and I certainly petted way more than would be “advised”, and I, for one, loved it, and am glad we did. So, CSK, thanks for a great story! Blessings and passion!
Yes, dating/courtship usually isn't as tidy or even pure as the ideal. Couples are horny and even make mistakes. I think normalizing that passion can help – less rationalization of "well, we got that far, might as well go the rest of the way". Instead, the couple can explore those feelings without shame or resignation. I personally think tongue kiss at minimum should be the norm, and getting frisky over clothes, under clothes, even removing clothes, be seen as expected, perhaps even encouraged. And teasing views in minimal attire and swimwear, lingerie, etc.. Perhaps some sneaking peeks of what's between their partner's legs, maybe even just removing any remaining visual barriers to a full and complete view of everything they have could be in order as marriage approaches. Could even cuddle, make out, and fondle with further passion in response, feeling and seeing every physical reaction and responding with further physical teasing accordingly. Regularly be wriggling out of all their garments together for physical contact. Just have some common sense guidelines for the specific couple
They're on a ship, just have the captain marry them! 😉
I don’t know if this is true, but it’s definitely hot. I like the openness of everyone involved as well as the frank discussion of sex and feelings.
More and more, I do see how all the restraints put on singles are harmful. Not that I am promoting premarital sex! But to be able to address it for what it is, to acknowledge and embrace the God-given desires and heat, and to excitedly wait for the full consummation…how much better would marriage and sex be? Instead, there are so many rules, so many dos and don'ts, that one is afraid of messing up or going to far. If a person (such as myself) has already made the commitment to wait to give oneself to another until marriage, then we can rest in that. Yes, temptation to go too far may arise, but if we admit that, even talk it out openly with our significant other, we can ground ourselves. Plus, the Holy Spirit's presence in a relationship is the greatest guide and restraint.
As a married man who stayed abstinent until married but got hot n' heavy with his gf and fiance before he married, yes. The restrictions come from a place of fear. Set needed boundaries, communicate, control yourselves, and as you say, trust each other and the Spirit. A couple should be feeling passionate heat toward each other if marriage is an interest, and they should communicate that verbally and physically. Set the needed boundaries, yes, but sharing hot desires is good and healthy. As is making out. As the couple gets closer and closer to marriage, I'd expect, even encourage, increasingly hot and sexy make outs. By the time marriage is near, I'd say to even to the point of almost abandon, helping each other out of outer clothes (and her bra or pj/bikini top) for better access! Eventually maybe even losing underpants or pj/swim bottoms entirely! 😀 They should of course maintain the needed physical restraint, but in general there's nothing shameful about such anticipatory passion
I’d like to add that while this story has some specifics directly related to the couples involved, I think it is a much more fair representation of premarital thoughts, attitudes, and even actions involving sex. LLL’s comment is spot on. We try to force unmarried couples to ignore sex altogether, and that’s just not possible. I’m not promoting premarital sex in any way, but we should be much more open to discussing the reality of arousal and masturbation. It would also be quite lovely if there were more nurturing couples like Jen and Al. There’s no such thing as the perfect scenario, but open and honest guidance would help so many struggling couples deal with their sexual feelings. For step one, I think it would be nice not to condemn someone for just having them. Yes, sex is for marriage, and that’s the Bible, but I think there is much room for improvement in the way we guide couples into wedded bliss.
Thank you all for your positive and encouraging comments. I appreciate them. While the story is fiction, elements of it are not. There was a moment of “wardrobe malfunction” though Roger didn’t learn the details until after he and Barbara were married. Roger asked Barbara for a date after she had expended considerable effort to host a birthday party for him. He came multiple times the night before, tossing and turning on his bed, wondering what he should or should not say, considering that he would be leaving in a few days, probably to never see Barbara again. Roger did propose on their first date, changed his plans about leaving, and enjoyed many a wondrous night contemplating what it was going to be like to make love to her. Their first kiss, the same day, occurred during a walk in the woods next to Barbara’s home. (It’s a good thing Barbara didn’t reveal to Roger until after their wedding that she would have let Roger pull her jeans down while his tongue was in her mouth.) Matchmakers Jen and Al did not exist. Roger often wonders whether the role of matchmaker should be encouraged more often than it is. As near as Roger can figure out, MH was not around 30 years ago.
Thank you for the follow up. It really was a wonderful story.
Agreed, I appreciate the followup! It's nice to get a dose of reality here. I wonder myself about matchmaking…it seemed to be a thing that a lot of people on TV complained about, like parents trying to get involved, or noticing how whenever a couple is in love they try to hook up their friends with people. (Of course TV is the ultimate reflection of reality…) 😉
Still, I've never had friends (or parents/family members) ever set me up with someone, it's like the older generations just stopped caring.
"He came multiple times the night before"
Clarification – did he wank himself multiple times?
First my criticism.
Al and Jen look like a fornicating unmarried couple, rather than married, especially for Christians on a Cruise (or anywhere) – not acceptable.
ditto for Jen telling Roger that he should fuck Barbara. Good to talk about wanting to – but to encourage fornication – no. Marriage first.
Encouraging them to masturbate thinking of the other would have been good.
Positives.
The openness about sex, wanting sex, being horny the masturbation. Confessing that they think of the other while masturbating themselves.
Encouraging each other in their masturbation.
The scene Where Barbara gave Roger her panties and instructed him to return them with semen from night and morning was inspired.
Encouraging to go bra-less is also a lovely touch.
Male and female we were created, we are not to dress in clothing of the other sex, we should show the physical differences – manly shape and feminine curves, and not suppress her nipples.
My apologies for any misunderstanding. In review, I see I didn’t make it clear that Al and Jen are a married couple. See this posted story. See Nurse Jen August 23. See also Conduct Unbecoming December 8, 2022 and Overnight Service January 10, 2023.
And, perhaps I could have written things a bit better.
“She told me last night she wanted me to fuck her.”
That got her attention. “Did you?” she blurted out. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have suggested you would. Not last night.” She turned to look at me. “You ought to try it. Get married I mean. To Barbara.”
“I think you know both of us believe in waiting. But yes, I want to. Fuck her, I mean.”
“From what I saw last night, it looks like you may have your wish some day.”
“She also agreed to marry me.”
A case of intention not quite appearing on paper.
Good intentions, with a little tidy up this is a good story to help Christians deal with their sexuality.
Keep writing.
As I've said before, I wouldn't prescribe that men and women dress in a sexually charged, gender-stereotypical way. But it's acceptable if proper decorum is maintained. And if it's a man and woman interested in each other, or even just signifying availability, such more revealing attire could be encouraged and helpful to their goals. Shape, curves, assets (whatever they may be) should in such a case be emphasized. If it's swimming or tanning together, tops could, if allowed, be optional and chests and nipples would be fully revealed in their created glory and for better appraisal. Similarly, bottoms would be close-fitting and/or minimal in back (even in front!) For both genders. If the couple was dating, even moreso, and I'd encourage lots of appreciation of each other via physical touch as well (including helping to move or remove fabric as necessary). Tbh, even just going nude where allowed and appropriate (or finding somewhere to be alone for that).
Love this story. To be honest, my husband and I had sex before we were married; many times. I don't think it*ruined" anything at people suggest. He's the only person I've ever had sex with (he, on the other hand has been married before). I honestly don't see a problem with it as long as you're responsible and are really committed to that person. And if it is wrong, God forgives!
I think this story, though fantasy and exaggerated of course, is a good example of an individual trying to navigate feelings of lust and ultimately directing them in a constructive manner toward marriage. The woman's hot thoughts and desires after seeing her crush's penis are natural, if not entirely appropriate, and she receives guidance on how to use those feelings more constructively to take initiative.
As I've elaborated in some replies above, practically, the type of sexual interactions depicted are common even if perhaps not entirely chaste and appropriate. I think the level of where the couple is in their relationship and if they're realistically considering marriage is a major consideration. If they're looking to marriage, I'd expect serious friskiness and making out and disheveled and discarded clothing.
And singles who are seriously looking for dating partners are going to be flirty, and I don't think it's wrong if they perhaps dress and behave in a way to signify their sexual interest and provocatively display their physical attributes. "Accidental" wardrobe mishaps that tease or reveal all that one has would be pushing it, I think, but would certainly stimulate interest. Once the relationship is going strong, then all fabric coming off might be acceptable or expected, though probably not advisable for most. I think the build up to the reveal on the wedding night is more thrilling. But, showing cleavage as in the story, going braless as suggested by Jen, and such, would really build anticipation.