Prologue

Ok, despite the misleading title of this story, Heather and I did not get married. About two years after the events in “One Week with Heather”, I met my future wife, Jessica.

Jessica was twenty-six (two years older than me at the time.) She was curvy and weighed about 150, standing about 5’ 3”. She had (and has!) long dirty-blond hair and had large, generous boobs.

We met at my college; she worked in the admissions office as a clerk. I had gone in for a copy of a transcript and we hit it off immediately.

We moved in together within four months, and I proposed later that year. Our wedding date was set for the following year.

Being in a committed relationship, I did nothing with Heather other than speaking infrequently. She was very supportive of our relationship and respected my feelings at staying faithful. A few weeks before the wedding, Heather worked our (Jessica’s and mine, that is) sex life into the conversation.

I was truthful that, frankly, it was boring. Jessica was a great girl, sweet, pleasant, and we were compatible in every like and dislike. In the bedroom, however, things never really sizzled. We had sex about once a week but it was never more than a missionary position wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am. Any attempts on my part to spice things up never resulted in outright refusal or condescension, or anything like that; it was really of a more basic gentle nudging and guiding away from anything other than plain vanilla. Even my attempts to move down south on her for oral sex got me nothing more than a soft, yet determined to pull back up on top of her. We never really talked about it or addressed it. I really am not the pushy type and I would never pressure her into anything she was uncomfortable with. She was by no means a virgin and had had, by her account, 3 or 4 boyfriends before me that she had been sexually active with. Presumably, none of them got any further than I did though.

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