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Lisa Marie Johnson never thought about sex for more than a few minutes before she met Michael. Michael Robert Fitzsimmons never thought about sex for more than a couple of hours before he met Lisa Marie. Now each of them was expectantly waiting for the moment of truth. But, as much as each of them wanted the expected loss of their virginity, they each had their reservations, their fears, as well as their hope that it would be all they expected.
Lisa Marie Johnson was born 27 years earlier on a farm in the heartland of the United States. The third child in a family of five she was the only girl born to her immigrant parents. Growing up in her house meant working to get excellent grades in school, helping her father in his small business, and not doing anything to bring disrespect to her parents, brothers, and herself. Dating was not even allowed during her formative years. None of her brothers allowed any of her high school and college boyfriends get close to her physically as well as emotionally. Their protection made it difficult for her to experiment with her sexuality so she just pushed any idea of being a woman to the back of her mind. Although her parents were born in Europe, they did not believe in sex for anything else other than procreation. The one time she thought she could get away with playing with her new found pleasure center, her mother walked in the room and slapped her until she agreed she would never do it again.
Michael Robert Fitzsimmons was born 28 years earlier in the area of New York City called Hell's Kitchen. Stretching on from 14th Street to 38th Street on the West Side of Manhattan, Hell's Kitchen was and still is home to the Irish immigrants coming to the United States to find a piece of the American economic pie. Ninety percent of the families worked hard to climb out of the bowels of Hells Kitchen, but not Michael's mother and father. They were content to live and work there in the hopes of making the area better for the present and future inhabitants. Michael and his brother grew up hearing his parents making love in their small two bedroom apartment. The walls were tissue paper thin and coupled with the fact he had to share the only other bedroom with his older brother kept him from pleasuring himself. The fear of being caught kept him from performing the teenage rights of passage — masturbation. The thought of jerking off was out of the question and he couldn't see doing it while his brother was in the bed next to his. His Catholic upbringing and the threat of Father Paul's retribution was enough for him to keep it in his pants and out of either of his hands.
Michael never left the city he called home. Lisa Marie studied Chinese in college and mastered three of the dialects becoming extremely proficient in Cantonese. She became well known enough in the small community of Americans that were fluent in Chinese that the United Nations sought her out for their real time translation department. Michael went to New York University, the Stern School of Business receiving a Master in Business Administration Magna Cum Laude, and landed a top position with one of Wall Street's most prestigious financial institutions. They met literally by accident while shopping in the now defunct FAO Schwarz on Fifth Avenue at 57th Street. Each of them was looking for a birthday gift for a dear friend's daughter and it was the search that would bring them together. The Barbie Doll display in FAO Schwarz was considered the best retail display in the world of everything Barbie. FAO Schwarz was place to purchase the one thing every little girl should have as well as any expensive toy marketed in the world. As each reached for the last Doctor Barbie Doll, their heads knocked together and as they rubbed the spot where contact was made they profusely apologized to each other for being a klutz. Michael took the gracious route, offered the doll to Lisa Marie, and without a moment's hesitation asked for her phone number.
"Here, take the doll, and in return I'll make a simple request," he stated.
"And what would that be?" Lisa Marie replied eyeing the hunk that stood no more than six inches away from her.
"A doll for a doll and a phone number for a smitten wall street wanna be mogul," he replied.
A small knock on the head, a simple request for a person's phone number, and now after a year of dating the ultimate expression of love was only hours away. Each in their own world, each wondering if the pleasure would be everything they've hoped it would, and each so nervous that it was becoming impossible to remain outwardly calm. Lisa Marie did not have anyone she could really consider a close enough friend to discuss her feelings with and instead tried to search the Internet for heartfelt expressions of what is was like to lose one's virginity. The more she searched, the more she found erotic literature that made her feel sexy and dirty, but did not answer her questions. She realized that the breaking of her hymen would cause some pain, but she wanted to know if it would over power her desires and make the act of love something she would not like. Information she gleaned from the erotic stories and personal blogs on the Internet made her think that first time sex could be a very unsatisfying experience. From what she read, she hoped that Michael would be a tender lover the first time. She'd read about men who had no idea about what it takes to please a woman and hoped her first experience would not be a miserable, painful failure.
Lisa Marie did discover that she could feel some pleasure when she masturbated. She did not like to play with her clitoris because it brought back memories of the first time she tried it and her mother slapped the shit out of her. She finally completed the act of self-satisfaction when she moved to New York City. She was making enough money as a translator to afford a single room efficiency apartment on the East Side of Manhattan. Living alone at the age of twenty-two afforded her the time and place to begin to explore the regions of her body everyone so adamantly had told her was not a good thing to do. Lisa Marie loved the feeling her body went though as she caressed her most private of parts and massaged herself to a gut wrenching orgasm. She never thought about inserting anything into her vagina as she wanted to be pure for the man that would take her well protected virginity. Although she was not as religious as her mother, father, and brothers, she did respect their morals ... Well, her mother and father's morals. Her brothers were another story and she knew in her heart that she was the 'thou shall not' side of the sexual double standard. Lisa Marie figured each of her brothers lost their virginity at the tender age of fourteen. Mother never uttered a word and dad just smiled to himself. Lisa Marie figured dad was thinking about his boys being a 'chip off the old block' and all she could do was listen and suffer in silence.
Michael had ample opportunity to pleasure himself while alone in his apartment. He had the occasional nocturnal emission, but made no attempt to masturbate to orgasm. He wanted to have his first orgasm while making love to the woman he hoped would be his future wife and lifelong lover. Also ever present in the back of his mind was the teachings of the church. Masturbation was, is, and forever will be a sin. The Bible told him so. The spilling of the seed was not looked upon with grace in the church. Michael suffered with morning erections, afternoon erections, and blue balls from the make out sessions he's had with Lisa Marie. Cold showers, psychological rationalizations, and emotional self-imposed 'thou shall not' intellectualism allowed him to survive until this day and what he hoped would be the termination, cessation, and ending of his sexual celibacy tonight.
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