I'll Be Married By The 4th Of July

We had a Saturday afternoon team building going to a September afternoon ballgame. I wore too short shorts with a thong, and a pink strapless no bra. I ended up beside the big man, and his hands ended on my thigh.

A great play, I jumped up and his hand was up the back of my thigh his fingers poking my hole. I turned and sat angry and he held my knee in a grip and turned to me and told me he was going to take me home and screw me.

In the seventh inning he took me to his apartment and screwed me coming and going. I got the old 'your mine so quit fighting'. He was obvious about wanting me naked, and had me serve him that way. Our team won, and so did he.

It turned out not being a one night stand, he kept me in mind and was real jealous. After six months I was living with him, and two months after that he asked me to marry him. Long gone are thongs and short shorts, going out with out a bra. It's strictly fiancée wear, and behaving.

I wasn't chasing him, he was chasing me. That afternoon he sat me down so other guys stayed away. Men like him don't like other men sizing you up at the ballpark. We have a date set, gown ordered, rings in the safe, except the one I'm wearing.