While the girls have been busy planning for the wedding, I’ve been busy planning for our future. I accepted the job Luke had offered me, contacted as many professors as I could to see about taking our finals early or with a proctor so we could get moved before the holidays.
Hannah, Sierra and I decided to head out first thing Sunday morning, so we could get as much time to study as possible. We had gotten confirmation from two separate professors that we could test early. I am hoping, mostly for Hannah’s sake, that the others will be willing as well. I would be fine walking away with a lower grade, it’s not like it will make a difference in my life going forward.
Sunday morning, it didn’t look like Cal or Sierra slept at all, they both looked like hell when they said good bye. Luke and Amy both got up to see us off, despite us telling them the night before that it wasn’t necessary. Amy took the opportunity to remind Hannah, “You need to let me know as soon as you do who the author is. I couldn’t sleep last night wondering who it could be.”
Back on campus we spent as much time studying as possible. By the end of the day Monday, Hannah and I had confirmation from all but two professors that we could test early. One was willing to let us test on the same day as everyone else from anywhere so long as we found a proctor. State University had a testing site, so that was an easy solution. The final professor refused to allow any modifications, but her final was only 10% of our grade. Going into the final we each had 100%, with a zero for the final; the best we could get was 90%, good fucking enough for me. Thankfully Hannah felt the same way.
Between studying and getting everything squared away for the trip, I was also busy getting things lined up to propose. I’d held the ring long enough; it needed to be on her finger. I was keeping my fingers crossed that she, in addition to saying yes, would agree to a short engagement. I was at the end of my rope resisting the urge to bend her over and finally fuck her. Don’t get me wrong, I love her and will make love to her; but damn I am desperate to fuck her. Every time I touch her my commitment to wait is tested.
I wanted everything to be perfect. I wasn’t worried about her answer; I was worried about making it special. I want her to have the perfect proposal story to tell our children and grandchildren someday.
The perfect plan came when I heard how excited Sierra was to have Mary there to take pictures of their wedding. Mary was the original reason for the trip to Vegas, Hannah already feels comfortable with her, I just need to figure out how I can get ahold of her without Hannah knowing. Then convince her to help me out.
I tried several times, unsuccessfully, to sneak Hannah’s cell phone. I was almost ready to confess; well not really, I was going to ask her for Mary’s contact information so I could call her regarding her doing Sierra’s wedding pictures. I lucked out when Hannah abandoned her laptop to jump in the shower.
I quickly found Mary’s website bookmarked on her internet browser. But it wasn’t the only thing I found; the bookmark right above Mary’s was labeled Kinky Bitches. You better believe I clicked on it, I wasn’t messing around. I took a quick picture of the page so I could explore from my own computer later. I didn’t miss the fact that many of the archive tags were highlighted, indicating she had clicked on them.
First things first I needed some time away from Hannah to get everything in order. I hated lying to her, but I only have so much time. When she walks in from showering, I am already packing up my stuff from studying. “Curtis called and I gotta go help him figure out who is taking what from our room.”
“Oh, do you want me to come and help?” Damn she is perfect and I hate walking away from her, but I need to get away from her so I can get things planned.
“No, you stay here and study some more or sleep. I’ll be back in the morning to get you.” I kissed her quickly, knowing the second our tongues connect all bets are off.
I called Mary as I walked back to the frat house. I was nervous she wouldn’t have time for another photo shoot. If she told me no, I didn’t have much time to come up with a new plan. She answered after three rings, “Hello this is Mary.”
“Um, hi Mary. This is Steve, I am Hannah’s boyfriend and technically I am also Sierra’s brother.” Rambling is apparently something I do when I am nervous.
“Hi Steve. Are you going to come watch Hannah’s photo shoot? You aren’t going to freak out on me when I’m taking pictures of her, are you?” I could hear the laughter in her voice which helped to ease my nerves.
“Um yeah, actually the reason I am calling is because I am hoping you can help me out. I am planning on asking Hannah to marry me while we are in Vegas. I don’t want to take away from Sierra and Cal’s wedding, or her photo shoot but I do want it to be something she will remember forever. I was hoping I could hire you to do a mock photoshoot, during which I’ll ask her to marry me. I’m willing to pay your highest rate if you’d help me pull this off and capture it for us.” My nerves popped back up when she didn’t respond right away. “Are you still there?”
“Yeah Steve, I am here. I’ve been hired for a lot of photoshoots, but never one like that. Tell me your thoughts and I’ll see what I can do to help you pull this off.”
We had everything planned by the time I made it to the frat house. With that done, next up is figuring out what my girl is up to with the blog.
Instantly I wondered how she even found the site. I noticed right away they had three main tabs: book reviews, product reviews and short stories. Holy shit, I literally felt like I fell into a rabbit hole. I spent the next five hours, yes, five hours going through the blog. I found where my girl got her pearl panties and instantly wondered what other things she has from the site.
I couldn’t help myself, I clicked tab after tab. As I read some of the short stories I couldn’t help but wonder if this site has enhanced her fantasies some. I feel like I have a pretty vivid imagination, which might be why I’ve managed to stay a virgin but some of these stories are straight up porn disguised as a blog.
Based on everything we have shared about our fantasies I don’t think she would be embarrassed by me knowing she’s reading this. I only worry that she will be upset that I snooped or that I lied about what I am doing tonight. If I can keep it from her until after she has my ring on her finger, odds are better for me.