For the most part, it was enough. I mean, it's hard to complain when

I've got Monica's firm, young, titflesh wrapped around my deflating pecker while streaks of hot jism slowly cool on her pretty face.

But vaginal penetration was off-limits. Hell, I'd take anal instead if she would offer it. In retrospect, maybe it wasn't fair. After all, I really think I Loved her in every other way, at least as well as a teenaged boy is capable of love. But a teenaged boy is a teenaged boy, and the constant knowledge of the one thing I couldn't have was a black cancer eating away at my love for her.

Still, I couldn't cheat on her. For all the hormones coursing through my veins, I knew cheating would be wrong and I wouldn't do it. I was able to remain steadfast in this idea, despite the offers from other beautiful classmates. I stood 6'1", was considered handsome, and I was a popular starter on the football team. More than one pretty girl promised she could keep an affair secret from my girlfriend, and more than once I was sorely tempted.

But I didn't. I gave myself a mental out: the only woman I could EVER cheat on Monica with was Cherys. She was the only woman worth it. And since Cherys would never sleep with me (or any male) in a million years, I was off the hook. Besides, she and my sister had graduated and gone off to college. Out of sight, away from temptation. It was my perfect mental solution, satisfying my lustful, animal desires as well as my sense of loyalty.

Only one person knew the emotional struggles I was going through, my best friend Nate. He sat on the floor next to me in kindergarten and his football locker was next to mine today. He was the quarterback of our league-leading team and I was his top receiver. There were no secrets between us.

Zero secrets. Not even that he had a bit of a crush on my girlfriend.

That revelation came a few months back. We'd had a few beers and were tossing the cans into the river just to kill time on a lazy evening. I was in my usual bitch mode about still being the only popular jock virgin in the history of popular jocks and he was dutifully sympathetic and feeling sorry for me. He had to be, given that he'd bagged three of the prettiest girls in school by now.

“I really, really like her, man..." I mourned forlornly and then chugged the remainder of my beer and chucked the empty can in a high arc off the bridge. "But sometimes I think she's a cocktease who isn't really worth it. I mean, she's just a girl, right? There are plenty of fish in the sea, right?"

Nate's expression was unreadable for a few moments. Then he sipped at his beer can, a quietly deliberate movement for him. His eyes were downcast as he said softly, “No. Monica is more than that."

I was startled by the weight in his voice. I froze, halfway to popping the top of another can.

When he looked up, he was staring off into space, a layer of Liquid in his eyes making them shimmer in the moonlight.

“You don’t know how good you've got it, man. Monica is perfect. You don't fuck this up."

“Wait... What?"

He turned to me, his lips pressed tightly together and he actually snarled, "You make her happy or I will." With that, he finished his beer and tossed it backhand over the railing. He was already circling around to the driver's seat of his car.

I skipped opening the last can and instead just climbed into the passenger seat. Neither of us spoke about it again. He dropped me off at home and the next day my relationship with my girlfriend radically changed... for the better.

The ‘no pressure’ approach seemed to work wonders. I thought long and hard about how happy Monica made me and how lucky I was to have her.

Whether subconsciously or not, I'd been mentally pressuring her into having sex almost every time I saw her. And once I stopped, our relationship seemed to just get so much easier. And when the tension was gone, you'd be surprised how much progress we made.

First, Monica talked about having to be sure she was with "the one".

And so her vow to remain a virgin until marriage became a vow until she got engaged. I was almost ready to propose on the spot.

Three weeks later, after a particularly intense climax (her fifth, while I remained eating her out until my Lips had been rubbed raw),

Monica declared we would have sex on Prom night.

T couldn't wait.

No, really... I couldn't wait.

-- CHAPTER 1: Teenage Fidelity --