Louise - A College Senior - A Ring Made With Love

“You made this?” I asked in a tone that probably sounded more condescending than I had intended.

Its maker, Jeremy, sheepishly scratched the back of his neck. “I mean...yeah, I did. Does it...does it not look good?”

“No, no, I didn’t mean that! The ring looks really great! Like, high-class jewelry store great!” I quickly said trying to save face.

I was exaggerating a bit, but the ring really did look nice. It was a simple thin metal band with a heart-shaped ruby-looking gemstone encrusted into it. A bit too flamboyant to be worn as a fashion accessory, but still rather simple as far as wedding rings go. I wouldn’t mind receiving a wedding ring like this...if I ever decided to get married.

“Phew, I’m glad,” Jeremy sighed with relief. “I put all of my heart and my love into making that ring. I was hoping to give it to my wife some day.”

“So what, you gave it to me as a placeholder?” I asked jokingly. At least, I hoped he did; if he'd really intended to give me it for the...other reason, that’d make things even more awkward, especially since I had noticed a ring of his own on his right hand’s ring finger.

I really hadn’t expected Jeremy to show up at my front door to show me this. Putting aside the fact we weren’t dating, I wondered why he had asked me of all people to look at it. I mean, we were cordial enough, and we both went to the same college; I wasn’t sure I would call ourselves friends exactly, but I could rely on him to give me a lift home in the middle of the night if I was too drunk, or my car had a flat tyre or something. Still, I don’t think I would date him if he asked; he wasn’t a bad guy, just sort of meek and unassuming.

He just...wasn’t my type, you know?

Jeremy scratched the back of his neck again, like he always did when he was embarrassed. “I just thought...uh...I was thinking of you when I made it. As, like, a model, I mean! An example wearer. I thought it suited you.” He babbled.

“So...you want me to try it on?” I ask him plainly.

His eyes lit up as I suggested it, though he quickly tried to regain his composure. “Y-Yes! Yes I would! U-Um...I mean, if you want.”

I gave him a friendly smile to reassure him, as I adjusted to hold the ring between my right hand’s thumb and index finger. Just because he was kind of a stranger doesn't mean I couldn't help him out. I could humour him for a bit, maybe flash the ring on my finger and pose like those newlyweds you see in romcoms.

What's the harm? It’s not like wearing it’s going to change my relationship with him. I told myself as I slide the ring onto my left hand’s ring finger. At the end of the day, he’s still just-

My vision fades. I am no longer standing in my cozy little apartment.

I’m somewhere entirely new; far, far from the stresses of the mundane world. It’s bright. People all around me are dressed in well-fitted tuxedos and flattering dresses. I’m wearing the most beautiful white dress a girl can dream of.

I stand at the altar, facing him. As I look into his eyes, I know that deep within my heart, that this is what I always wanted. A certain feeling rises in my chest. I already know what it is; I’ve felt it ever since I first met him, even if I never admitted it to myself. Now, I welcome it with all of my being.

“Do you, Louise, take this man, Jeremy, to be your lawfully wedded husband? Do you pledge to devote yourself, mind, body, and soul to him as his beloved wife till **** do you apart?”

“I do.” I answer, my voice quavering with emotion.

“Then I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss your spouse.”

And just like that, we were one. The man who stands in front of me, who once was a stranger, is now the most special person in my life. He is the one whom I will devote myself to.

I understand now. The man who gave me this ring, he is-

My husband.

My other half. My soul mate. The love of my life.

As I look at the ring fitted perfectly on my finger, ruby gem sparkling in the light, I raise my head to look at him. That feeling in my chest grows; it threatens to burst out of me. Butterflies dance in my stomach. I can feel my breath shorten as I try to keep it under control.

That man, my husband, Jeremy, looks at me with anticipation. “Do you...like it?”

“Oh honey…” I can’t contain the feeling anymore. I’ll let it out. Let the words of my pure love flow without obstruction. “Honey, I love it!”

Before he can process the words, I run at him and plant a deep, loving kiss on his lips. I hold it there until we both can’t hold it there anymore. Then, I wrap my arms around him and start rapidly kissing along his neck instead.

“Oh honey, thank you!” I kiss him. “Thank you!” I do it again. “thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!!!”

Jeremy gasps for air, evidently taken by my show of affection. “*pant, pant* I’m glad...*huff*...you like it...*hah, hah* I made it...*gasp*…just for you!”

God, I could just melt.

A fiendish smile spreads across my face. “But, honey, this won’t do! You got me such a nice present, but I didn’t get anything for you in return!”

I see a similar impish smile spread across Jeremy’s face, but he quickly attempts to hide it with his poker face. “Well dear, what are you suggesting, then?”

“Well, I did already promise to devote myself, mind, body, and soul to you…” I say sensually. I lean in and whisper into his ear, so that he is the only one who could hear my next words.

“So how about...I make good on that promise?”

With that, I tug on his arm, leading him to my bedroom. We quickly strip out of our clothes. I finish before him, and Jeremy stares at my naked body in awe; my modest breasts, my flat stomach, and my shaven pussy in particular. I giggle, and give him a twirl, letting him get a glimpse at my ass, as well as letting my long brown hair spin around my face like I'm in a shampoo commercial.

As Jeremy finishes taking off his pants, I practically shove him onto the bed and again bring him in for a loving kiss. As I do, I move my legs over to straddle him, and slowly, teasingly, lower my pussy until its folds find the tip of his hardened member.

“Woah there,” Jeremy gasps as we break the kiss. “Have you...done this before, Louise?”

My passionate driven thoughts shatter as I snap back to reality at his words. The butterflies in my stomach are suddenly replaced by a heavy stone.

“I...I have…” I admitted shamefully. “I've been with a few guys since high school...I've...I've gotten drunk, and then...” I cover my face with my hands and my eyes start to mist. God, why was I such a slut?! “I’m sorry honey! I should-I should have waited for you before I-!”

My despair is cut short by Jeremy’s warm and loving touch. Gently, he sweeps away my hands and pulls me into a kiss.

“You don’t have anything to apologise for, dear,” he reassures me. “I was asking...because this is my first time.”

I almost faint just by hearing that. Now I know I’m married to the right man; who else would forgive their wife for their promiscuity?

With baited breath, we look into each others eyes for a little bit. Jeremy, after steeling himself, nods to let me go ahead. Wasting no time, I immediately plunge myself onto his cock.

Oh My God.

I moan as I feel Jeremy’s dick fill me. It feels nothing like the other times I’ve had a guy in me. Those times felt good in the moment, sure...but with Jeremy, my husband being the one to do it? It felt right. Like this was meant to be.

Jeremy lets out a groan of his own as I start to move my hips, bouncing on his cock. Every cycle sends electricity coursing through me; I nearly lose myself to the pleasure.

“Ungh...Ah...L-Louise…? Are...Are you...on birth control?” Jeremy manages to grunt out.

“Ah...AH! Honey...I...I am...but-! I’ll-I’ll stop! I’ll stop taking it! And then-!” I cradle my breasts in my hands and jiggle them. Jeremy watches them bouncing, enraptured. “I’ll be able to have your child. I'll finally be able to nurse...like I was born to!”

“God DAMN!” Jeremy yells, as I finally feel his member pulsating. I feel a few waves of warmth short deep into me, but Jeremy evidently doesn’t have a lot in him, and he finishes quickly. I couldn’t care less though; the feeling of his cum shooting in me causes that feeling in my chest to erupt, and I let out the best orgasm I’ve had in recent memory.

We both flop back onto the bed, exhausted. It’s a bit of a tight fit on my single bed, but I couldn’t care less, especially as it means I get to snuggle next to my husband. I hear snoring next to me, and realise that he has completely fallen asleep. The feeling of cumming into me for the first time must have been too much for him.

Laying next to him, I am suddenly reminded of what started it all. The ring. Even in our somewhat hasty encounter, the rings, both of ours, remained on throughout. I look at it once again, ruby gemstone sparkling in the light, and it reminds me of that feeling. Its ferocity has subsided, and it now spreads throughout me like warm smoldering coals. I’ve always known what it is, all I have to do now is admit it, to myself and to him.

I love this man, Jeremy, with all of my heart. Cradling his right hand in my left, our wedding rings touching, I tell myself I will love and devote myself to him for the rest of my days on this Earth.

After all, that love is but a tiny amount compared to the love he put into making my ring.