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I knew what I was indirectly offering when I invited Murphy over for dinner. I knew what was going to happen since the first time I met him at the Irish pub with my roommates. He took an interest in me, the quiet girl who'd never been to a bar or flirted with a strange man. Or any man. Ever.

My roommates were gone. One was partying with Murphy's brother, Connor. The other went away for the weekend with her boyfriend.

He put me at ease. Pulled me aside to a booth with aged green vinyl seats. Asked me to talk about myself. The more beer I drank, the more he hypnotized me with those blue eyes, the more he spoke to me in that Irish accent, the less I felt like pretending anymore.

I had to pretend with everyone, everywhere. My parents wanted a good, God-fearing, innocent daughter. My church group leaders wanted an example for the younger members. My boss wanted an ambitious worker who never said no. My roommates wanted a party girl. Even when trying to "talk" to God, I only "said" and thought what I believed He (She? They? It?) wanted to hear.

Before I had even finished puberty I took a chastity vow in a ceremony with my father. He put a thin gold band on my finger and I swore I would stay "pure" until my wedding night.

I was a child when I took that vow. I had no business promising others what I would or would not do with my body. Because of that, I didn't even know what I wanted.

Somehow, Murphy did.

After we finished eating pizza he'd brought over (I'm not much of a cook), the skies opened up and I realized my bedroom window was open. I ran in to shut it and Murphy followed me. I turned back to find him leaning on the doorway looking around. His eyes stopped on the jewelry box on my tall dresser, the top open revealing the shiny yellow band mixed in with the cheap fashion rings.

"Married?" He asked as he plucked it from the snug cushioned row.

I snorted. "No no. It was…"

He slid it on the top of his index finger and twirled it. "Ahh, I see. One of those American pledges." He smirked and held his finger up. "Did ya keep your vow, lass?"

I blushed and looked down in shame. He walked over and lifted my chin with the same gold-topped finger. "Ya don't have to be ashamed either way." He leaned down and lightly kissed my top lip. "Why don't ya wear it anymore?" He asked.

I swallowed as I looked in his eyes, silently answering. His other hand rested at my waist. I leaned against his solid chest.

"Is it tight?" He asked and kissed my bottom lip.

My heart started pounding.

"Does it not fit ya anymore?" His soft wet lips found my neck. "T'was made for a little girl. And you're grown now," he whispered in my ear. I whimpered softly as my legs weakened. I clung to his shoulders and hungrily sought his lips. Our open mouths found each other askew but we recovered quickly and passionately. Murphy pushed me up against the wall near the window. The hard rain ferociously tapped on the glass panes mirrored the pounding of my heart. I'd never been kissed like that. I'd barely been kissed at all so I didn't have much to compare, but I didn't need it.

Between my legs was throbbing and soaked, even before Murphy's hands began gathering my long skirt up to my hips. His index finger with my ring on it crept into the crotch of my panties and I gasped against his mouth.

"You want me to stop?" He asked while his finger tip grazed my untouched clitoris. My chest heaved and I shook my head against the wall. I closed my eyes, shivered and trembled as he increased the pressure. Moments later I felt his index finger - with my purity ring still on the end - dip into my entrance. I yelped. He didn't move. When I opened my eyes, his enchanting blue orbs were studying the reactions of discovery laid bare in my expression.

"This all new for you, love?" He asked delicately as he leaned on the wall with his other hand.

I moaned in response and uncontrollably clenched around his finger tip.

"You like it?" He asked as he licked his lips, cooked his head, and slid his finger in a bit more.

I nodded furiously. I squeezed my eyes shut again and tried to concentrate on the sensation of Murphy digitally invading me.

I did indeed like it.

I fucking loved it, and I needed more.

"You're even tight around just my finger," he murmured as his finger delved deeper. He leaned his face closer until our noses brushed together. "I've got my work cut out for me," he mused.

Once his finger was as far in as it could go his thumb started circling my clit. The spark he’d created between my legs burst into flames that engulfed me. With just a few swipes of his thumb, I felt my whole being explode. I screamed and clung to him as he held me up between his strong chest and the wall.

I gasped for air as my first orgasm burned away my fear and obedience. I didn't feel the same guilt that I had the few times my own fingers hesitantly ventured between my legs, only to retreat in shame. Murphy opened up a new world for me that night. A world I couldn't wait to fully explore.

When I was strong enough to stand on my own, Murphy withdrew from me and softly kissed my forehead. Held up his finger, still adorned with my ring, his skin and the metal glistening with my juices, and popped it in his mouth. He mmmm softly as he sucked it clean, then popped it back out. He now held my ring between his teeth until he removed it and asked, “You want this back, love?”

I stared at it between his thick fingers, dumbfounded and speechless.

“How about I keep it then, hm?” He asked with a grin and raised his eyebrows. I weakly nodded. “I’m gonna take a lot more than this, lass,” he whispered against my lips, “but not tonight.”

I whimpered, so high and loudly my hand flew up to my mouth.

“We can… I want to…” I stuttered, ready for more, anything, fully willing - eager, even - to go as far he’d take me.

Murphy closed his hand around the ring and backed up, prying himself away from me cooly but quickly.

“Not yet,” he said firmly but reassuringly.

“When?” I huffed in frustration as I leaned hard against the wall for support.

“Soon,” he winked and smiled before backing out of my bedroom doorway. I followed and watched him put his coat on and open my door to leave.

Eventually, I let go of the door frame and collapsed on my bed in a daze. After only a few minutes of imagining what else Murphy would've done to me, I reached between my legs for relief. This time, I didn't stop.

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Update 8/13/23: I originally started this as a series, but, honestly, if I finish it, there will only be one more chapter. I just can't get the words to feel right.

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