Meeting Elsa had been the best thing that ever happened to me, without question. We met in our final year of college at the
mandatory Monday morning lecture; the most life-draining hour of the entire week.
Sipping my coffee and struggling to stay awake, I felt a hand touch my shoulder, and heard an unusually accented voice ask:
“Excuse me, is there anyone sitting here?”
The lecture hall was quite full, but a quick scan showed there were plenty of spare seats dotted around the room. I looked up to see her, and was immediately blown away. Her white-blonde hair fell straight onto her naturally tan shoulders. Above a cute baby-toothed smile was a button nose, and two eyes of crystal blue. Her small features matched her small frame, and her delicate hands went to work to get her things ready for the lesson.
“I’m Carl” I said offering my hand, “nice to meet you”
“Nice to meet you Carl” she said, taking my hand in her soft palm “I’m Elsa”.
At the end of the lecture I invited Elsa to grab some lunch before we were back for a double lecture at 2pm. She enthusiastically agreed, and we spent the lunch getting to know one another. There was an immediate connection. I told her about growing up locally, and how I was following most of the family in attending the university. She told me about her background, and it was fascinating. She was from a small island off the west coast of Sweden, and the first person in her family to go to college.
“The island community has a lot of old traditions, but college education isn’t one of them” she chuckled.
We spent the rest of the day and evening together, and arranged to meet for coffee the following morning. The next day was like the previous one, and we didn’t leave each other’s side from morning to evening.
We became inseparable, and fell head over heels for one another. After graduation, we both found jobs, moved into an apartment in the city, and made a life together.
Meeting as young as we did, I was quite inexperienced sexually, and so was Elsa. Getting to discover each other’s bodies together was a gift from God. I still remember how amazing our first nights together were. Her gorgeous petit body bouncing up and down, her tight pussy gripping and dripping on my throbbing cock. And then, how she would drop to her knees, and wrap her pouty pink lips around the tip of my penis. As soon as she would raise those baby blue eyes up to mine, I was helpless, and would cum immediately wherever she directed me to, whether on her outstretched tongue, her soft natural breasts, or all over her face.
I was besotted with her. Her kindness and constant good humour was a joy to be around, and she had endless stories about her home that were weird and wonderful. It felt like every other week we were celebrating some odd island festival day from our apartment. In November we had to spend the whole day blindfolded in honour of some God from long ago. In January, in the freezing cold, we had to go to a nearby lake and perform a ritualistic dance without any clothes on. Elsa could appreciate that the traditions were a bit strange for outsiders, and she even poked fun at a few herself. But never once did she go against them, and it was clear to me that,
even a thousand miles from home, she was still an island girl at heart.
After years of bliss together, I proposed one Autumn evening, and to my great delight, she said yes. Planing began immediately, and after hours and hours of endless phone calls to her older sister (one of only two family members with a cellphone) our wedding was arranged to take place on the island that following summer.
It was that weekend I would truly learn how special the island traditions could be.
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The month leading up to the wedding had been another one marked by strange island tradition, though this time I found it much more difficult to follow.
“Carl, we are close enough to our special day that I have to fill you in on another island custom. But you’re not going to like it”
“What? Some more skinny dipping? Or do we have to make some sort of sacrifice to the Gods”
“Well, it’s a sacrifice of sorts. In the month before a couple are to be wed, the male must undertake a month of celibacy” she winced slightly as she delivered the news.
“Ha ha” I called out sarcastically “very good Elsa, look if I’m too much for you in the bedroom, that’s all you have to say”.
“I’m not joking around Carl. I know it seems extreme, but it’s been custom for hundreds of years. And I need to take this seriously. Breaking tradition is seriously bad luck, and I want our special day to go perfectly.”
I was speechless, and Elsa could tell I was struggling to wrap my head around the situation.
“It’ll be difficult baby, I know, but I’ll make it worth you while on our wedding night, I promise”.
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