Tracy Turnblad didn't seem like it, but she was very traditional about some things. At twenty-two, she was a proud virgin and was going to stay that way until her wedding night. Fortunately for her, it was only two weeks away.
Yes, after six long years Tracy and Link were finally getting married. Together they had endured Tracy starving her self thin, Penny and Seaweed getting pregnant and married (in that order), Link starring on Broadway in a hit musical and in the Oscar-winning screen adaptation, Tracy's mother dying of a heart attack, and "The Corny Collins Show" going national with better rating than "American Bandstand". Tracy had moved to New York City a year ago and was still on the show but as Corny's co-host and to teach the audience the dance of the week. She and Link lived together in a small apartment in Greenwich Village, where no one thought that it was odd that an unmarried couple lived together.
They shared their one bedroom apartment with only two rules: that Tracy was going to be a virgin when they got married and if either one of them got to a point where they didn't think that they could stop, they had to sleep on the couch. There had been several nights where they flipped a coin to see who got the couch.
Tracy never returned to being a size eighteen, but she had gained back a significant amount of the weight she had lost back. She was now a healthy, curvaceous size ten and loved every part of her body. The only person who loved her body more than her was Link.
As Tracy made her way up the four flights of stairs to their apartment, she could smell Link's homemade spaghetti sauce wafting into her nose. She entered the apartment to find him at the stove in just his slacks.
"Now that's how I like to see a man, barefoot and in the kitchen." She snaked an arm around his muscular waist, lightly tickling him with her fingertips. He was always a sucker for being tickled.
"Oh, yeah? Well, you know how a like to see a woman?" He turned to face her, holding a wooden spoon filled with the sauce.
"How?"
"Eating my delicious food," he said as she dipped the spoon into her mouth to give her a taste. "How is it?"
"Delicious," she said, her voice breathy as her face neared his. She lightly kissed him, the kind of kiss that left him wanting more. Then she snapped out of it, going on about her business, putting her coat away, changing out of her dress into jeans and one of Link's old shirts with the sleeves rolled up.
"That's not fair," Link whined as she came out of their bedroom buttoning up her shirt.
"What? Did you want to wear this?" Tracy asked nonchalantly.
Link dropped the spoon back in the sauce and grabbed her hips, pulling her so that her back was against him. "I've got only two weeks to go and with you doing shit like that, it's not making it any easier on me."
Tracy grinded her backside against him, making him groan in pleasure. "Oh, am I making things harder?"
"Come one, Trace, I have to leave in an hour for call time and I'm not about to go onstage like this," he whispered in her ear as his hands left her hips and began undoing her shirt.
"Don't you need to eat before you go?" she asked, struggling not to give in.
"Who said that I wasn't going to eat?" he said, leading her towards the bedroom. Just as they reached the door, he said, "Almost forgot!" and ran back into the kitchen, turned off the stove and went back into the bedroom where, with a great leap, he tackled Tracy onto the bed.