Chapter 3
Disclaimer: Don't own any WWE characters (sigh) I wish I did though. I only own the OCs.
In the last Chapter…..
"What did you just say Steve?" Paul asks while cleaning his ears out not believing what he just heard.
"Hey you heard me ya' silly bastard! Steve yells, his southern accent becoming more pronounced as he becomes annoyed. "I'm saving myself for the woman of my dreams who I plan to make my wife…now ya' wanna make somethin' outta of it ya' long eared jackass?!"
"I'm just surprised" says Paul laughing. "I mean you're the Texas rattlesnake, the finger gesturing, beer swilling, tough guy redneck. I would have never guessed that YOU would wanna be celibate".
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" says Steve getting more defensive. "Are you sayin' that I don't wanna do the right thing and wait before having sex?"WHAT?" "Is that what you're sayin'?" "WHAT?!"
"Well...no…I…"Paul says.
"SHUT UP!" yells Steve.
"I'm proud of you man, you don't know how much better I feel knowing that I am not alone in this" Paul said. "I just don't get it, why don't some women want men who wanna wait until the wedding night to get laid?"
"I don't get it either man" says Steve. "I mean I thought women would be glad that they were pressured to "put out". Steve uses his fingers in air quotes to emphasize his point.
Steve's POV
I can't believe it, I thought I was the only one saving myself for marriage. I thought that I would be the only one not "getting laid". But I found that Paul, one of my best friends and co-worker shares the same old fashioned values as I do. But I gotta say…it's not easy being celibate. I'm 47 years old, three times divorced, a father of 2 beautiful daughters and still a reasonably attractive guy with enough stamina to compete with guys half my age due to continuing to work out and remain active after I had to prematurely retire from the squared circle from a neck injury. God knows I didn't wanna retire at the age of 38, but I did not want to end up in a wheelchair which almost happened in 1997 after Owen Hart pile drove me into the mat right on my head jamming my neck into the canvas. The only consolation is that I not only retired from wrestling financially secure, but I became a movie star with several movies under my belt. I can't count on 10 fingers the number of cold showers I've had to take and the hardest part is that women seem more attracted to me now that I have become celibate than they were before. I mean it seems like women throw it in my face on a daily basis, and when I tell them that I don't have sex outside of marriage, they look at me like I've grown a second head, like I'm some kind of sideshow freak and it hurts like hell. I mean I've had a reputation for years for being a tough SOB and at times mean as a "Texas Rattlesnake" but I'm human and want love and companionship like any other man. I want to feel the soft skin of a woman against mine. I want to get laid like any other red blooded male. It's just that I wanna do it in the right way. My biggest fantasy is to make love to my woman between silk sheets in a room lit only by scented candles on our wedding night with soft music playing in the background. Her soft hands and lips exploring my sweat drenched body and her shapely legs wrapped around my waist while I move ever so slowly inside of her feeling her tight, wet sheath surrounding my hardened length drawing me deep within her body, while I whisper into her ear how much I love her and how her pussy feels so good, so tight and so wet, and she whispers back to me how much she loves me and how much of a real man I am by waiting until she becomes my wife to make love to her . My thrusts continuing at an increasingly rapid speed inside her bringing both me and my beloved to a blinding, mind numbing, earth shattering orgasm..
As I come back into reality, I hear Paul talking to me…..
"I just don't wanna grow old and alone, because I want to be a real man to the woman I love" says Paul.
"Yeah I know what ya mean man" I reply. "But goddamnit, if it means that I save myself and what I have to offer for the woman of my dreams, the woman that I will spend the rest of my life as my one and only, then I will be takin' a shit load of cold showers".
Just then there's a knock at the door….
Author's Note: I apologize if the story is going slow and for its short chapter, but working overtime and going to graduate school full time is placing its proverbial foot up my ass! So I ask those who are following my story to please be patient because I guarantee there will be SMUT and lots of it!. Please READ and REVIEW! As always your support is so humbly appreciated!