I chose him

My future was bleak; I was an average student, and my prospects were limited at best. My family was struggling; as far as I could see, my future wasn't good. I either worked in a lousy job or married and worked in a lousy job. Then I saw him; he was a nerd according to most other students, always at the top of the class, and his family was rich. His future was bright; even if he didn't choose a career, he would be well off. I decided to befriend him. At first, he was wary of me, as he had been pranked many times before. But I wasn't pranking him; I wanted to get close to him. At first, we were just friends, but at least he realized I wasn't pranking him. When all the boys in class decided to have a panty raid and said anyone who didn't at least try was GAY looking straight him when it was said. I already knew he wasn't gay, as he always looked at the girls, especially when they were exercising. I overheard them planning; I saw my friend; he wasn't intending to take part and would just accept their taunts. I told him I would help him out; he looked at me, and I said I would give him a pair of my panties. I chose an older pair so they couldn't say he had bought them. Turned out he was the only one to succeed; some got caught trying to sneak into a girl's dorm, and their whole scheme came crashing down. He was reported as succeeding by one of the other boys; when he was asked, he told them I had given them to him, and I confirmed it. That made everyone at the college think we were in a relationship. We were just friends then, but it grew into a stronger relationship after. He started helping me financially, so I could be with him more often instead of working to pay my way. We graduated together; I was about the middle of the class, and he was at the top as usual. But my future job was better than I would have gotten otherwise, as I was hired to work for his family's company. Assigned to work alongside him, they saw me as a possible wife. Even before I thought it possible myself, as he only seemed to have one female friend. We weren't lovers, and I wasn't forcing it. I hoped he would make a move. It took nearly two years of working together for us to become lovers. He had been worried I might reject him, so he didn't make a move. In the end, I made it so we were out of town together, and it was raining. I cuddled him, and he got an erection, which I saw. I decided it was now or never, and we became lovers. The next morning, he proposed, and I accepted straight away. Two reasons: the first was that the sex was unprotected; I hadn't thought it would happen. Second, I wanted to marry him; to me, he was my whole future. We now have two children, more to follow. I think he is my perfect man.