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The Wedding Night
Becky liked what she saw as she looked at herself in her bedroom mirror. No matter how much she looked though, she was your typical girl next door. She was medium height with a slender figure that had never developed the curves and roundness that she’d hoped for. Her face was subtly triangular with the creamy skin of her cheeks touched with a warm rose color. Her satin skin had been called peaches and cream often enough to make Becky want to scream. There were dimples that flashed when she smiled, rather than the elegant cheekbones that she’d wished for. Her pert nose was small, dusted with faint freckles, and tilted up at the end.
Under arched brows, her eyes were large and dark. Whatever emotion she felt was always mirrored in them. They were rarely cool. Becky wore her hair fairly short, and it curled naturally to frame her face in deep honey blond. She was almost invariably in a good mood, her face was usually animated, her small, sculptured mouth tilted up at the corners.
Today she was especially proud of the way she looked because she was in her wedding dress. The glossy white satin clung to her slim figure, emphasizing the curves of her breasts and hips. The floor-length dress was sleeveless and backless, comfortable for the hot August weather, but still modest. It was a modern dress, with no lace or bows, and with straight lines and only a slightly flared skirt.
She'd made the backless satin dress herself, and although she liked the dress, she was nervous about what to wear under it. It was too hot out for pantyhose, although she knew that was what her mother would wear under the circumstances. She’d just taken off a pair of panties because their outlines had shown clearly through the clinging white satin. As she debated what to put on under the dress, there was a knock on the bedroom door.
"Can I come in?" her mother's voice asked.
"Sure," answered Becky, wishing her mother had waited until she resolved her panty problem.
"You look beautiful," her mother said as she picked up a brush set to work, "but your hair needs brushing."
Becky was nervous; her mother assumed she was dressed, but she knew that she wasn't. She hoped that her mother wouldn't notice that she didn't have anything on under her dress. She wished her mother would leave, even briefly, so she could slip on a pair of panties.
"You know," her mother said as she worked at a small tangle. "I didn't like your idea for a wedding dress when you first told me about it, but it's really nice. I guess my idea of a wedding dress was bows and lace, but you look really good in a simple dress.”
Becky smiled at her mother's complement, before asking, "Do you think Tony will like it?”
"I'm sure he will," she said reassuringly, and then launched into a motherly lecture on marriage. Typical of the times her lecture covered housekeeping, cooking, in short everything but sex. Becky listened quietly while her mother worked the last small imperfections out of her hair. She didn't pay much attention to her mother's words, but the tone was very relaxing. As her mother brushed and talked, all of Becky's anxiety slowly slipped from her mind.
"Oh my!" her mother said, looking at her watch. "We've got to be going. Your hair looks good, step into your shoes and come on!"
Use to obeying her mother, Becky quickly slipped her bare feet into her white heels while her mother called to her father and brother. "Get the car going. Hurry up everyone or we won't get there on time.”
Only after Becky was halfway down the stairs did she remember that she still didn't have anything on under her dress. It was hot out, and her dress was comfortable against the bare skin of her legs and fanny so she decided to forget about underwear. As she walked through afternoon heat to the car, she had second thoughts. What if she got sweaty and the dress stuck to her bottom; wouldn't that look indecent?
Her troublesome thoughts subsided as the car air-conditioner took hold, but they intensified as she walked through the August sun to the church. The shade inside the church was welcome, but it was still warm. In her youth, Becky remembered that the church had been air-conditioned. But due to the expense, sometime before her teens, they'd stopped air-conditioning the place.
Becky's mind started to wander as her mother helped her put on her veil and long satin gloves. She thought about how lucky she and Tony were that unlike most of the kids they’d went to school with, they’d waited a year to get married. Most of their friends had got married as soon as they graduated from high school and either had a baby or a pregnant wife. She and Tony had both work in their father’s offices since they been in high school, so they had waited a year while Tony got established in his father’s real estate office. Between his salary and what she’d made working in her father’s insurance agency, they had a tidy little nest egg to start their marriage with instead of living paycheck to paycheck like most of their friends. Becky was proud of the fact that she’d became so indispensable in her father’s office that he didn’t want her to quit, even though she was getting married. Even though he acted like he was supportive of her, she suspected that Tony was uncomfortable with her decision to work until she got pregnant.
She also couldn’t help wondering about the upcoming evening, and as she thought about it, she realized that she might turn her lack of underwear into something fun for Tony. Just thinking about the idea sent a tingle of pleasure through her. But as the organ began to play, all such thoughts were swept from her mind.
"Go, " her mother whispered at the right moment, and being a typical mother added, "And don't slouch!"
The advice reminded Becky of all the times that her mother had corrected her posture in the past, but this time, she didn't need to be reminded. She knew that if she slouched, the top of her dress would fall and at the very least expose part of her breasts. It was easy for Becky to stand tall as she walked into the church, she was proud to be there. When she looked up, she was excited to see Tony standing by the altar, and at the moment, she didn't care who was looking at her.
Tony was more than handsome, he was beautiful in his blue three-piece suit and brutally knotted tie, but Becky saw that he was sweating uncomfortably as she approached the altar. To Becky, the service seemed to go quickly, with the minister's words washing over her as she stood looking at Tony. Things were so fast that she found herself saying her vows quicker she expected. Then after one wonderful kiss, her mind started drifting to the coming evening as the minister gave his homily.
The reception line was torture, an infinite series of limp handshakes by relatives she barely knew. She wanted to look at Tony, to hold him, to kiss him, but instead she had to deal with aunts and uncles whose names she'd forgotten. She was glad to be wearing satin gloves, if only to protect her from the long series of sweaty palms. Becky wished that someone would find something new to say, but everyone seemed to tell her that she was a beautiful bride in exactly the same way.
By the time they cut the cake, Becky realized that her earlier fear that her dress would cling to her was coming true. But she noticed that most of the other women there were having similar problems. She also noticed that the men seemed to be having worse problems in their hot suits and ties. Many had taken off their coats and loosened their ties. As the groom, Tony didn't have that option, and he looked hot.
As she posed with Tony for one last picture, Becky felt the wonderful warmth of his touch and longed to be away with him. She was starting to become acutely self-conscious about her lack of underwear. Whenever she saw someone looking at her, she found herself wondering if they knew. Rationally, she knew that her fears were childish, but she couldn't suppress them.
When the time came to leave, Becky was glad to run with Tony through a shower of rice. She could see his car was just ahead, decorated with ‘just married’ signs and garlands of crepe paper, but Tony surprised her by pulling at her hand and guided her past his car and across the street.
"Where are we going?" she panted as they jogged across the street, "I can't run very far in this dress and these shoes.”
"Here," Tony said, opening the door of a battered looking economy car.
"This isn't your car!"
Tony laughed as he got in and started the engine. "I got it for a few hundred bucks two weeks ago so we could get away without a parade. Hope you don't mind disappointing my brother."
Becky laughed as she took off her veil. She knew that Tony's brother was the type who would organize a horn-honking chase as they drove away from the church, and follow them all the way through town. She and Tony had talked about it, and they both agreed that they didn't want to lead such a parade.
She looked back when she heard other cars starting, but they had a head start and Tony seemed to have his escape route planned. First they turned down an alley to get out of sight of anyone on the side street they'd been parked on, and then onto another side street a block away.
As Tony stopped to wait for an opening in the busy traffic of the next street, Becky helped him off with his suit coat. They even had time for a kiss before a break in traffic permitted them to head for the edge of town. While Tony drove, she helped him undo his tie and get his vest off.
Becky looked over her shoulder as they drove, but their young relatives never did find them. "Where are we going?" Becky asked as they reached the city limits.
Tony turned to smile at her briefly. "How do you feel about a honeymoon in a secluded farm house?"
"Is it nice?" she asked, feeling a comfortable sensation wash over her in response to his glance. He looked comfortable with his shirt open at the neck, and his smile made it clear that he was as happy to be alone with her as she was.
"It's on Uncle John's place. He got it from his neighbor's estate. The guy’s heirs were all so far away that they had jumped at the chance to unload the whole farm, farmhouse and all, in one deal. The place is furnished, I've stocked the fridge, and Aunt Fannie and I cleaned it up last week."
"All my luggage was in the other car," she reminded him, thinking of how little she had on. "I hope you've taken that into consideration in your planning."
He glanced at her again. "Your mom told me your sizes, and I picked up a few things. Do you mind?"
"No, it sounds fun," Becky said. She wasn't really ready to trust Tony to buy her clothes, but she imagined that she might find out a bit about him from what he bought. Becky watched the midwestern farmland roll by outside the window and let her dreams overtake her as they drove onward. The car wasn't air-conditioned, but the breeze through the open windows was enough to keep her comfortable. She reached over and held Tony's hand while he drove. As she held him, she thought about the evening ahead.
She also thought about the homework she'd done over the past month. Her doctor had given her interesting advice when she told him she was feeling a bit nervous about sex. She'd come away from that meeting with a reading list and a handful of disposable syringe cases. The cases were plastic and vaguely phallic in shape. Her doctor had asked a nurse to tell her how to use them.
At first, Becky hadn't been very comfortable with the nurse's suggestion that she lubricate the syringe cases and, working up from the smallest, use them to stretch her vaginal opening. The nurse had even suggested that she try doing this while masturbating. Over the last month, Becky had spent many evenings in bed wearing ever-larger syringe cases in her vagina while she read the books the doctor had suggested. There were a few evenings where she'd even ended up masturbating, usually after she'd read something she found particularly exciting. Now, as she rode with Tony, she felt that she was reasonably well prepared for what was to come.
"Here we are!" chimed Tony after thirty or so miles of driving. The last ten miles had been over secondary black top roads, and the final two miles were unpaved. He pulled into a dirt lane that opened between two cornfields, and then drove up a small hill.
At the top was a classic midwestern Victorian farmhouse with a big covered porch and a tower with a weather vane on top. The house was shaded by a pine grove and surrounded by a lawn that looked like it hadn't been mowed in a year or more, but it was beautiful. The barns and outbuildings were at the base of the hill. As a result, they complemented rather than block the view of the surrounding cornfields.
"I love it!" Becky said as she stood by the car and took in the view.
"Let me take you inside," Tony said, kissing Becky as he lifted her.
She cuddled against him with her arms around his neck as he carried her. The feel of one strong arm under her knees and the other across her bareback was exciting, and she could smell the pleasant aroma of his sweat as he carried her up the steps, across the porch, and through the open front door.
He kissed her as he set her down, and she responded enthusiastically. The depth and speed of her passions stunned him. Tony had meant to tease her, to slowly stroke her desires, but she was suddenly in command. Becky’s mouth was demanding, with her small teeth nibbling, her quick tongue arousing him so quickly that it scared him. Her hands were busy too, her fingers running through his hair, dancing over his shoulders and chest to find and exploit small points of pleasure. A comfortable warm feeling swept over her as they kissed, and when he let go, she felt disappointed. "I never got to tell you how beautiful you look in that dress," Tony said.
She smiled and posed briefly for him, then noticed that all the windows were wide open. "Do you always leave the house open like this?"
”I opened it up last night to let it air out. There's no air-conditioning, but with the pines and the windows open, it's pretty nice. Want to have an early supper or look around the place first?”
"I need some exercise to work off that wedding cake," Becky groaned, "Show me the house. You really left it open all night without anyone home to close the windows if it rained, what about burglars?"
He chuckled. "I admit I checked the weather report first. As to locks, though, this house hasn't been locked since my uncle got it. I don't see why I should bother to lock it now.” Then taking her hand, he said, “Follow me.”
He led her on a tour. The place was furnished largely as it had been when it's previous owners died. It reminded Becky of some of her own elderly relatives' homes. Tony took her up the spiral stairs to the tower to look at the view. The spiral stairs opened in a corner of the octagonal room at the top, and there was a big window on each wall. It looked to Becky like there were more windows than walls around the room. With the windows open, she felt like she was outside. Even up this high she could detect the light scent of the honeysuckle that clung in clumps to the fences.
They stood hand in hand looking out over the pine trees and across the sea of tall green corn to the distant rolling horizon. Becky had grown up in the suburbs, and the emptiness of the view was new. As she looked out over the fields through the haze of an August afternoon, she realized that nobody was out there to see her. She was exposed to the world, but she had as much privacy as in her own bedroom.
With that thought, she realized that this was the perfect time for her to reveal how little she was wearing. As she stepped back so she could see Tony, she saw that he was looking intently at her. She felt a warm tingle of excitement run through her as she unzipped the short zipper at the back of her dress. She shrugged her shoulders so the straps holding the front of the dress fell free; she stood straight as the dress slid slowly down to her ankles.
Tony's eyes grew round as Becky stood there in nothing but her long white gloves and heels with her back to the window, so that the light of the spring evening haloed around her hair. Stretching as the dry August breeze evaporated the thin layer of sweat from her body, she slowly walked up to Tony and hugged him.
He backed away when she let go. "You wore that little to our wedding?" he stammered.
She chuckled, "I'll tell you how it happened later. Right now, I feel like consummating our marriage. Are you ready?"
He looked at her, and as he did she felt a comfortable tingle in her abdomen. "OK," he said, sounding nervous. "Let me show you the master bedroom."
She left her shoes by the dress, following him downstairs wearing only her long white gloves and an angelic smile on her face.
"Here's a surprise for you," Tony said as they walked into the bedroom.
"The old man had a problem with bedsores in his later years, so they got him an expensive new mattress. The sheets are new, though, and I turned the mattress over."
He pulled back the bedspread to reveal white satin sheets. Becky sat on the leather top chest along the foot of the bed and looked at Tony. He was looking uncertainly at her, and after an awkward pause, Becky broke the silence. "Is something wrong?"
Tony blushed. "I guess I'm nervous about all this."
He looked so serious that Becky almost felt like laughing, but she knew that would be wrong. "Don't be silly, we've both seen each other naked before."
"But we always had limits," he said. "I'm not sure what the limits are now."
"Don't be shy," she whispered. "I'm all yours now, there are no limits. You’re welcome to do anything, touch anything, and kiss anything. Come sit with me."
Nervously Tony sat down beside Becky and she kissed him. She couldn’t seem to get enough of him. Her lips raced crazily over his face, down his throat where her teeth scr*ped lightly over his skin. Then she began to unbutton his shirt, delighted to feel his muscles bunch under her fingers. Her hands shook as she worked, and she could see his hands shake as he undid his pants. Becky had seen Tony's erect penis before, so she was prepared for it when it was freed from his pants, but at the same time, she felt an echo of his nervousness.
Tony and Becky kissed as they sat naked on the edge of the bed. Helplessly, she closed her eyes as his fingers skimmed, lightly tracing the curves of her breasts. As if she was fashioned of the most delicate glass, he swept those fingertips over her. When his hands moved gently from Becky's buttocks to her shoulders, the fragile caress had the blood rushing under her skin, heating it, sensitizing it until she thought she might die from sheer pleasure.
Her head fell back, and a moan escaped her lips as his thumb touched her nipple. When his tongue replaced his fingers, she frantically gripped his shoulders then let her hands slid down the wonderful expanse of his back. When she touched his erect penis, it sent a shiver of anticipation through her. It wasn't the first time she felt it, but the tingle of her reaction was more intense than before.
Becky rolled back onto the bed as Tony kissed her, and as they kissed every muscle in her body went limp. The kiss propelled her deeper and deeper, bombarding her with emotions that she no longer had to resist. Her feelings were free and ripe and cascaded over her as she felt his penis pressing between her thighs. She was a bit scared of it, but it also excited her. She thrust her tongue into Tony’s mouth as they kissed, and he responded in kind. As she grew more excited, she no longer wanted to kiss deeply, she wanted to kiss him everywhere. She nibbled on his earlobe and kissed his neck, then worked her way down his chest to kiss his nipples.
Tony had once said that his nipples didn't seem as sensitive as hers, but she didn't believe him. She could feel his broad chest tremble as she sucked on him, and when she kissed his stomach and groin, the tremor continued.
Becky rolled over and let Tony kiss her. The comfortable feeling she'd felt in her gut expanded as he kissed his way down her neck he began the downward journey slowly, hardly moving at all. With kisses and light nips, he circled her breasts. Moving further inward with each rotation until he reached the peak. Her nipple grew hot and hard in his mouth. As she moved under him, he used his tongue to bring them both to the edge of delirium. Becky could feel her energy flowing from her, pouring out in passion and urgency. There was an ache of anticipation as he kissed her breasts. As he kissed his way down her belly, she found herself moaning his name and pushing his head towards her crotch. .
He kissed her briefly above her pubic hair, then on the inside of the top of each thigh. The warm tingle in her abdomen was intense, and she found herself spreading her thighs and thrusting herself at his face. Quickly pulling his face away, his penis was still pressed tightly between her thighs as he quickly kissed his way back up along her body and hugged her again.
"I want you,” she moaned, frustrated that he'd stopped.
"I'm not sure what to do next," he whispered, sounding both nervous and embarrassed.
"You haven't done your homework?” Becky whispered.
"Studying about sex, silly," Becky said, kissing him. She wasn't happy to discover that he hadn't taken the time to study the subject, but some of the books she'd read suggested that she shouldn't expect much more. Becky thought briefly about what she'd read in the most helpful of the books she'd studied, ‘Our Bodies -- Our Selves.’
"Roll on your back," Becky ordered, "I know something we can try."
With a knee on each side of his hips, she knelt over him. She could feel his erect penis lightly brushing her fanny as she leaned over and kissed him. Then she sat up and stared at it. She’d never seen it in the light before so was awe struck by its size. It was pulsing with a life of its own and Becky couldn’t believe the raw power and the heat that she could feel radiating from it. As she leaned forward her face was so close that she could see the blood throbbing through the rope like veins that lined its 8-inch length. The golf ball size head looked like a huge purple plum peeking out of its foreskin. As if her hand had a mind of its own, she helplessly reached out and touched it with one finger. When she bravely wrapped her hand around it, it felt like a piece of flesh-covered steel. It was so alive that Becky could feel its heat on her face, as she leaned forward and inhaled its wild untamed earth aroma. She could feel her eyes glazing over with lust, as she eased back its foreskin and pressed its dark purple head between the lips of her vagina. She was nervous, but it felt good. His penis was getting wet, so she pushed it back and suddenly it slipped in, surprising her.
She gently and slowly sat down on Tony’s hips, feeling the oddly painful but pleasant sensation of his penis inside her. He was lying on the bed with an intense look she didn't really understand, but his hands reached up and gently touched her breasts, and ever so slowly, she relaxed and began to experiment with rocking her hips.
Each time her pubic bone pressed against his, she felt a wave of comfort wash through her body, and her excitement heightened as she bent forward so Tony could caress her body more fully. She hugged him between her knees as he started pumping his hips against her, and with each thrust of his hips, she felt a wave of pleasure wash through her body. It felt even better as she leaned forward so his pubic bone met her clit.
The flow of energy came out of nowhere, hurling her beyond the reasonable and into the impossible. One fed the other, driving each other higher and higher until they reached their peak. Then she felt the explosion of his climax within her body as she pumped her hips up and down, and then her own climax washed over her. She lost all sense of time, not knowing if it lasted for a moment or forever. When it ended, she relaxed over him, reveling in the comfortable afterglow of her climax, her body still engulfing his penis as she hugged him.
They rested that way for a long time, holding each other. Becky could feel Tony’s flaccid penis slowly slipping out of her, but when she sat up again, it slid back in. She smiled down at him as she nestled herself comfortably over his hips and rested her hands on his smooth belly.
"Virgin no more!" she whispered happily.