Jim and the Virgin Maid of Honor A

Literotic asexstories – Jim and the Virgin Maid of Honor A by barnabus,barnabus
(M/F, reluctance, consensual sex, romance, first time, virgin, m/f)

SUBJECT:

The best man and the maid of honor connect the night before the wedding.

WARNING:

This is an adult story, containing graphic depictions of sensitive material of a sexual nature. If you find such material offensive or are underage, do not read further, but please bypass this story for one more suitable for you.

This story is a work of fiction. and is not intended to portray any real persons, living or dead, nor is it at all intended to encourage the type of activity portrayed here.

All characters are over the legal age of consent (18). The author does not support or condone the behavior that takes place in this story . . . When a woman says ‘no’, it’s time to stop, no matter how blue your balls may be. Believing that a girl means ‘yes’ or ‘maybe’ when she says ‘no’ is only a macho fantasy. (Oh, and by the way, to you women out there . . . keep in mind that if you say ‘no’ to often, he may stop asking.)

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The story is set in modern times.

Birth control is used in this story, i.e. the ‘rhythm’ method, and, of course in ‘real life’ every reasonable adult should know that he or she should behave responsibly when participating in sexual activities and he or she wishes to avoid unwanted conception and the spread of disease.

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Prologue.

Joelle and Tom were getting married. They planned their wedding in a small mountain town that was located far away from everything but not so far that no one could get there. Joelle’s father had friends there who arranged for the church, preacher, and separate housing for Tom and Joelle prior to the wedding. And Joelle had rented a furnished housekeeping cabin for Christine (her Maid of Honor), Nan (her Bridesmaid), Jim (the Best Man), and Drew, the Groomsman (Usher).

After a full day of travel, followed by the wedding rehearsal, a rehearsal dinner and general festivities, everyone was tired when the wedding party had returned to the rented cabin, a lovely three bedroom cabin secluded in the woods, for the night.

Drew and Nan, the usher and bridesmaid, were a married couple, so they stayed in the master bedroom, complete with a king size bed. (Nan had gotten pregnant the night of the senior prom in high school and married Drew in what some had referred to as a shotgun wedding. Although Nan was from a much ‘higher class’ background, their marriage seemed to be working. Their first child was four years old and staying with friends at home. Nan was obviously pregnant again and expected to deliver in a couple of months.)

Jim was by himself in an upstairs bedroom with two queen beds, while Christine was relegated to the small bedroom downstairs with a single twin bed.

At bedtime, Drew stopped by to talk to Jim in his room. Drew suggested that this might be an opportune time for Jim to pay Chris a visit in her bedroom downstairs. Jim & Christine had been dating for some time now. Jim was frustrated that although Christine had allowed him to touch her breasts, even put his hand inside her blouse, she had refused him any further intimacies. She said she was saving herself for marriage.

Before departing, Drew had observed that Christine obviously was in love with Jim, and a wedding celebration is always a time with lots of hugging and kissing and general warmth . . . an environment that was sure to lower the resistance of any normal, albeit reluctant girl. Add to this that she was away from home and the entire group was not chaperoned. As Drew left, he added with a leer that Christine’s cherry “was ripe for the picking”.

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Chapter 1: Christine reflects on the day’s events.

It was a warm night. I had pushed the blankets to the side, lying in the twin bed under only a single sheet staring at the ceiling. There was a half moon outside letting some light into the room, so I was not in total darkness. I was wearing my simple flowered night gown that extended to just below my knees. It had a bowed neck with puffy short sleeves, and an elastic band around my waist. I was thinking about Joelle and Tom and their wedding tomorrow. After announcing her engagement, Joelle had confided to me that she was still a virgin. We hadn’t discussed the subject since then.

The wedding tomorrow would be beautiful, small, sedate, but lovely. The reception would probably also be wonderful. But I found my thoughts inevitably drawn beyond that to the wedding night. I envisioned Joelle stepping from the bathroom in a lovely pure white night gown, removing her peignoir and gliding into bed with her new husband, offering him her virginity.

Except there was no way I could imagine Tom actually taking Joelle’s virginity. Sure, I had taken the sex education courses. But whenever I tried to imagine the actual sex act, it always seemed crude and primitive to me. Nevertheless thinking about it makes me hot with a funny feeling in my lower belly. Occasionally I would touch myself, but as soon as I began to feel stimulated, I would stop, embarrassed. I wondered what it would be like when my wedding night came and what I would do. I could only hope that my husband-to-be would know what to do . . . it was a sure thing I didn’t.

My thoughts wandered. I still wanted to save my virginity for my wedding night. But I wasn’t a teenager anymore. And I was thinking more and more about marriage with Jim. We had even talked about it, but so far Jim hadn’t shown any indication to ‘pop the question’. The more time I spent with Jim, the stronger the love I felt for him felt. I was even thinking about sex with him and as my love grew stronger, I really didn’t want to wait. Every time he touched me the desire to make love with him grew more intense.

I wanted sex with Jim so much that after much contemplations, I had concluded that I had three options: I’d either have to break off my relationship with him completely, or I’d have to propose marriage to him. Or, as a third option . . . , maybe I would just go ahead without the benefit of a preacher.

Chapter 2: A tap at the door.

There was a quiet tap at the door, and I rose to answer. It was Jim.

“What are you doing here, Jim?” I queried, letting the door open a little wider. “We should both be getting our rest for tomorrow.”

“I was just thinking about you,” he answered quietly taking my hands and kissing me lightly on the lips. “Were you thinking about me?”

I kissed him back and nodded my head. Actually, I had been thinking about Jim, but probably not in the way he expected. A briefly a crude image of Jim taking my virginity flashed through my mind and there was that feeling in my lower belly again.

“Can we talk?” Jim asked. I noted he was wearing solid colored pajamas that buttoned down the front. There was a moment’s hesitation . . . should I invite him into my bedroom with both of us dressed in our pajamas? But I gave an almost automatic response.

“Sure, if you want.” , and Jim moved into my room, closing the door behind him. The two of us sat on the bed side by side in the darkened room and talked about inconsequential things for a few moments before Jim put his arm around me and kissed me deeply. Jim kissed well, and I melted in his arms.

When the kiss ended, Jim confessed, “I was also thinking about Tom and Joelle . . . tomorrow night in that little cabin in the woods that they’ve rented . . . ” Jim let the words hang and again the crude image of Tom and Joelle flickered across my mind. The feeling in my belly grew stronger and wouldn’t go away. Tom continued his thought, “. . . and about what they would be doing there.”

Embarrassed, I suddenly felt like I had lost control of the conversation, and was rapidly losing control of my own feelings. Attempting to gain control of the conversation, I said, “They will be doing what a husband and wife do . . . on their wedding night . . . ” The last words came out in almost a whisper. I crossed my legs, a movement that Jim noted and recognized.

Jim kissed Me again. “Do you think that Joelle and Tom are virgins?”

Embarrassed, I pulled away. “I’m not sure about Tom, but Joelle told me she was a virgin.”

Jim smiled. “When was that?”

“When they first got engaged,” It answered. “That would be about six months ago.”

Jim tightened his arm around me. “Tom and I were roommates at school.” He kissed me on the forehead. “I know that for the past two or three months, he has been sneaking out of his room three or four nights a week.” My eyebrows rose.

“Do you think he’s . . . been . . . with . . .?”

“He’s admitted he’s been with Joelle.”

“Well . . . they were engaged . . .” I stuttered out. The feeling in my stomach was growing stronger all the time, and, truth be told, I admitted to myself that I was curious about experiencing sexual intimacy. The thought actually crossed my mind that maybe this was time for me to give up my own virginity . . .

My mind wandered. “So Tom and Joelle have been sleeping together, and they’re still getting married?” I asked absently.

“Yes, does that seem strange to you””

“It’s just that some of my girlfriends were pressured by their boyfriends to have sex. Most of the times, it always seemed that when the girls gave in, once the guys got what they wanted, they dumped the girls. Or, if the guy didn’t dump the girl, from then on all he ever wanted to do was fuck. And when the girls got tired of fucking all the time and asked the guys to take them out once in a while, then they got dumped.

“Well , that’s not what happened with Joelle and Tom. They were really in love with each other.” Jim observed.

“Yes, I guess they were.”

“You and I have talked about marriage . . . ” Jim reminded Me, his arm still holding me warmly to him.

Was Jim asking me obliquely about sex, I wondered. “But we’re not married yet. We’re not even engaged.”

Jim put a hand under my chin and raised my lips to his. “No, but we’re almost engaged.” And it felt like it was true to me. We kissed, and he let his hand run down my neck to my shoulder, then down the front of my night gown, coming to rest over my breast, which he gently cupped. Briefly, I responded, pressing my breast into his hand and deepening the kiss, then I pulled back breaking the kiss.

In the past, I had allowed him to touch my breasts. He had even put his hand inside my blouse. But I had never thought we would be in a situation like we were tonight . . . in my bedroom . . . with me wearing only a night gown and no bra. I was not even wearing panties. This was probably the most intimate touch I had ever received.

“Jim,” I whispered, placing my hand over his but making no effort to remove it. “You know I’m saving myself for marriage.”

“I know,” Jim replied, kissing me on both eyelids. “And I respect you for that . . .” I felt relieved. But still I felt that excitement in my stomach and lower in my abdomen, nagged at me. And the recurring question came to my mind: did I really want to remain a virgin? Was it time to give up my virginity?

“I feel like I’m almost engaged to you . . . “Jim repeated. “And Tom and Joelle didn’t wait until they were married . . . ” He caressed my breast. Exploration of my breast was easy with only my nightgown between us and no bra getting in the way. He easily found my nipple and rolled it gently between two fingers.

I moaned and trembled. “What are you doing to me? Jim . . .”

Jim kissed me deeply. My hand fell to my side, and Jim kissed my cheek, then my ear, neck and shoulder, his hand crept up and slipped the nightgown from my shoulder, his kisses following the nightgown’s decent. Jim’s kisses reached the upper hemisphere of my breasts, and the touch of his lips made my breasts ache and grow taut. He wasted no time, lowering his full lips to my breast, nuzzling the gown downward past my already engorged, burning pink nipple and he was kissing the top of my bare areola. A tug on my sleeve and for the first time in our relationship, my entire breast was exposed to him.

“Jim . . .!”

He took my entire nipple into his mouth and began to gently suck sending shock waves surging throughout my being, but the greatest impact centered between my legs. I gasped, throwing my head back and bringing up my hand to hold his head. My stomach turned flip flops and that ever recurrent question, ‘was it time to give up my virginity’ engulfed my mind. My breath was coming in gasps as his tongue swirled around my nipple.

Without thought my hand slid beneath my breast supporting it and lifting it, holding it steady for him to suck. I felt the sensations not only in my nipples but in my brain, in my stomach and even in my quivering sex. The sensation of having my breast suckled by a man for the first time almost overwhelmed my mind. My breasts ached and grew even more taut. I was barely aware when he tugged the other sleeve of my night gown from my shoulder. It wasn’t until he moved to suckle on my other breast that I realized I was sitting virtually topless on my bed and my boyfriend was caressing and kissing me, suckling my nipples like a baby seeking nourishment. But my feelings were definitely not the feelings of a mother providing sustenance to an infant child!

“Jim . . . stop . . . it’s not right . . . ” I gasped, but my actions belied my words while one hand supported my breast, my other hand had gravitated to his head and pulled his mouth harder against my nipple.

Absolutely engrossed with the feel of a man’s mouth on my breast, My position gradually shifted as had happened so often in Jim’s car, until I was lying on my back and Jim was hovering over me, seeming to draw nourishment from my breasts. I wanted to put my arms around him but the sleeves of my night gown bound my arms to my sides. I struggled briefly and Jim quickly helped me to slide my arms free from the night gown freeing me to embrace him. He was almost lying on top of me.

“I love you, Chris,” He whispered as he came up for a breath of air.

“I love you!” I responded, immediately grabbing his head between my hands and pulling it up so that I could kiss him. As his body slid up beside mine, his knee slipped between mine. This was nothing new: he had done it often before and I had enjoyed the excitement of his leg rubbing against my mound through their clothing. We kissed deeply and I realized my naked breasts were rubbing against the rough cotton fabric of his pajamas, not against the smooth satin of my night gown. I trembled, but pulled him even closer as I realized I was completely topless beneath his bulk. His other leg slipped between my knees.

“Jim,” I gasped. “We have to stop! This is not right.”

Jim was kissing me all over my face as his hand moved between their hips and seemed to be fumbling with something. “What’s not right?” he asked between kisses.

“We’re not married . . .” I gasped; his kisses and our situation rapidly eroding my aversions.

“Tom and Joelle weren’t married,” Jim reminded, resuming his rapid kisses over my entire face.

“They were engaged . . . ” I desperately gasped out, feeling his hand against my bare flesh. The hem of the night gown had worked its way up and not only did his hand graze my intimate parts, but I felt the hair of his bare legs between my thighs. I vaguely realized I was no longer protected by two . . . or even one . . . layer of clothing between us.

“I love you. And we’re almost engaged,” Jim stated again, and his lips locked over mine in as deep a kiss as we had ever had. Even so, I could feel his hand moving between us and suddenly, there was a large, hard object stroking my genitalia and, slipping between my puffy, wet labia.

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Chapter 3: Bare flesh

A fearful thought ran through my consciousness. . . . I ran my hands down his back, until I reached the bottom of his shirt. Then I encountered . . . bare flesh . . . . I gasped as the import of what I felt confirmed what I had already suspected. I jerked my hands away from his buttocks, my thighs spasming, my face flushing as red as a stop light, paralyzed with uncertainty and fear of how close we were . . . of how close we could be to . . . . . . . . .

My body spasmed at the touch. “Jim, we can’t! It’s wrong!”

“Do you love me?”

“Jim . . .”

“Do you Iove me?”

“Oh, Jim! I love you dearly. But we can’t go on. It’s wrong.”

“If we both love each other, how can it be wrong?” Jim asked, his manhood definitely established between my labia majora, but not yet actually entering me.

I had no answer. We both loved each other. How could it be wrong? It just . . . was!

My mind wasn’t working clearly. To be honest, I was curious myself and wanted the experience. I wanted to know what it was like to be with a man . . . with Jim. And I wanted desperately to please my boyfriend. I wanted to satisfy him. I was in love with him and I wanted to make him happy.

“I’m a virgin!” I gasped desperately, grasping for straws. “I could get pregnant!” I was deathly afraid. But deep down inside, I was ready to give up my virginity. But my modesty and sense of propriety demanded that I resist to the very end. But I really wanted Jim to win.

“Your period ended two days ago. You can’t get pregnant now.” He was correct. Jim had plotted out my menstrual cycle months ago shortly after we had started dating. I had been surprised when I found out he did it, but then I appreciated that he was concerned and that he took the time and made the effort. At one point, I had taken his date book away from him and made a correction when he had been off a few days.

“I can’t . . .” I whispered.

His hand must have guided his . . . instrument . . . It moved slowly, tantalizingly starting at the bottom of my dripping opening but just inside of my puffy lips. “Your voice and your body are contradicting each other,” Jim whispered in my ear. “You’re lips say no . . . ” He paused and like slow torture, his penis moved upward, slowly. Every millimeter of movement sent cascading sensation throughout me. ” . . . but your body certainly isn’t agreeing . . .” he completed. Jim pulled back to watch my expression, and we both knew I was ready.

“I can’t . . .” I whispered, knowing it was futile.

“You don’t have to,” Jim replied, pressing forward moving past my labia majora and slipping between my labia minora. I tensed. Jim whispered, “Leave everything to me. Try to relax. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m afraid!” I whimpered, realizing that these words could be interpreted that I was on the border line to giving my consent.

“Don’t be afraid, Chris. I can tell how ready you are. Your nipples are hard, I can feel your body oozing. Let it go. Don’t deny your feelings. Is your body demanding satisfaction NOW? Don’t fight it! I don’t think you want me to stop.”

Through my fear, my decision came to me. I was ready! I really was. It was just a matter of doing it. I would give my virginity to Jim . . . if he would take it. I forced myself to relax and felt him slide deeper into me. Almost immediately, he encountered my hymen causing an involuntary gasp and tightening of my muscles.

“Try to relax, Chris. I love you!” Jim urged.

I whimpered, “It hurts,” but did my best to relax.

“I know,” Jim answered, backing off a bit before gently pushing forward. “It will hurt you a little. I can’t promise that it won’t. But later it will be a good feeling.”

I spasmed and tightened, then relaxed almost immediately. I was impressed that Jim was using such restraint. But I could feel my hymen depressing. The membranes were beginning to tear. It hurt!

“Oh, wait,” I pleaded. And Jim stopped. I had to say something. But I couldn’t simply refuse him: Not now.

“Be gentle!” I begged, knowing that with these words, I was giving him my permission to continue. “You’re my first . . .”

Jim backed off again. “Gentle is the only way I know how,” he whispered. “I know your still a virgin . . . “. He pressed forward a little farther this time. He saw me flinch, and he backed off once more and very slowly he moved forward. I sensed, rather than heard him saying under his breath, “. . . but you won’t be for long.” My hymen stretched, resisted, then ripped with a gush of blood. I gave a guttural groan and Jim broke through.

“Ugh mmmmm.” I moaned. Jim remained motionless as I grew accustomed to the new sensation. When I placed my hands on his hips and pulled, he rocked his hips, backing off again and slowly moving forward, entering me completely.

I could only gasp and groan, feeling an expression of shock on my face. Jim was in heaven. So he thrust again, harder, and easily slid in deeper. I whimpered as I was impaled upon his manhood. I closed my eyes, smiling as he completely entered me for the first time. There was some pain, but that passed.

“Does it still hurt?”

“A little.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.” There were tears on my face. My thighs were trembling and my vagina was spasming. “Are you in?” I asked, “all the way in?”

Jim nodded, even though he had not yet fully penetrated me.

“I’m glad,’ I whispered. I placed my hands on his face and soundly kissed him. When the kiss came to an end, I held his face a few inches from mine, meeting his eyes squarely. “I’m ready,” I sighed, and I knew he could feel a change in my body as my tensions deflated from me and I relaxed beneath him. “Oh, yes, I’m really ready!” He even felt the tense vaginal muscles relax, the same muscles that had been resisting him. “Teach me how to make love!” I whispered and wrapped my arms under his and around his shoulders, pulling him close to me. “Let’s make love! Make love to me!”

I eagerly awaited everything he would do to me, everything he would do with me.

Jim obeyed. He started slowly, letting me get accustomed to the sensations. I felt tight and hot and wet. He was invading my forbidden zone. And it was at my request. And gradually my eyes widened as he sank to his full depth within me for the first time. I was astonished at his girth and I was wide eyed and amazed at exactly how big he actually was.

There was some pain, but that passed. I closed my eyes, smiling as he withdrew, only to sink to his full depth within me again. “Make love to me!” I whispered again and I gasped and sobbed as he began to pound his shaft in and out. I squinted my eyes and sobbed as he ravished me. Soon I was participating as actively and eagerly as any woman could, raising my hips to meet his thrusts, pressing against his groin and feeling unbelievably good as he humped my pussy. His hand found my breast while both of my hands drifted down to cup the contours of his buttocks as his hips thrust, driving his manhood into me.

Reaching between us, I unbuttoned his pajama shirt, tugging it aside so I could feel his naked chest against my breasts.

“Does it still hurt or is it good?”

“It’s good. But it still hurts a bit.” But my thrusts meeting him proved that any pain I was experiencing wasn’t slowing me down at all.

Jim felt the familiar tension in his body, a stirring in his groin. He gasped, “Do you want me to pull out?”

“Pull out?” I had just told him I didn’t want him to stop, so, no, I DIDN’T want him to pull out. And in a flash, I realized what he was asking. My mind working faster than I thought possible, I realized that we were having unprotected sex. And I had little doubt that there had been at least a small amount of seminal leakage already.

“Do you want to pull out?” I asked, panting.

“No,” he gasped, quite frankly. At that moment, that was the last thing Jim wanted to do. But there was still enough sensibility in his consciousness that he was willing to honor my request.

“Then don’t!” I grunted raising my hips to meet his thrust. Making a flash decision, I decided, ‘In for a penny . . . in for a pound’. I gasped, “I want to go all the way. If we’re going to do it, let’s do it.”

Jim thrust into me deeply, and I lifted my hips upwards to meet him, whispered, “Love me, Jim!”

“I do love you, Chris,”

“No, LOVE ME, Jim. Give me your love.”

And he realized what I was asking.

“I’m cumming . . .” he gasped, both of us thrusting wildly, and unexpectedly he froze deep inside of me. I actually felt his penis expanding and a second later, he twitched, then vibrated and was suddenly spasming and pounding sporadically, blowing large quantities of cum deep into me. I shuddered as Jim gasped and moaned, pouring the manifestation of his love into me. I clutched him and followed my female instincts, trying to milk every last drop of his seed from him with my vaginal muscles.

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Chapter 4: All good things.

All good things eventually come to an end. Both were panting and sweating.

Finally Jim rolled to the side keeping one arm draped over me.

“That was awesome,” he whispered. “And I love you even more now than I did before!”

His hand gently caressed both of my breasts as he spoke and then moved downward to the juncture of my legs, exploring and caressing my pubis. I jumped when he separated my lips and squealed when he ran his finger down the length of my clitoris. No man had ever touched me there before. But I had just made love with Jim. Surely that gave him the right to touch me there. Besides, his fingers made me awfully hot.

His fingers moved to the entrance of my vagina. He made no effort to enter but began to caress me, lightly massaging me with his fingers. The actions sent jolts of electricity driving their way up my spine, my senses skyrocketing through the roof and I began moaning. It seemed like just a few moments before I was rising to a world-shaking orgasm. Jim locked his lips over mine muffling my scream as I orgasmed.

I received great satisfaction from my climax. I rode the tidal wave of sensation that engulfed me and gave in to all of those wonderful feelings filling me: the passion, the excitement, the stimulation, and now, the release. All too soon I had to pull his hand away . . . the continued stimulation on top of my climax was simply more than I could stand. Gasping for breath, I lay quivering from the power of my orgasm.

I clutched my legs together, almost in a vain attempt to hold the orgasm in and I rolled to wrap my arms around him, holding him as close to me as I could. I was thankful that Jim had known how to handle my deflowering, and that my first time had not been a time of adolescent fumbling. I reflected how pleased I was that he had known what to do , . . . it was a sure thing I hadn’t.

A pang of sadness ran through me. There was only one way he could have known . . . obviously he had been a man of some experience and I hadn’t been his first. But, it wasn’t reasonable to expect any man to be a virgin, especially in the 21st century.

In any case, this had been his first time with me!

“Incredible!” I sighed when I

had calmed to the point where I felt I could speak again. “I hope you still love me!” I paused as another shudder ran through my body. “You’re wonderful. I’m glad it was you and you wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.”

Quietly, they lay entwined in the narrow bed, almost dozing.

I rose to full consciousness as I was aware that Jim was caressing my breast again.

“Mmmmm,” I moaned with approval as he gently clasped my breast. I looked up at Jim, still in my arms. “When Tom and Joelle got together at school . . . do you supposed they did it more than once? I mean, once in an evening?”

In the moonlight, I could see the smile form on Jim’s face. “I’m sure they did. Probably several times.”

I faltered for a moment in Jim’s arms, then whispered: “I think you had better buy a supply of condoms on the way home.” After a moment’s hesitation, I felt Jim nod his agreement.

“I have a supply of condoms.” He whispered. “I just didn’t think I’d need them this weekend so I didn’t bring them.”

I also resolved to visit my doctor to see if I should get birth control pills or be fitted out with a diaphragm.

I disentangled myself from Jim’s arms and rolled to my back. My night gown was still bunched around my waist exposing much more of my full feminine outline than it concealed. I was clearly visible in the dim moonlight. My hand unthinkingly ran over my legs to my mound, then to my womanhood. I was wet, and there was an unfamiliar sticky substance there.

I raised my hands before me touching my thumb and finger together, then separating them. In the dim moonlight, the substance stretched between my fingers. “Is that . . . you?” I asked timidly.

“It’s my sperm.”

I looked harder, then asked, “Will you turn the light on?”

The switch was easily within Jim’s reach, and both of them squinted as the room filled with illumination.

Again, I stretched the substance between my two fingers. “There are streaks of pink in it . . .” I stated, almost like a question.

Jim took my hand, holding it so he could see too. “It’s streaks of blood: the blood from your maidenhead breaking.” When I looked at him, he continued, “It’s the proof of your virginity.”

I looked away wiping my fingers on my leg. I realized that in the bright light, with my night gown bunched around my waist my female body was clearly visible to Jim. And Jim was obviously enjoying the pleasure of my nudity.

Suddenly embarrassed, I moved my hand to conceal my womanhood. But then I thought for a moment. Jim and I had just made love. We had been as close together as two people can possibly be. He had given me his sperm. And when I hadn’t climaxed when he did, he hadn’t left me high and dry, but had come to me and given me a wonderful orgasm.

And I was pretty sure we would do it again before the night was over.

There was a proper time for modesty. But not now.

Not one for half-way measures, I raised my hips and slid the nightgown down and off. I was about to drop it by the side of the bed when a stain caught my eye. I looked closer. “Un-oh,” I muttered. “There’s blood on the night gown. We probably got some blood on the sheets.” I paused for a moment wiggling slightly. “There’s a wet spot on the sheets, too.” I gave a deep sigh. “Well, there’s nothing we can do about it now,” I commented.

Glancing around, Jim observed: “Maybe there is.” He took a small hand towel from the dresser beside the bed. “Slide this beneath your hips. That way you won’t feel the wet spot, and we won’t make it worse.” Jim didn’t seem overly concerned. After all, it was a rented cabin and they would be gone the next day.

I did as instructed. “That’s better.”

Turning to Jim, I propped myself on one elbow letting my soft breasts hang freely while I let my eyes rove up and down his pajama clad body. The pajama shirt was open. The waistband was open too and pushed down leaving his midsection bare. My gaze froze when it encountered his limp, exposed manhood. I quickly looked away, but my eyes were drawn back like a needle being drawn to a magnet. Jim made no attempt to cover himself.

I glanced quickly up to his eyes: He was watching me with a slight smile on his face. Again I glanced downward and I noticed it twitch and begin to grow. To my almost virgin eyes, it already looked huge. I was suddenly afraid. ‘No wonder it hurt!’ I thought. But then I remembered . . . it had only hurt at first.

Chapter 5: May I touch . . .?

Again, I looked up to his eyes and, pushing the loose shirt to the side, put my hand on his bare chest. “May I . . . touch . . . it . . .?”

“Sure!” Jim nodded, and once more my eyes returned to his manhood. Even though I had broached the subject myself, I hesitated, feeling very embarrassed. I was afraid I would hurt it accidentally. Besides, I didn’t really know how a girl should treat . . . ‘it’. So I was very careful . . . even apprehensive. But I braced myself and slid my hand down his chest. Like a small child reaching out to pet a dog for the first time, I timidly extended my hand and touched him. He was damp, and I saw streaks of red . . . probably from . . . I couldn’t complete the thought.

The very touch of my inexperienced fingers affected Jim, arousing him more quickly than I expected. Then again, I didn’t really know what to expect. Curiously, I wrapped my fingers around him and was amazed as I both watched and felt him rise to full erection while I held him.

It was a * fascinating * transition that took place within my grasp! And feeling his body preparing itself for sex aroused me as my own body, in its own way, prepared for sex again. I was growing hot and wet. And what had looked big a few moments before, now looked absolutely ENORMOUS! I wanted to bend over and kiss it . . . and maybe take it in my mouth. I had heard that boys . . . men . . . liked that. But I was much too timid for anything so bold. He was hard, to be sure, but he also felt soft as my fingers gently squeezed him.

Nothing in the sex education books had prepared me for the transition I had just witnessed. Not only had I seen it with my eyes and felt it with my hand, but I was experiencing a visceral reaction flooding me with desire and . . . did I dare say it? . . . lust. I was ready to do it again!

“It’s so hard” I said.

“That’s because I want you again.”

“It’s amazing!” I whispered in admiration. Then I looked up at his pajama top.

“It looks like one of us is seriously overdressed,” I observed, and I released him to slide the pajama top from his shoulder.

Jim smiled and grunted his agreement. By the time his top was gone, he had kicked off his bottoms. Without being asked, Jim turned off the light. Again, I cautiously wrapped my fingers around his penis.

Experimentally, I stroked him, eliciting an exhalation of breath from him and a response from his hips, moving to meet my manual activity. This was turning into a night of stunning explorations for me. I stroked some more, but after a few moments, his hand covered mine, stopping me.

“I want you,” he whispered, hoarseness creeping into his voice. “But not your hand . . . at least, not tonight.” Momentarily confused, understanding quickly came to me. I nodded. I enjoyed touching him and was mesmerized by his responses. But giving him a hand job wasn’t what it was REALLY about. And it wasn’t what either of us REALLY wanted tonight.

“I want you in me,” I whispered, feeling bold and overly presumptuous. “But please . . . be gentle,” I implored. “Make it special!”

“It will be special. Because YOU are special.

Jim proceeded slowly, treating me gently with great care. He tenderly rolled me onto my back and whispered sweet things into my ear, telling me how much he loved me and needed me. He knew just how to touch me. Taking advantage of the darkness, Jim caressed me, seeming to fondle me everywhere, touching, caressing, squeezing every inch of my body, doing soft, wonderful things to me, showing extreme consideration for me. I might have imagined such things before, but the actual effect of them on me was absolutely mind-boggling. My breasts swelled beneath his touch, almost like fruit ripening in the sun. My nipples were standing at attention. They felt rigid and hard, yet hypersensitive. My body was as tight as a bowstring, but at the same time, I was limp beneath his touch. All the while, my grip on his penis tightened as I grew more excited. I was primed!

“Ohhhh, dammit,” I groaned when the Jim’s finger began toying with my swollen clitoris. Until that moment I didn’t realize how aroused I was. When he touched my clit there was an instant jolt through my panting, overheated body. My hips thrust forward, my clit twitched and a jolt ran through me activating that long dormant monster of lust within me.

A submissive moan passed from my lips.

He moved over me.

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Unconsciously, my whole body tensed as he took his place between my legs. I positioned myself so that I could better feel his hard, exciting, tasty manhood at the entrance of my blossoming pussy. Still holding his penis, I guided him to my sweet, tender, moist opening and directed him into me. When he entered me, there was still a little pain, but I ignored that.

I was feeling with my hand what I was sensing with my body. Our pubic hair meshed and I felt his testicles bump against my perineum. It was awesome. He withdrew slightly then slid back in. Instinctively, I clenched my vagina hard around his thrusting manhood. Keeping my hand between us, I felt him disappearing into me and reappearing . . . my hand recorded his thrusts in and out! Yes! This was exactly the movement I had imagined. As he established his rhythm and my feminine curiosities were satisfied, I reluctantly released him and slid my hand around him, feeling the rocking of his hips and the arching of his back. He continued to press into me until there could be no doubt that all of his immense manhood was embedded within my dainty womanhood.

He complemented me, telling me how good I felt, and how much I meant to him. He even said he couldn’t help but notice that I was noticeably becoming more sensual. Even with the limited experience that I had, I was already learning how to please my man.

I was in love with Jim, and In spite of my original pain, I gave myself completely without reservation and with total abandon to my lover. I surrendered to the sheer sexual joy permeating me with pure pleasure.

It felt like I had a beatific expression on my dreamy, angelic face, my auburn hair forming a loose halo around my head. “_*Yes!*_” I gasped again, my eyes glazing slightly. “_*You feel so good inside of me . . .*_”

I was rolling my hips into him. Although totally inexperienced, I sensed what he wanted. He was a good teacher! The movement of our bodies together was perfect! Our mating was perfect! _*Everything*_ was perfect!

So _*this*_ was _*making love*_!

There was a rising tide in me. Partly, it was excitement and the pleasure of total satisfaction while I was enjoying the forbidden fruit. And partly it was the absolute closeness I felt with Jim, the unbelievable intimacy, the thrill of such close contact with my lover. I slid my arms upwards, one arm encircling his shoulder clasping him close to me, the other hand caressing his head, pulling his cheek against mine, then drawing our lips together in an intense, intimate kiss. Why had I waited so long to have sex? Intellectually, I still maintained my same basic moral views, but my moral code ran a distant second when faced with the real experience of sex with the man I loved.

Unexpectedly, my own body caught fire and I thrust back, my cries mingling with his. My libido lurched to the forefront and exploded in a wonderful pre-orgasmic euphoria. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper into me, crushing our bodies together. I couldn’t think straight any more. He continued his rhythmic thrusting into me and my back flexed sensually in response. My curves meshed perfectly with his physique. He was pleased to notice that I was eagerly responding to his movements. My breathing changed from small gasps of pleasure to hungry, urgent moans of need. “Yes!” I whispered, thrusting my hips against his. “”Yes! . . . yes . . .!”

I began crying out with each thrust, my moans becoming screams of gratification as the pressure rose inside of me. Their rhythm grew in intensity and I locked my legs behind him, hugging him to me, making it easier to match his rhythm, my flesh caressing and squeezing him as he grew even larger, inching closer and closer to his explosive release. I was surprised at how large he grew as his flesh completely filled me, pounding with wild abandon. “I think I’m going to cum . . .” I gasped. “Can you cum too. . .?

“. . . I’m cumming . . . .” he gasped and he gave a loud, animalistic grunt. Almost simultaneously I gave a high-pitched cry of pleasure at the orgasm that shook me. I hardly had time to catch my breath before another spasm hit me. And then another. I felt rapid fire orgasms within me, one after the other like a chain reaction. I wanted it never to stop. Our bodies convulsed in unison as his seed blasting into me and I was infused, permeated by being filled with part of him, my very soul was saturated with his essence! The climax drained my strength from me. Every ounce of energy that I possessed seemed to be focused on milking his cock as each shot of his hot seed seemed to draw another response from me. .

I clutched him to me. Shuddering silently I buried my face in his neck, my sucking breaths caressing the hair on his chest. I was * so * thankful that I didn’t have to wait any longer to learn what love and sex was all about!

Jim was *so good*!

Chapter 6: What has happened?

Our mutual orgasm seemed to last forever. Finally, we both collapsed on the bed, Jim still deep inside of me, but shrinking. When Jim’s manhood finally slipped from me, he moved to my side.

I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling with unseeing eyes as my breathing and heart rate gradually returned to normal. There was a warm body lying beside me, gently nuzzling my ear, an arm lying over me and a gentle hand quietly encompassing one breast. I had just experienced the greatest orgasm of my life, although in reality, I had actually experienced precious few orgasms.

What had happened?

I remembered stories from girlfriends about their first times. Almost all of the women I knew had been frightened the first time, just as I had been frightened. Most had suffered pain to a varying degree, just as I had. The experiences had varied from date rapes and exceedingly painful first encounters, to one girl’s comment: “is that all there is to it?” But of those who had raved about how great it had been, none had ever described the pinnacle of ecstasy that I had encountered. It had been like a narcotic induced high.

When we made love, I had been the absolute center of Jim’s attention. I liked the way it made me feel.

Did I still believe that sex should be reserved for marriage, and more specifically, should I be saving myself for my wedding night? In theory, yes. I still believed in the principal. But I knew that as long as I was with Jim, there would probably be very little saving and if the past hour was any indication, there would probably be lots of practice in the applied application of sex and sexual techniques.

Why had I felt such unbelievable pleasure and sexual intensity when I made love with Jim? There were only two possible explanations I could find: first, Jim must be very good, and I had been the beneficiary of his skills, and second: I myself must have been born with a libido the size of a house, the kind of libido that should be locked in a cage where people can come by and stare, pointing fingers at it.

If my libido was so intense, so great, then I had no idea what I would do with it. Maybe I would have to find a man, Jim maybe? with a similar libido and quickly marry him, but using this as a sole criteria for marriage felt awfully uncertain. It didn’t take into consideration what other baggage the man would bring along into their marriage. Would such a man make a good husband? Probably not. He’d be a great fuck, but what kind of husband would he be. And I shivered at the prospect of him as a father to my children.

All of this was too deep for me to contemplate right now. I rolled to face Jim taking him once more in my arms, pressing him to me.

What we had shared, indeed, might have been crude and primitive. But it was also supremely satisfying. I had been raised to soaring height of euphoria! Never before had I felt so alive and vibrant. I had never felt closer to anyone or more in love with Jim than I did at this moment.

A pang of guilt stabbed at my heart. I was really glad that Jim had been the man to take my virginity. But I would no longer be able to give my virginity to my husband on my wedding night. That would be true even if I married Jim. And although I still felt that it was not right to have sex before marriage, I was deeply in love with Jim and knew that now that we’d actually made love, this would not be the only time that the two of us would be in bed together. It was the nature of man to want sex from his partner. And I would want to please him. Now that I’d had the experience, I felt a sense of duty to Jim to continue to satisfy him. And besides, it had given me intense pleasure. I had enjoyed it, as I had been afraid that I would.

I had liked it! Never before had I felt such intimacy with anyone. I had felt it with Jim, and I liked that too. I treasured being the absolute center of his attention, having him concentrate his every thought on me for as long as it lasted. I still couldn’t believe the waves of pleasure I received from that big, fat shaft pounding into me. And those orgasms . . . . uuuuuhhhhhh!

Chapter 7: Jim’s reflects on the evening’s events. JIM’S POINT OF VIEW

Jim’s hand tightened around Christine’s breast bringing forth a contented moan from her. He found it difficult to believe that he had actually made love with this woman, a woman who had always been an ‘ice maiden’ when it came to sex. He had dreamt of having her from the first day he met her. But he never imagined it would be this good! In all the time he had dated her, he had wanted to possess her, but he had never seriously considered marrying her. But he considered it now! A man would be a fool to pass up being married to a woman who could give him this kind of sex! And she seemed as eager to continue now as she had ever been.

Slowly, a small feminine hand, slid between the two lovers finding and grasping Jim’s shrinking penis.

“It’s so large!” Christine murmured, and gave his manhood another exploratory squeeze. It twitched briefly, but continued shrinking in her grasp.

“I can’t believe it,” she muttered more to herself than to him, squeezing it again. “I simply just can’t believe it!”

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Epilog: When the cleaning woman came to the cabin, she discovered the blood on the sheets, mattress pad and even the mattress itself. She gave a call to her supervisor who instructed her how to use peroxide to remove the blood stains.

The supervisor reflected. He didn’t think that the Bride and Groom had spent their wedding night in that cabin. And if they had, why hadn’t they used the master bedroom with the king size bed instead of the twin bed in the small room downstairs? He knew he should withhold part of the damage deposit on the cabin due to the extra work required in cleaning the bedding, but decided that it was unreasonable to charge a newly married couple for blood on the sheets during their wedding night. He turned his attention to other matters.

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