Our Wedding Night

Joe and I met in Junior High.  We dated since I was in grade 9 and he was in grade 10, and we married the summer I graduated.  He knew that I wanted to wait until we got married to have sex, and he agreed that we should wait.  We had done a little petting, but not very much.  Some people do everything but intercourse before marriage, but I never felt comfortable getting that intimate before we had tied the knot.  Plus, I wasn’t sure he would be able to stop if we really got going.

Or me for that matter.

Waiting had one really beneficial effect for us.  We weren’t having sex, but we had to do SOMETHING.  After all, we were still a couple of healthy all-American teenagers, with all of the usual sex drive.

So instead… we talked.

Of course, it was hopelessly embarrassing at first, and we kinda talked around the real issues, but after four years of dating, we eventually became quite comfortable talking about our bodies and our desires with each other.  Well, at least as much as a couple of novices can claim to know about our bodies and our desires.

We wanted our wedding night to be really special, but we also knew of friends who tried to have a huge wedding and reception, and then a wonderful romantic wedding night, but they were so exhausted and stressed out it was a disaster.  Yet at the same time, we knew we couldn’t WAIT to finally do it by putting it off for a night. So we opted for a small morning wedding and reception, and we didn’t leave for our honeymoon until the next day.  Instead, we spent our first night in a hotel near the reception site and since the wedding was over in the morning, we had time to relax and recharge for our first night together.

The wedding was lovely.  Everything went off without a hitch, except for the fire alarm… and the asthma… and oh yah… 13 month old Cousin Bobby shrieked during the ceremony and had to be taken outside and 3 year old Cousin Paul clapped his hands and shouted in approval at every musical interlude, making everyone laugh.

My eyes kept leaking with happiness and so did my Mom’s and all of my Aunt’s cried too.  Our Pastor beamed happily at us, and talked a lot, but I can’t recall a thing he said.  It’s like my ears were ringing with happiness and everything is just a blur.  Cousin George made a video tape, though.  So we’ll eventually get to see it again and maybe it will come back to me.

We had a light lunch, but Joe and I couldn’t eat very much.  The lunch room was only reserved until 1:00, so at 1:00 we started the 45 minute session of kissing everyone goodbye, over and over again, and I cried a wee bit again as we drove to our hotel.  Joe and I looked at each other happily, holding hands and not talking.

We had reserved the honeymoon suite—it had a huge bath and we began by soaking in the tub together.  But first we transformed the room into a romantically sacred space.  We brought juice, water, cheese, fruit, flowers and candles, and had single bottle of a light Zinfandel.  Together, we took the time to set the scene, lighting the candles and arranging and scenting the bed linens.

I was a little nervous, but dropped my satin bathrobe in front of Joe, and hand in hand, we climbed into the huge tub.  We talked about the ceremony, and how hilarious it was when the fire alarm went off sending us scurrying out of the church.  It was a false alarm, but we have some great pictures of me in my wedding dress with the firemen.  It took about a hour to get everything straightened out and finish marrying each other!

Turned out there was some kind of electrical short in the system, and the alarm had been going off at random intervals for two weeks.  The Pastor was very embarrassed, and swore it had never happened during any church event, but sooner or later it was bound to.   Luckily, one of Joe’s buddies worked in a electrical supply store, and he and a fireman located the problem right way and temporarily disconnected the system.  He promised to come back the next day to replace the faulty switch too.

Meanwhile, Mom was so stressed out by the disturbance that she had an asthma attack, and Dad had to run back to the car for her inhaler!  And Gramms complained the whole time that she was ready for lunch!  It was a bit hectic, but everyone was laughing too, and it was the kind of wedding story the whole family would laugh about for the rest of our lives.

We had been facing each other so that we could talk, look into each other’s eyes, and eat a little fruit, but as I relaxed and began to be comfortable being naked in front of Joe, we wanted a little more contact, so I reversed direction and leaned back against Joe.  He put his arms around me and just sorta stroked my sudsy skin.  The glass of wine sure helped—I was excited, but not too nervous.  The anticipation felt kind of weird—I felt a fatness between my legs, as though my parts were all swollen.  Joe sat behind me and as he stroked my skin, I could feel his penis get firm and begin to poke against me a little.  I giggled—I had felt THAT thing before, although never against my bare skin!

Joe put his hands over my breasts and I felt a skip in the bottom of my stomach.  His hands were big enough to cover each one completely it seemed.  I squirmed back against him, rubbing my soapy behind against him.  He squeezed my breasts, tugging on each nipple.  It felt so good.

I laid my head back on his shoulder and closed my eyes.  He poured a little wine on my neck and it dribbled down my back.  He began to lick the wine off my neck, then to nibble on it.  I don’t know exactly what he was doing, but it sure felt good. Sorta tickly and tingly all over.  I felt restless-I wanted more.  More of what I wasn’t sure, but I wanted something.

We clambered out of the tub-we had been in there for more than an hour and a half, and the water was getting cold and our fingers and toes were completely pruned.

Joe wrapped both of us inside one of the huge towels in the honeymoon suite.  It was the first time I felt his naked body pressed against mine.  The first time I felt his penis against my bare stomach and the curls on his chest against my nipples.  We kissed for while, and I was really getting into it when Joe pulled away and finished drying me from head to toe-so gently-like I was a baby.  He then lifted me up and placed me on the bed, and smiled down at me as he toweled himself off.

I watched him in the candlelight, and he looked scrumptious!  Big muscles, tall and summer brown, with sandy brown hair and blond highlights.  Yummm…  This was a dessert worth waiting for!

When he dried off and came towards me on the bed, my heart was beating so fast, I though I might have an asthma attack, but he kept moving real slow, not rushing me.  He leaned on his elbows and kissed me, moving down my body length, kissing me as he went.  When he got to that little spot just above my belly button and to the left, I gasped and I felt a rush of fluid between my legs.  I reached for his penis and clumsily grabbed it, trying to stroke it.  He pushed my hand away, and crooned “Slow down baby, we got all night.”

Gosh, we might have all night but I wanted him to touch me now!

He kept kissing me and licking me all over my skin, teasing me and never touching me between the legs.  I started to squirm on the bed, running my hands over his muscles too.  I was right, we would never have been able to do any heavy petting and then stop.  I wanted it all!

He sat up and looked at me for a long time.  I looked back at him, the anticipation making me breath quickly.  He began trailing his fingers up my leg, up the inside of the thigh.  Sheesh, I wanted him to touch me so bad…

His fingers just brushed my pubic hair, and I couldn’t help myself, I opened my legs, just a little bit.  I got embarrassed and closed them again.  Sheesh, I was twitching like an epileptic!

He ran his finger up the other leg, again brushing my pubic hair, but I held still this time.  He pushed his elbow between my thighs, separating them a few inches, and again stopped and stared at me.  I glared at him.  What was the hold up?

Finally, he dipped his finger ever so slightly in between my legs, I closed my eyes and sighed…  Boy was that amazing.

He began stroking me lightly up and down.  “Is that right?” he asked, “Do I need to move to the right or left?”

“I have no idea,” I muttered, “Just keep doing it and we’ll see what happens.”

I had tried to masturbate before we got married.  We had talked about how I couldn’t possibly teach him what I liked if I didn’t even know myself, but I never could seem to get very interested or get over being self-conscious about it.  So here I was, a complete novice with no idea how to stroke that tiny little part.

“Relax” Joe crooned, “We have a whole lifetime to figure out which side you like it.  Just close your eyes, and focus on the sensation and tell me if you feel any frustration or if it feels good.”

“What about you,” I asked.

“Don’t worry” he laughed, “THIS thing is pretty much point and shoot.  No instructions needed.”

I closed my eyes and tried to remember to breath, and he resumed stroking lightly up and down my vulva.  I felt a funny feeling, kind of like a burning, or a desire to pee.  I had read books that said this was a good sign, so I tried to relax and focus on that feeling.

My body was rigid with anticipation, my eyes were closed and I was focused entirely on the sensation.

Joe moved closer to me so he could lean over and kiss me, yet still reach between my legs.  He propped one of my legs over his and pushed the other one to the left, and again started that light stroking.

“No,” I said, “More to the left…”

We kissed and he licked my lips, pulling them gently into his mouth.  He tasted sweet, and his lips were so gentle, not hard and pressing like most boys are.  I loved to kiss Joe for that reason.

Joe kept up the steady stroking, not speeding up or slowing down, just a steady light stroke.  The burning was getting more intense and I was starting to squirm again.

He sat up so he could use both hands.  With one hand he stroked me and with the other he began to push at the opening underneath.  This made the burning even more intense and I could hardly stand it.  He pushed one finger inside and tried to stretch the opening for himself.  It seemed very tight though.

He pushed two fingers in me and there really wasn’t any room.  He began pushing those two fingers deep inside me, rhythmically in and out and I froze in position.  It was turning me inside out!

“Oh yes…” I breathed.

Joe kept pushing and stroking, never changing and never hurrying.

I started to whimper, I needed SOMETHING more, but I didn’t know what.

“Faster” I begged…

Joes speeded up and as he did, I fell over the edge. My body began to spasm and he quickly moved on top of me and began to push his penis into me at the same time.

My eyes opened wide, ‘it was huge,’ I thought.

But he kept pushing and I kept twitching and making little noises.  He pushed deep, deep deep, and I felt so satisfied.  I heard his toes cracking, and I realized that point and shoot was right.  That thing was fast!

He laughed, and said “Don’t worry.  That was just for starters.  Now that we’ve broken the dam, we can try all sorts tricks, and it’ll last much longer with some of the pressure off.”

“Longer?” I asked.  “That was amazing!  Perfect!  We were so in sync!”

We kissed and hugged and began a long night of mutual exploration.

Sex is one of the most intimate forms of communication we have.