Beware the Zealots

by Karen Michelle

Chapter 23: The Wedding and Beyond

  

Over the last year since graduation, I had landed a job at our local hospital in the OB-GYN / Surgery area. Being a resident, I wasn't quite on my own, but this was good training for what my goals were. I'm thankful that time went by quickly. Weddings are big affairs, with all the planning, and you need a year or so to get everything lined up and arranged. However, even the most mammoth tasks start with a first step, and eventually come to a close, and today was the culmination of all our efforts.

Although I didn't write about it, Carolyn, my sister, now 30, had already gotten married, so mom and dad had been "through the wringer" once before.

Mom was an excellent planner, and she had learned from her mistakes in planning Carolyns wedding. Those things she wasn't aware of with my sisters wedding got written down and now, with my wedding, she had a much more complete checklist.

I woke up on a Saturday morning about 6 AM when my mom came in my room.

"Wake up, sleepy-head" she said, shaking my bed.

I hadn't gotten enough sleep last night, thinking about all that was going to happen today. Six o'clock didn't help anything, but I needed the time to get ready and make sure everything was packed, and then do what was left. Luckily I was the type that didn't need a lot of sleep, and could get up early, and go to bed late. That had helped me through medical school and it would serve me well today.

"Is it morning already?" I asked.

"Yes it is" she replied, "it's about ten after six, and we have a million things to do. We have a 9:00 appointment at the hair salon, and you need to get your nails redone. You need to make sure you're all packed for your honeymoom, and then we have the wedding at 4:00. Jennifer, this day will go by very quickly. You just watch."

"Mom, is there anything you can tell me about tonight that I should know? I mean, remember how you and dad talked to me about not having sex until I was married? Well I did exactly that. I've never had sex with any boys. Mike will be the first man I've been with…." I said trailing off"

"And the last one" I said after coming back to reality.

"Jennifer, honey" mom replied, "I've made love to your father many times over the years. I remember you used to think that was gross, but now you're embarking on a part of your life where that will be a natural part of your relationship with Mike. Especially in the beginning. You two will be all over each other. The one thing that has served me well, and which goes beyond just the physical aspect of sex, is to make your husband happy. Try to please him, before yourself. Find out what he likes during lovemaking, and in everything else as well. When you find something that pleases him, do it for him. If he loves you, he'll do the same thing for you. Remember, this goes for other things than just sex, but it's a good rule of thumb where the bedroom is concerned. And, don't be afraid to tell him what makes you feel good. He's not a mindreader so he can't know what you enjoy unless you tell him or signal him. Also, it might take you a few trials to really explore him and find out what gets him going. Sometimes, you'll want to initiate things, and when that's the case, you just do what you know he enjoys. And most of all, tell him you love him."

"That won't be hard mom, because I do" I said.

"I know you do, sweetheart" she continued. "Try to see things from his viewpoint and his needs. If he does the same, then you'll get your needs met too. You don't want to make this a ME, ME, ME relationship. If both people are giving, each will get what they want and need. Marriage is about giving yourself to the other person and pleasing them, before yourself. If you're selfish, he won't feel he's getting what he needs, and that can lead to big problems."

"I'll try to remember that and see how it works" I said pausing.

"Mom," I said continuing, "do you think I should take my dilators?"

"Well, honey, you heard what Dr. Williams said last month. It's been almost 10 years since your surgery, and you're down to dilating only a couple of times a week. If Mike is a healthy male, he'll want to be with you two to three times a week, which means that dilation wouldn't be necessary. However, he might be called away on business, so I'd take them. Better safe than sorry I always say. Plus, as time goes on, and I'm talking years down the road, the sex drive does trail off and you make love less frequently. So, dilation at that point might be necessary. But, Mike seems to be healthy so I'd take them as a precaution, but I doubt you'll need them very often."

I got out of bed and looked at myself in the mirror. Boy, did I need a shower and I needed to brush my hair and put some makeup on.

"Jennifer" mom said, "why don't you get dressed and ready, and your father and I will meet you downstairs. I'll fix us a bite to eat. Then we'll come back up and make sure everything is packed. That should take us at least two hours".

"That sounds good. I need a hot shower" I said going to my dresser and getting some fresh underwear.

As I stood there, I relized most of my things were gone from my room and were over at our apartment. I began to cry, whereupon mom came over to me.

"What is it, honey?" she asked.

"Gee mom, most of my things are gone. I only have what I need here before I'm going to be Mrs. Michael Parker" I said with tears.

"It's natural, honey, to feel that way. You're leaving what you've known for the last 25 years, but you watch. You'll get used to being Mike's wife. Now go take your shower, and I'll go fix breakfast for us."

I got my underwear and my robe, went to the bathroom, and turned the hot water on. It felt so good against my skin.

*****

About 45 minutes later I went downstairs to join my mom and dad, who were sitting there at the kitchen table. We were all dressed in jeans; the casual time before we had to get into our formal wear.

"Hi there, kiddo" my father said. "Well, today is your big day. You look beautiful".

"Oh dad, you always say that" I replied.

"Well, its true" he said getting up and coming over to give me a hug and kiss on the cheek. "When you were born, I never dreamed I'd have a daughter, let alone one as beautiful as you turned out to be. And it's hard to believe you're getting married today, but here it is."

"Well, I am" I replied. "And dad?" I said.

"Yes?" he answered.

"You're going to be seeing a lot of Mike, so I hope you like him" I told him.

"I've been impressed with a few things Mike has done. So if the years that follow run the same way, I think he'll be just fine" he said. "He seems to be a generous person, and one who cares about others, and about you. Plus, you two have good careers so it shouldn't take you too long to get setup. The most important thing is for you to be happy.

We ate and had a chat about different things. Dad, not being a woman, was just a bit disconnected from the chatter that mom and I were having, and finally he excused himself from the details and went in the other room to read his newspaper. I suppose it was his "calm before the storm".

After breakfast, Mom and I went back up to my room to check my suitcases. After the wedding, Mike and I were going to spend a couple of nights at a local hotel, and then after that leave for a week in Florida where we were going to take in the beach and the sun. It took awhile to go through all my things and run down the checklist my mom prepared, but eventually we saw that I had remembered everything. I saw the benefit to Mom's experience with Carolyn and having that checklist. It made it a lot easier.

"Well, I think that's about it" mom said finally. "You have your casual clothes, your little black dress for going out on the town, your swimwear, shoes, personal items, nightwear, extra purses, raincoat and umbrella, light jacket, in short everything on the list. And you won't need the winter stuff on the list since you'll be in Florida in the middle of June. You two ought to have a lot of fun. I think you're all packed. How about if we get your things in the car and go on to the salon? We'll be over there for at least a couple of hours and then we'll meet your father for lunch, and then head over to the church where the wedding and reception will be."

"Sounds good" I replied. "I'll grab this suitcase and overnight case if you'll get the other suitcase."

We looked like a couple of pack mules going down the steps to the main floor of our house. As we went through the living room to go out the front door, I hugged my dad who was reading his second newspaper.

"We'll meet you for lunch at the Salad Bowl, daddy" I said.

"Sounds good. See you at twelve" he said and watched us go out the door.

We put my things in the car. Hanging up in the car already was my wedding dress and a small bag with my accessories and shoes. I stood there and looked at it for a minute, then got in on the drivers side and started the car.

*****

The salon was starting to get busy at 9:00 when we arrived. Mom had made the appointments at that time to try to avoid waiting, but there were already some customers there. Mom had also paid Janet an extra $25 and told her what was going on. Having been through this with other customers, Janet knew the time schedule we were on, and made sure she had four of her girls set aside for us, so we moved directly to the head of the list and got immediate VIP treatment. Her shop was rather large, and she had four of her girls working on us. One to do the hair, and one to do the nails and manicures. It was so nice to be pampered; one of the pleasures that really makes being a girl nice. We were there for about two and a half hours, and finally the finishing touches were done.

"My, honey, that hairstyle looks wonderful on you" my mom said. "You look like a model. And your makeup and nails are beautiful. Smile for me".

Mom had taught me the value of a smile, as a woman, so when she asked me to do that, it was really an unconscious thing.

"I have a feeling Mike is going to be knocked out by how pretty you are today" she said.

"I hope so, mom" I replied. "I really want to look my best for him".

"Don't worry. There's only one way he wouldn't notice you, and that's if he was blind" she returned. "And I've seen him looking at you before, so I know that's not the case".

We had paid Janet in advance, so we picked up our purses and bid Janet goodbye for the present.

"Linda," Janet said to my mother, "I remember when you and Jennifer came to me that first day, when Jennifer started her transformation, and now look at her. I wouldn't miss coming to her wedding for anything. I'll be closing at 1:30 and I'll see you all over at the church at 4:00."

"Thank you, Janet" mom answered, "you've always been my best friend. We'll be looking for you there."

*****

We met my father at the Salad Bowl and, upon the recommendation of some of the Bridal magazines, had a light but filling lunch. Mom and I both had the chicken caesar salad, while dad had something a bit more substantial. As I watched my father eat, I thought about what my mother had told me about men over the past few years. Women had to watch their weight more carefully, while society allowed men to indulge themselves more. I thought for a second about how I looked. I had the perfect body, and watching my weight was a small price to pay for being a girl.

*****

With lunch over, we arrived at the church about 1:00. Some of the caterers had arrived bringing flowers and other things for the wedding, while the rest wouldn't be there until later as we had a 6:00 dinner and reception planned.

Most of the wedding party was already there. We had flown Alice, her husband, and her parents in the day before and we expected them shortly. Mike and his parents were already there, and I greeted him with a quick kiss. The photographer had already arrived and came over to us. It wasn't difficult to figure out that Mike and I were the star attraction of the day.

"Hi," he said to my father, "I'm Tom Jones, the photographer. I assume this is the bride here. Is everyone else here? Can we do pictures before the wedding? That will allow you to make a quick exit after the ceremony and you won't have to worry about taking care of me later."

"Linda," my dad said, "that sounds like a good idea. You've been doing most of the planning on this. Does that work with your plans?"

"It should" mom replied. "It will take my daughter and her party about 45 minutes to get ready once the last girl and her family arrives, and then how long do you think it will take you to shoot the pictures?"

"Probably a half hour if everyone is ready and all we have to do is pose people" he replied. "Then of course, there's the wedding, but I'll be doing a video capture on that, so that will just happen as it happens."

As this banter was going on, Alice, her husband Alan, and her parents arrived. I grreted her with a hug and brought her and her parents over to our party.

"Mom, Dad, Mike, you remember Alice Carter and her mom and dad, right?" I said, introducing them.

"Don't you mean Alice Smith?" she said, chiding me. "Boy, I'm not sure if I want you for a doctor if you can't remember small things like that".

"Of course I remember!" I said, and then I did my introduction again. "Mom, Dad, Mike, this is Alan and Alice Smith, and her parents Mr. and Mrs. Carter"

"Hi Alice," said my mother, "I'm glad you and your husband and parents could make the wedding."

"Well, Mr and Mrs. Rogers," she replied, "I wouldn't miss being in my best friends wedding for the world."

"It's nice to see you, Ruth and Jack" dad said, making sure Alice's parents were included in the introductions.

"This wedding is all Alice talked about for the last week" replied Mr. Carter. "I'm glad she and your Jennifer got along so well in college. We couldn't imagine missing this event."

So, with that exchange over, mom, dad, I, and the rest of my party went to one side of the church, while Mike and his friends went somewhere else to get dressed.

"John" my mom said to my dad, "I need to stay here with Jennifer and help her get ready. Here's the list of things that are going on with the caterer. Can you go to the reception area and see how they're doing? I've included phone numbers of the caterers in case someone hasn't showed up yet. You probably won't see all of them since the caterers for the dinner won't be here until later, but if you could make a note of who is here, that would help a lot."

"Sure, I can do that, after I change into my tux" he said.

Dad got busy changing and within twenty minutes, he popped back into where we were getting ready and told my mother he was leaving. As he walked off, I thought about how fast men can change from one event to another, while women on the other hand require just a bit more time to be presentable. Oh well, it was a small price to pay. I liked it better the way it was.

Eventually, everyone was ready and the photographer shot our pictures. Although Alice wasn't my maid of honor, I made sure she was by my side as the photographs were taken. Alice on one side of me, and my sister Carolyn on the other side, with Kathy and Rhonda on either end. The bridesmaids dresses were a soft blue and off the shoulder. The men had on black tuxedos with a soft blue cumberbund and blue dyed flowers in their lapels to match. It was a perfect color coordinated assembly, and the pictures turned out wonderfully when we got them later.

*****

Eventually, 4:00 came. As I looked out of the doors that led down the aisle of the church, I could see that everyone had arrived. Mike and his wedding party were standing down at the altar. We had selected classical music for the pre-ceremony music and Jesu, Joy of Mans Desiring was playing. As I stood there, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"Jennifer, honey, it's about ten minutes before time to begin. You ready?" my mother asked.

"I think so, mom. But I'm nervous" I answered.

"So was I" she replied. "I can still remember having the jitters as my father walked me down the aisle. But don't worry. You're so beautiful in that dress. You'll do fine."

"Mom" I said.

"Yes, sweetheart?" she replied.

"Can you get dad over here for a second?" I asked.

"Sure" she said, and with that dad came over to where we were standing.

"Mom, Dad," I said, "I just can't believe I'm here today. You two have been so good to me, and I love you both. Mom, I remember that wedding we went to after I told you about me, and I remember how much I wanted to be the bride. Since then, you've helped me so much. And look at me now. Today I am her. Daddy, I love you for helping me become who I needed to be. None of this would have been possible if both of you hadn't loved me and helped me like you did. Thank you for everything, and think you for making this day possible."

"Jennifer, honey," my dad replied, "it was our job as parents to help you be a happy well adjusted person, and if you're happy with who and where you are now, then I guess we've done our job."

"Oh Daddy" I said hugging him, "I am happy, more happy than words can describe. I just can't imagine having any other parents than you and mom."

We hugged for a minute, then my mother broke in.

"Looks like it's time. Honey, you and your father go to the back of the line. The ushers are wanting to seat the parents."

Dad and I took our places behind the bridesmaids.

"You ready to be walked down the aisle by a sentimental father?" he asked.

"Dad, I wouldn't have it any other way" I said.

And then all of a sudden the doors to the church opened and my mother was escorted down the aisle to the front, followed by Mike's mom and dad. It had begun. I listened to the organ playing as I saw each of my bridesmaids going down the aisle, each carrying a bouquet of flowers that matched my dress.

I was in a haze as I watched everything going on before me. Finally, I heard the shrill notes of the organ that broke the anticipation, and I heard my dad's voice.

"Take my arm, sweetheart, here we go" I heard him say.

I slipped my arm in his and we started down the aisle as I heard the familiar music that every bride knows being played. Everyone was standing and looking at me. The flashes to the cameras were now going off in full force, everyone trying to capture the moment. I saw the photographer with his video camera doing his job also. As we walked, my mind went back to that wedding so long ago and I remembered how beautiful I thought the bride was as she walked down the aisle. Now I was her. This was my day. Everything I had dreamed of was coming true.

The walk down the aisle is made up of take a step, then wait, take a step, and wait. Now that I was the center of attention, I realized the reason for this method. It allowed the bride to maximize her special time, for all to see her. Eventually my trip was over and I was at the altar with my dad, with Mike standing beside me.

"Who gives this woman to this man?" I heard the minister say.

"Her mother and I" was my dad's reply, which we had practiced the night before at the rehearsal.

And with that, my dad sat down next to my mother, and I took Mike's hand.

The ceremony was a lot shorter than I remember. I suppose that was because I was the participant instead of the onlooker. WE took our vows together, and then exchanged rings. I so enjoyed putting the wedding band on my husband's finger and making him mine forever. Then, I felt him do the same with me when he placed my wedding band on my finger next to the engagement ring. It was so beautiful. I was pledged to him, and he to me.

Finally, those familiar words were asked of us.

"Do you, Michael David Parker, take this woman, Jennifer Allison Rogers to be your lawfully wedded wife, to honor and keep her, through the good and the bad, in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live, till death do you part?" said the minister.

"I do" I heard Michael say as he looked tenderly into my eyes.

"Do you, Jennifer Allison Rogers, take this man, Michael David Parker, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to honor and keep him, through the good and the bad, in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live, till death do you part?" asked the minister again.

"I do" I said.

"Then by the powers vested in me by our state and by the church, I now pronounce you man and wife. Michael, you may kiss your bride."

And with that, he lifted my veil which had been so carefully placed over my face. It was the last barrier to be crossed before I became Mrs. Michael Parker. As he lifted it and put it over my head, he leaned in to me and kissed me. I closed my eyes and felt his lips touch mine, and then heard the camera flashes going once again. The sensation was fabulous, like no other kiss I had ever felt before. Then, it was over, and I heard the minister speak his final words.

"Ladies and gentleman, I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Michael Parker".

And with that, the familiar recessional was played and we walked down the aisle hand in hand, husband and wife.

After the wedding, there were a few more photos to take of the receiving line, and then it was on to the reception. Mom and Dad had planned a sit-down dinner, including all the traditional things, including throwing the bouquet, and my garter. Everyone came by and congratulated us. It was a beautiful event. Towards the end of the evening, around 8:30, I was getting very tired, and my mom suggested that we tell everyone thank you and go on to our hotel room. I didn't have to think twice about it. We left, got my bags and packed them in Mike's car, and took off for the hotel.

*****

The wedding night is supposed to be a night when a husband and wife consummate their relationship, but both of us were very tired.

"Jennifer, how about if we have some champagne tonight, get some sleep, have fun tomorrow, and have each other to look forward to tomorrow?" Mike asked.

"That sounds good, sweetheart" I replied. "I'm so tired. You don't mind do you? This is supposed to be your night too, you know?"

"I know, but it looks like you're pretty tired" he returned. "I want us both to enjoy each other when we make love for the first time, and I sure wouldn't want you falling asleep in the middle of things. Besides, things will keep."

As he said this, he kissed and embraced me. I returned his lead. At the same time, I felt him take my hand and move it down to his pants and onto his penis. It was large and hard. I could tell he wanted me.

"You want me, don't you?" I asked.

"Yes I do" he said.

"Sweetheart," he said continuing. "I've never had a woman before. I wanted to save myself for my wife, and now we're married. You are my wife, and you will be the only conquest I will ever have. When we make love, this is yours, all yours, and nobody else in the world will ever have it. I've waited for 26 years for this. I think I can wait one more day."

"Oh Michael, that's so beautiful. I want you too. I wish I wasn't so tired." I said.

He removed my hand from his maleness and clasped it in his hand.

"Michael?" I asked him. I had always called him Mike before.

"You don't mind if I call you Michael do you? It's your name after all, and the sound of it is so sensual, so beautiful" I told him.

"Well" he said thinking about my question.

"I suppose not," he said continuing "it's just that I've always gone by Mike. But when you say it, it sounds nice. For you, I'll make an exception."

"Tomorrow, then?" I asked him.

"Yes, tomorrow" he replied.

We stopped our foreplay and sat down on the sofa in the hotel room and had some champagne, courtesy of the hotel (and paying the right price). Then I went into the bathroom, got undressed, and came out in my nightgown and panties. My nightgown was very sheer, and it buttoned down the front for easy access. He was in his boxers and was trim and fit.

"Oh my God, Jennifer, you are more beautiful than I could have ever imagined" he said coming over to me and looking at my body.

You could see my breasts through the sheer material, and he was looking directly at them. Well, that was the general idea behind wearing what I had on. It was at that point that I learned that even with the best of intentions, a mans' hormones and a woman's body is a hard combination to resist for a man.

"Like what you see?" I said as I put my arms around his neck.

"Yes, very much" he said, and then proceeded to kiss me.

As we stood there kissing, I felt his hands running down the curves of my body. It was obvious that he liked what he was feeling. He then unbuttoned my top and pulled each side apart exposing my breasts, and then began to fondle and kiss one of them. As he held my breast in his hand, I felt him kiss the nipple. Sparks of excitement ran through my body. I let him do this for a few minutes, then I gently pulled his head away and looked at him in his eyes.

"I thought we were going to wait until tomorrow" I said to him.

"Yes, of course" he replied, "it's just that you're so beautiful and it's so hard to not do anything."

"Don't worry," I said, "we'll each get what we want tomorrow" as I kissed him and put my hand around his penis and stroked it gently, knowing now that this was something I could do and something he wanted me to do.

"I can do this tomorrow, right?" I asked him.

"Yes," he said closing and opening his eyes, "that feels good."

"Let's go to sleep" I said after a minute of this. "We'll have something to look forward to."

We got in the bed together and laid next to each other on our sides. He put his arm around my waist. I felt his hand move under my top and he cupped one of my breasts in his hand.

"I love you" he said.

"I love you too" I replied.

That was the last thing we both remembered, as the gentle waves of sleep overcame both of us.

Vacations and honeymoons are nice, because they let you ignore the responsibilities of your world for a short time, and do things you don't ordinarily get to do. While working, each of us had to get up earlier than we wanted to, but this next morning, the alarm was off and we didn't wake up until around 9 am.

"Good morning, Mrs. Parker" he said to me.

"Hi, I said" rolling over and facing him, and wiping the sleep from my eyes.

"Did you get enough sleep last night?" he asked me

"I feel much better I said" as I put my arms around him and kissed him good morning.

"Say," he said, "we could skip breakfast and just stay in here all morning. What do you think about that idea?"

"That sounds nice" I said as I kissed him again.

He didn't have to be prompted twice and put his arms around me and began to kiss me. Unfortunately, we learned something about hotel operations that morning, as we heard a knock on the door. It was the hotel maid service wanting to do their daily room cleaning. We didn't want to be interrupted once things got going, so we decided to once again put things on hold, and told the maid to come back in an hour so we could get ready and go do some things for the day.

"Hey," I said to him, "what do you say we go to the pool for a little while, maybe do a little shopping, and then have lunch. I hear they have a nice shopping mall in this complex. After that, we can see what happens".

"Ok" he replied. "That will give the maid time to do her job and then we can come back later, and well…",

"See what happens?" I said, completing his phrase, and giving him a very suggestive look.

"Exactly" he said, finishing the sentence.

We got up and both got a shower, then changed into our swimsuits. I had packed a bikini and a one piece, and decided to wear the one piece so as not to encourage him too much. After getting dressed, we went down to the hotel pool which was outside. The sun was already up and we laid out for awhile, trying to enjoy the warm sun.

We stayed at the pool for a couple of hours, swimming, sunning, and enjoying each others company, then we went back to our room and changed so we could go see what else was going on in the hotel complex. While we were out, we saw there was a theatre nearby and made a reservation for the play that was being performed there that evening.

The day went by so fast, and the play that evening was very entertaining, but I knew what Michael was thinking about. I had bought another little black dress and I wore it that night so that he could show me off. He had made enough subtle advances that I knew that tonight I didn't want to deny him any longer. Plus, I wanted to have him also.

We returned to the hotel room after the play about 8:30, and this time we didn't' have to worry about the maid. There was another bottle of champagne in an ice bucket, and Michael proceeded to open it to set the mood of the evening.

"Tonight?" he asked, handing me a glass of the bubbly liquid.

"Yes," I replied, taking the glass, "tonight".

We sat there enjoying the champagne for awhile, talking about the day for a few minutes, but eventually, we put the glasses down and began to embrace and kiss. Now, tonight, no maids were going to be knocking at our door; nothing was going to interrupt us; and we weren't tired.

"How about if I get up and change into something more comfortable?" I asked.

"OK" he replied, and let me get up off the sofa.

As I got up, I gave him a longing glance, and then went into the bathroom to prepare for what I knew was coming. I changed into the nightgown I had worn the other night, and then put some perfume on that I knew that he liked. I then brushed my hair a little and looked in the mirror. Satisfied with my appearance, I came out of the bathroom. He was sitting there waiting for me.

"I love you" he said looking at me, holding out his hand.

"And I love you too" I said as I took his hand and sat down beside him, and put my arms around him, waiting for his advance. .

"Tonight we can do whatever we want and nobody is going to do anything to interrupt us" I said.

I didn't have to say anything else. He began to kiss me.

"Oh Jennifer, you smell so good, and you're so beautiful" he said as our lips parted.

"You like my perfume?" I asked.

"Oh you know I do" he answered as he went back to kissing me.

As he was kissing me, I felt him unbuttoning the front of my nightgown. Tonight I made no protests, letting him have his way. He continued kissing me, and then all of a sudden I felt him take one of my breasts in his hand, gently squeezing it, and then with his fingertips rubbing the areola and my nipple. Being kissed and having him do that at the same time felt so good. I felt so vulnerable. Yet, he was my husband; I wanted him to do what he was doing, and more. He then began to move down my body and started kissing my other breast. The position seemed uncomfortable and I stopped him.

"That's a little uncomfortable. Let's move to the bed" I said.

"Sounds good to me" he said.

With that, he got up, positioned his body, and then he picked me up. He was not built like Mr. America, but he was obviously strong. He held all 120 pounds of me in midair, and kissed me, and then took me over to the bed where he laid me down and then got on the bed and joined me.

"This better?" he asked.

"Yes" I said.

He went back to what he had been doing. It felt so good. As he was kissing my breast, I felt him biting the nipple ever so gently. I didn't realize my nipples were so sensitive, but I was glad to be finding out with him. As he did that, I was letting out subtle grunts of enjoyment.

"You like that, don't you?" he asked, looking up at me.

"Yes" I said with my eyes closed. "Don't stop".

"Oh Jennifer," he said, "your breasts are so beautiful, so perfect, and they're all mine. No other man will ever have them but me."

I didn't say anything, but I thought to myself, "no my love, you are the only man that will ever get to do this to me".

He continued doing that and then eventually moved down my body and started kissing my hips and butt, and at the same time rubbing the front of my panties. It felt good. I wanted him to do more. The doctor had done a marvelous job because all the nerves had remained intact. My body responded as any girl would and I began to move rhythmically as he rubbed me down there. I stopped him after a few minutes of that. He had undressed me, taken my top off, and had gotten me going. Now it was my turn to give him some pleasure.

"Hey" I said, bringing him back up to where I was, "don't I get to have some fun too?"

"Sure" he said with a grin on his face.

I went back to kissing him. He put his arms around me as we lay in the bed. I then worked my hands free and proceeded to unbutton his shirt. His chest was relatively hairless, something which I liked. I began rubbing his chest and manipulate his nipple. I could tell I wasn't getting the same response out of him that he got out of me when he did that to me, but then, his chest wasn't the same as mine, and probably wasn't as sensitive either.

With his shirt off, I moved my hands down to his pants. I could feel the buldge through his pants. It was so big and hard. I rubbed it through his pants. The thought briefly went through my mind "I'm so glad you have this and I don't". Having him like this was nice, but it wasn't good enough for me. I tried to unbutton his pants, but not having a lot of experience I was having some difficulty. He stopped me, and then helped me and went back to kissing me, offering no resistance..

"Please keep going" he said to me.

"I will, my love" I replied, whereupon I unzipped his pants and helped him take them off.

I began to feel him through his shorts but it was obvious he wanted more. I felt him take my hand and he moved my fingers to the waistband of his shorts and began to place my hand inside of them. I understood the request and I continued, feeling his massive member. It was warm, big, and I could feel wetness at the tip. I moved between encircling it with my hand and stroking it up and down, and moving to his scrotal sack and feeling the testicles beneath the skin. But that wasn't good enough; I wanted to see him naked and not be restricted by his shorts and so I helped him take them off. He then spread his legs apart and offered no resistance. He was totally vulnerable before me and kept on kissing me, letting me do whatever I wanted. As I continued, he stopped kissing me and laid back on the bed, obviously enjoying what I was doing.

"Oh God," he said, in short breaths, "it feels so good with you there. I don't ever want anybody else doing that but you."

"They won't," I said.

After a few minutes of that, he stopped me, and told me he wanted to return the favor. As he continued to kiss me, he took my panties off and began to rub my clitoris and vagina with his fingers. At first he would rub the lips of the vagina, and then almost put his finger inside, and then stop. He repeated this a few times.

"You're teasing me, aren't you" I said, mildly protesting, yet liking the sensation that I was feeling.

"Yes.. but I just want you to want me" he said.

"Oh I do want you. Please keep going" I replied.

As he continued, the sensation made me squeeze my legs together, but he gently separated them. Then he gently lifted my legs and spread them apart, and returned to touching me. There I was, completely naked with him, and he had his hands on my most private parts. Now it was my turn to be completely vulnerable to him, but it didn't bother me at all. I wanted him there, and enjoyed every moment. Finally, the moment came we had both been waiting for. We had sufficiently excited each other and now it was time to consummate everything.

"Jennifer, sweetheart," he said, as he got on all fours on top of me. "I love you so much. I want you to know I've never had a woman before. You're the first and the last I'll ever have. My parents told me to save myself for my wedding night, and I did. I'm so glad I did. You're smart, intelligent, and we like to do some of the same things already, and I love you for all that. And now, you're wearing my ring, forever. Plus, you're the most beautiful woman in the whole world. I got a smart girl, and a beautiful one too. I'm simply the luckiest guy in the world. I'll never want anybody else as long as I live."

There it was. He was completely naked with me, and he had just professed his ultimate love for me. I recalled the words my parents had told me before I went away to college. Everything they had told me was true. I felt so wonderful being married to Michael, and I was ready for him to have me.

"Oh Michael" I said, "I feel exactly the same way. My parents told me to wait until I got married, and that was one thing I listened to them about.

They told me I would be glad I did, and they were right. You are my husband, and the only man I'll ever love. I've never been with anybody else, and I never want to be. Now, I want you to make love to me and be a part of my body. Michael, please be inside of me and make me your wife completely."

"I will" he said as he kissed me, and gently thrust his penis inside me.

The sensation was indescribable. I had waited so long for this, and now here it was, with the man I loved. His manhood was inside me and filling every inch of me. I could feel him there, and I began to squeeze him, hoping to bring him some additional pleasure. Although he hadn't been with another woman, he knew what to do, and was going in and out slowly, breathing in a controlled manner. After some time, the sensation inside of me was at its peak.

"Oh, it feels so good. Now…. Darling….. now!!!".

I felt him speed up, and then all of a sudden, the dam burst within me. It was a sensation that covered my whole body and I began to spasm and come. Then I felt him pulse inside of me and he came. We were complete. It was more wonderful than words could describe. His arms were locked supporting his body above me. I pulled him on top of me and kissed him.

"Oh Michael, I love you. Thank you for making me your wife."

"Jennifer, that could have never been possible if you hadn't said yes when I asked you to marry me" he replied. "But you did. I'm so glad you did. Now we can be with each other for ever and ever."

"How could I say no? You were so understanding about everything in my past. You loved me, you looked beyond everything. Oh Michael," I said tears starting to come to my eyes, "how could I not love you? How could I have possibly said no?"

"Shhhhh," he said. "Sweetheart, that's all in the past. We don't ever need to worry about that, unless some time you want to talk about it. You're my wife, and you're a woman. That's all I know. And I know that I love you. Nothing else matters, and nothing will ever change that. I just want you to be with me for the rest of my life and make me complete. That's all that matters. That we're happy as the years go by."

"Oh, Michael, I do love you, and we will be."

I hugged him as hard as I could. He was inside of me, and I was his, and I was glad of it. I would never be anybody else's as long as I lived.

It's amazing how much energy you expel during lovemaking, because afterwards we were both breathing heavy, and we were tired. I looked at the clock and it said 10:30. Two hours had gone by, and they had been the most wonderful two hours I had ever experienced. Exhausted, we lay in each others arms and fell asleep.

The next morning we woke. I was still in his arms and I watched him breathing lightly.

"Michael, honey, we need to get up. We have to check out today" I said, shaking him.

"Get up?" he said trying to pull me back down with him. "Can't I just stay in the bed here with you?"

"Michael, we have to check out in a couple of hours." I replied.

"OK" he said, "but you're a party pooper".

"Sweetheart, we have a plane to catch you know and a week in Florida. You'll have plenty of more opportunities to have fun" I said, giving him a very suggestive look.

"Well, I can't wait" he said, and then he kissed me.

And so we got up, showered, got our things together, and checked out of the hotel. We caught our plane to Florida and began the most fun week I think I have ever had. I got a chance to show off that new white bikini I brought, and swim in the ocean. Michael told me more than a few times how beautiful he thought I was. I knew I had the looks, but it meant that much more because he thought so. Of course we made love while we were there, each time just as spectacular as the first night.

Eventually all good things come to an end and we had to return home. When we returned, we went and saw my parents. Mom told me I had that warm glow only a bride has after her wedding. I told her I was the happiest girl on the planet, and she told me that anybody could see it.

*****

"John" Mrs. Rogers said to her husband.

"Yes Linda?" he said, looking up from his paper.

"Our second daughter has now entered a new phase of her life. She seems to be very happy" Linda said.

"I remember when we first got married" John replied "I can imagine what they're doing".

"Oh John, that's natural for kids their age to be doing. They're just finding out about each other" Linda replied.

"I just hope Jennifer is happy" Linda said, continuing.

"They seem to like doing some of the same things, and in the long run, that will be to their benefit. For right now, well you saw "the glow" on Jennifers face as you put it. I think she's happy" John replied.

"Yes, I think so too" Linda answered.

"Hey," John said, "we have the house to ourselves now. How about let's having some fun too?..."

"Well," Linda answered, "if you ask nice, maybe …… "

There's no need to go into details here. John and Linda went upstairs to do what every happily married couple does. But as they went upstairs to enjoy their own bliss, they thought fondly of their daughter and the life she had just embarked upon.

  

  

  

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