Honeymoon Night

"Don't be so nervous," Betty Jean told her new husband. "It's just me."

"Just you..." Bobby Ray laughed incredulously. "But you're beautiful, Betty Jean! That's why I'm so nervous!"

"Oh, Bobby Ray." Betty Jean sighed, feeling slightly impatient. "Men and women have been doing this together since Adam and Eve."

"But I've never even undressed in front of a woman before," Bobby Ray stammered.

"Well, there's no time like the present to start." Betty Jean tugged his shirt out of his pants and began to unbutton it. He was perfectly all right with that. After his shirt was off, Betty Jean asked him to unzip her dress. He was all right with that as well, but when the dress fell away and she stood before him in her corset, he gasped audibly. Betty Jean smiled and gently led his fingers to the ties. He fumbled awkwardly with them until they were at last untied and his wife stood before him wearing nothing but her panties.

Bobby Ray's eyes bugged out as he stared at Betty Jean's bare breasts.

"Go ahead. Touch them," she encouraged him. He ran his fingers lightly over her smooth skin and watched her nipples become erect. At the same time, he felt his pants becoming uncomfortably tight.

Betty Jean began to moan and, encouraged, Bobby Ray's caresses became bolder.

"Suck on them," Betty Jean ordered. Bobby Ray took one delicate pink nipple into his mouth and suckled it, using the fingers of his other hand to stimulate the other nipple. Betty Jean's moaning increased as she began to stroke his hair.

After awhile, Bobby Ray felt Betty Jean's hands wandering toward his waist. Deftly she unfastened his pants and pulled them down, then did the same with his underwear. The feeling of release combined with the cool air hitting his sensitive skin assured that he was immediately rock hard. Betty Jean moaned appreciatively and began to stroke him, and he moaned involuntarily at the almost indescribable pleasure.

Betty Jean sat on the side of the bed and quickly shed her panties, which were soaked with her juices.

"Touch me," she encouraged, taking Bobby Ray's hand and gently guiding it to her center. With his heart pounding so rapidly he could hear it, Bobby Ray fondled the velvety soft skin between Betty Jean's legs, inhaling the musky odor that rose up from her. The sensation excited and thrilled him almost to the point of climax. Betty Jean lay back and positioned Bobby Ray so that he could enter her, then guided him toward her opening.

"I don't want to hurt you, Betty Jean," he said.

"It's all right. Everyone says it hurts a little bit the first time," Betty Jean said bravely.

Suddenly he had the overpowering urge to plunge into her. He did, and she whimpered slightly. Still driven by the same urge, he thrust into her over and over again. He was finished in almost no time.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, embarrassed almost beyond measure. "It's supposed to last longer than that, isn't it?"

"I should certainly hope so," Betty Jean said crossly.

"We can try again in a little bit, if you like," he said.

"Never mind." She turned away from him and pretended to sleep.

"You ain't mad, are you?" he asked. She didn't respond. Discouraged, he gathered his clothing up and began to put them back on. He didn't notice that she wasn't really asleep until he heard her voice.

"Uh uh, no you don't." Her hand touched his. They both looked at his rock hard erection.

She grinned and lay back so he could enter her again.

Their next attempt at lovemaking went much more smoothly, and by the end of the voyage, they were both genuinely enjoying and looking forward to their lovemaking sessions.