(M/F, cons, Romance, first time)
WARNING: This is an adult story, containing sensitive material of a sexual nature, including graphic descriptions of consensual "vanilla" sex within marriage. If you find such material offensive or are underage, do not read further, but please bypass this story for one more suitable for you.
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Chapter 1 – The wedding
"You may kiss the bride!"
Jerome gently lifted the veil revealing a breathtaking smile. He took hold of her face in his hands, hesitantly moved his lips to hers. Their lips met in a gentle kiss that probably lasted 15 – 30 seconds, but it seemed to go on forever. Jerome heard the ripple of applause that spread throughout the watching congregation.
It was their first kiss. Early in their relationship, they had agreed not to participate in any activity that might lead them into improper behavior. And they had agreed that kissing fell into that category.
The kiss ended and their eyes met again. Hunger raged through Jerome. He pulled her into another kiss, generating more applause from the onlookers. Angela's arms encircled him, pulling him closer to her. The applause had concluded as the kiss ended and he looked into his wife's adoring eyes. It was too much! He kissed her again, pulling her to him.
Good-natured amusement drew an approving chuckle from the congregation as Jerome pulled Angela into their third kiss. Jerome wanted to ignore the congregation completely and to devour his bride. As their lips separated, he began to pull her back to him again, but she leaned away from him fractionally and whispered, "That's enough, Jerome!"
Fear, embarrassment and impatience all flooded through Jerome at the same time. Embarrassment that he had acted 'inappropriately' before the church members, fear that he might have embarrassed Angela, and impatience that he had to pull away from this woman that he loved so much. Still, she had asked him to stop, and her request, more than anything else, induced him to withdraw. The two of them turned to the clergyman, who quickly concluded the ceremony, prayed over them and presented them to the congregation as husband and wife.
Angela and Jerome worked their way through the throng of well-wishers moving to the pavilion where the wedding luncheon had been prepared. The bride and groom sat at a small table in front of everyone else. They probably enjoyed the meal, although, later on, neither of them remembered much of that afternoon. The afternoon seemed to take place in a haze. They were there, but couldn't really enjoy it. After the meal, there were the pictures, the cake, and the mandatory socializing with everyone. Throughout all of this, Jerome felt the presence of his beloved beside him. He could do nothing more than hold her hand, or put his arm around her, or maybe give her an occasional kiss.
Finally the two lovers were in their car on their way.
Angela placed her bridal veil in her lap, and took the pins out of her hair, letting it fall loosely over her shoulders. It was an enormous relief to be away from the crowd of well wishers. It was just the two of them together. Jerome allowed himself the sense of satisfaction that came from being away from
THEM!
But suddenly, a new tension hit him a hundred times harder than anything he had experienced yet today. They were on their way to the 'honeymoon' cabin that had been lent to them for six nights.
Terror washed over Jerome. They were both virgins. Jerome suspected that Angela had never been kissed by a man before. For that matter, he hadn't kissed many girls before either. And when he had, it had been more a display of his manhood than an expression of love.
It had been difficult for Jerome not to kiss his fiancée during their engagement. But now that they were married, he felt they had made a wise choice. Both were somber as they drew up to the isolated cabin deep in the woods. They parked and Jerome gathered their overnight cases and carried them to the entrance of the cabin. The door was unlocked as promised.
Unsure of what to do now, Jerome dropped the bags and swept his bride into her arms to carry her over the threshold. Angela laughed as he picked her up, and she threw her arms around his neck holding him close . . . was it so she wouldn't fall . . . or was it because she wanted to have her arms around her husband?
In the foyer, Jerome gently placed Angela on her feet again. She kept her arms around his neck and gazed into his eyes with love and devotion. Jerome was certain that Angela was as much in love with him as he was with her. He kissed her. He didn't know how long the kiss lasted. He didn't care! At last he was alone with his wife ---
HIS WIFE
--- and she was alone with him!
The kiss came to an end and Angela glanced at the door. Jerome followed her eyes and realized that the door was standing wide open and the bags were still outside. Slightly flustered, Jerome excused himself to bring the bags into the cabin and lock the door behind him. He was thankful for the diversion. He really didn't know what to do next or how to proceed now that they were married and –
it
was permitted.
As Jerome set the bags against the wall, Angela moved to the sofa in the living room, and carefully set her wedding veil on the coffee table. She was still wearing her wedding dress: a white linen gown with a modest neckline (of course nothing else would be expected), three-quarter length sleeves, bodice composed of horizontal folds around her torso and a floor length flowing skirt. She was radiant in white! Like every bride on her wedding day, at least for today, she was probably one of the most beautiful women in the world.
Jerome approached her again and she turned to him slipping her arms around his waist and looking up into his eyes. She was about 5' 3" and he was 6'1", and she took great pleasure having this giant as her protector.
"I love you!" Jerome whispered, and Angela responded with the same words and she tucked her cheek against his neck. He rested his chin on top of her head as he had so many times before. The herbal scent of her hair was intoxicating.
Jerome was unable to put his uneasiness into words, but if he could, he would have realized that both he and Angela were virgins, totally ignorant of sex other than reading a few books, the mandatory but useless sex education course in high school which only taught them to use a condom, a brief visit with a doctor and a conversation with Elder Johnson at church. Now they were married, they had spoken the magic words, 'I do!' and suddenly the entire word of sex was opened for their indulgence. But neither knew what to do, when to do it, or how.
Mr. Johnson had given Jerome an assignment: During the next year Jerome was to tell his wife every day, at least once a day, that he loved her. Jerome considered it a silly assignment, since it was so easy to tell his bride he loved her. But he had determined to follow Mr. Johnson's advice.
Simultaneously they sank side by side on the sofa. Jerome sensed some apprehension in his bride, and he paused to ask her what was wrong.
Angela sighed and turned so she could lean against his chest. She was comfortable being enfolded in his arms.
"I'm afraid. . . ." Angela confessed. "I was thinking about what Mrs. Johnson told us a couple of months ago. She said that every girl lives her life anticipating her wedding. But she also said that there is life AFTER the wedding, too." Angela rubbed her cheek against Jerome's enfolding arm.
"She was right," Angela continued. "For the past several weeks, every thought has been directed toward the wedding. Now the wedding is over. And it's time to move on to life AFTER the wedding."
Angela had two other concerns that she was much too afraid to mention to Jerome. She was deathly afraid of the next few hours. Of course she had the normal fear of losing her virginity which every woman has as she approaches her 'moment of truth'. But secondly, she was acutely aware of her small breasts and narrow hips. She had been late developing. In eight grade boys had referred to her as "little miss no-bod." They hadn't said it to her face, but she had heard it whispered. At that time, she angrily thought her development would start soon and when it did, 'she would show them'! But she never did develop, at least not much. Her bosom had remained small, her hips narrow. And she had always been shy. She never dated much, and when she did, her shyness interfered with her relationships. Finally she came to the conclusion that no man would ever be able to love her because she was too shy and her breasts and hips were too small. She believed that her small breasts would never be able to satisfy any man.
Then she had met Jerome. And she had fallen in love. And he had fallen in love.
Rather than interfering with her relationship with Jerome, Angela's shyness seemed to charm him. And she became madly in love with his handsome, rugged personality. Of course, to Jerome, Angela had no reason to be shy. She was a beautiful, attractive, vibrant young woman whom he deeply loved.
It was not until after she had accepted his proposal of marriage and they had told their families that Angela's concern that she might not be able to satisfy him returned. Angela was afraid to talk to anyone about it, even Mrs. Johnson at church.
She had made a date with Jerome to go swimming at a public 'hot springs' pool, ostensibly because she enjoyed swimming, but in reality so that Jerome could see her in a bathing suit. But when she went into the dressing room, she couldn't bring herself to put on the bikini she had purchased specifically for the occasion, so she wore her one-piece suit, after carefully removing the padding that had come with the suit.
When she returned to the pool area, she saw Jerome's eyes scan her as he approached her. Then he took her hand and they spent an hour swimming and frolicking in the pool. Jerome had seen her in a swimsuit, but nothing else seemed to have changed. Was it possible he simply hadn't looked, or hadn't noticed?
Angela went to the diving board. As she prepared to dive, she looked at Jerome sitting on the side of the pool. He had watched her intently as she climbed to the board and moved into place. She saw him continue to examine her as she prepared to dive.
Then she noticed the bulge in his trunks. Immediately embarrassed, she made her dive, and shortly after that, had told Jerome she was tired of swimming.
