Backstory: The following story is an account of a fictional couple, Charlotte and Travis, who fell in love and were married. Travis, having previously been in a sexual relationship, had experience in the bedroom, while his brand new innocent, sheltered wife wore a purity ring since her 14th birthday. Travis and Charlotte were college sweethearts, having fallen in love without realizing it. When she graduated early and left Travis behind at college, her true feelings about him surfaced. They reunited and married some two years later, after his college graduation.
This is my first published attempt at this type of storytelling, as this is not my forte. I am more of a romance writer, but my tale of Charlotte and Travis lent itself to a little more detail, hence this backstory. This is more of a romance story with a little sex, rather than a sex story with a little romance. Some of the story details are loosely based on my own "first time," as I remember it. Please leave comments and/or constructive (kind!) criticism, and thank you for reading!
*****
The party was winding down when Charlotte and Travis escaped to the resort for their wedding night. They were due to leave the next afternoon for a few days on their honeymoon, but for the night, they stayed at a bed and breakfast on the beach.
"Did I tell you how totally amazing you looked today, my love?" Travis asked her.
"A few times, yes," she said, blushing. "You looked pretty good, too."
"Just pretty good?" he pouted. She giggled and nodded, her sweet smile tugging at him.
Travis unlocked the room door with a key card, and swung it open. He picked her up and carried her across the threshold, her arms wrapped around his neck, and set her down gently on the bed.
"I couldn't wait to see you in this dress," he said as he untied his tie. "And now, I can't wait to see you out of it."
She stood and wrapped her arms around him, and pulled him close. "You will have what your heart desires," she purred, biting her lip.
They sat on the love seat together, and he kissed her tenderly. He slipped her shoes off her feet and rubbed them for her. "Ooh, they're cold," he said.
"Well, it is snowing outside," she said, "and my open-toed sandals were not snow ready." She giggled as he rubbed her feet, as they were ticklish.
He noticed the fireplace in the room, with a plush rug in front of it. The resort had supplied chilled champagne and glasses, with roses on the table. A king sized bed sat in the center against the outside wall, a good distance from the fireplace. A small love seat was placed kitty corner across from the fireplace, and a more than ample supply of wood and kindling sat in a metal box. Travis got up and put the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door and turned the lock, walked back to the fireplace, and started a fire in the hearth. Charlotte popped the bottle of champagne open, and poured two glasses, and when the fire was starting to roar, they sat on the love seat together, sipping the bubbly.
"A toast," he said, raising his glass. "To new beginnings, to new love."
"Here here," Charlotte said as their glasses clinked together. He scooted closer to her and kissed her, tenderly at first, and then more passionately as they continued. His kisses were sensuous, hungry, sexy, and she pulled away from him, breathless. "Maybe I should slip into something more... comfortable," she suggested as she got up. "Unzip me, please?" she asked, pulling her hair away from her neck. Taking the opportunity, he kissed the back of her neck as he unzipped the dress, his fingers lightly tracing her back as he did so. She let out a breathy moan as he started to peel the dress back from her skin to kiss her, but she caught his hand. "No no no!" she teased. "I'll be right back." He grunted in mock frustration as he watched her walk away.
While she was in the bathroom changing from her dress, he undressed and put on a brand new pair of white satin boxers he had bought for this occasion. He wrapped up in the soft, plush robe the inn provided and sat by the fire sipping champagne, waiting for his love.
She closed the bathroom door behind her, and slipped out of her wedding dress. Looking at her reflection, she noticed her pale complexion, and wondered how the evening would go. A part of her was very excited to be with Travis, something she had desired for a long time, and a part of her wanted to run screaming from the room, scared of the unknown. Taking a few deep breaths, she slipped into the lingerie she had bought. One last self-talk pep session, and she was ready for the man she loved.
Charlotte emerged from the bathroom dressed in a short, purple nightie with a matching g-string and a sheer, white robe over the top. She had pulled her hair up into a messy ponytail, and she had removed her heavy wedding makeup. What remained was her natural beauty, scar under her left eye and all. Travis swallowed hard when he saw her.
"I didn't think you could look any more amazing than you did when we first got here," he choked. She looked at him, all wrapped up in his robe, and smiled. "I know this is your first time, so I want to be very gentle with you tonight," he said. She felt uneasy, almost nervous, but excited at the same time. He stood and kissed her, letting his robe fall open, revealing his white boxers. His arousal was apparent, as it strained against the satin boxers, and she blushed. Every feeling, every sensation was new and exciting to her. Kissing her neck and shoulders, he gently removed her skimpy robe, and threw it on the love seat. Her skin was so incredibly soft, it had been a very long time since he'd had sex, and her innocence was unbelievably attractive to him. Caressing her neck, with a hand on either side, he kissed her passionately. She pulled him close and reached down to his boxers, feeling the soft satin under her fingers. She had never touched him like this before, and a part of her felt as though she was doing something wrong, but his reaction to her was exciting. She reached for around to his ass, and ran her hands over the smooth satin. He squirmed with her touch, and though she enjoyed stroking him, she couldn't bring herself to touch his erection just yet. With her gentle caresses, he nuzzled his face into her neck, his warm breath against her skin, his sensual kisses turning her on. "Take them off," he begged. "Take them off and look at me."
Gently, she slid her fingers under the waistband of the boxers and touched his skin. He gasped, her fingers feeling electric on his skin. And she slid them off of his hips and watched the boxers fall to the floor.
I can't believe I just did that