A Wedding Night to Remember

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!

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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

, she thought. She admired him as he stood there, muscular, slender, incredibly sexy. His cock, surrounded by a fluff of curly black hair, seemed huge to her, although not quite fully hard. She swallowed hard as she beheld him. He watched her face as she gazed upon him, and felt his manhood stiffen.

"Do you like what you see, honey?" he asked, and she bit her lip, nodding. Gently, he caressed her cheek, and she nuzzled her face into his hand. "Don't stop touching me, baby," he encouraged her. She ran her fingers down his back, touching his soft skin, feeling the firm muscles in his ass, and she caressed him, almost embarrassed. He pulled her close, his erection pressing into her, and she gasped as she felt it against her. "It's okay, honey," he said, "I know you're not ready yet." He sensed her trepidation, but he didn't back away from her. The closer he got to her, the more his cock reacted to her. "Touch me more, honey," he said. "I love it when you squeeze my ass, baby." He kissed her neck and shoulders as she reached to touch him again, and each time she did, she felt him get harder, and poked into her more. "Touch me everywhere, baby," he said, aching for her. She got flustered and hung her head, pulling him close to cry on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry Travis, I'm not good at this." Her tears were hot and she was embarrassed.

"Shh, you're okay, my love. You're doing great." Caressing her neck again, he kissed her tenderly, hoping to stoke the desire he knew she had for him. "Just let me touch you. Baby, I want to see you." He picked her up and set her on the bed, ever so gently. She was so sexy, and the way she admired him turned him on so much, he wanted to just take her right then and there, but he knew he couldn't. Not yet.

He got on all fours and kissed her, his tongue darting in and out of her mouth as she gasped for breath. Straddling her hips, he began to explore her body, and carefully, he remembered what seemed to set her off. Gently, he kissed and caressed her breasts, and she sighed deeply, her arousal apparent. He noticed her nightie separated down the front, the only thing holding it together was a purple satin bow tied just below her bosom. He grabbed the end of the bow with his teeth and as he untied it, the fabric slid to reveal two beautifully rounded breasts. With his tongue, he licked and teased them, and her breathy whimpers drove him crazy. Gently, he continued to kiss and explore her body, wanting to learn her, and wanting to excite her. His hands continued to caress her breasts as he suckled on them every so slightly, and kissed them. He had imagined what doing this with her would feel like for many years, and he couldn't believe he was actually doing it.

He moved further down her belly, leaving sloppy, wet and sensual kisses on her flat, slender belly and her beautiful, sexy abs. Playfully, he darted his tongue into her belly button, and she squirmed, moaning as he kissed her, his goatee tickling her skin as he did. Goosebumps rose on her skin as the sensation was beginning to awaken her desire. His hands tickled her as he touched, and she giggled, and then panted. Breathing heavily, she whimpered when he ran his fingers under the g-string she wore. He kissed her thighs and around her pelvis, over the g-string, as he breathed in her scent. "Oh Travis," she moaned. "If I had known, all this time I was missing all of this..."

"I still wouldn't have let you give this night up so easily." He smiled at her, loving the look on her face as he kissed her. "You are giving me the most incredible gift." He gazed at her, needing her assurance before he unwrapped the last part of his wedding present. "Are you alright, my sweet Charlotte?" She nodded, biting her lip in anticipation. Carefully, he tugged on the g-string she wore, and it came untied easily. Instinctively, she lifted up her hips so he could remove it, and then he just stared at her, totally naked, and admired his beautiful, sexy new wife. This... this moment. This was the big moment he waited for. To see her, smell her and taste her, to

know

her. "Oh Charlotte, you are gorgeous," he purred at her, almost not able to wait to touch her. With competent hands and fingers, he caressed her thighs, her ass, traced around her hairline with his fingertips first, and then his lips.

"You're going to love this," he said, with his head resting on her thigh, taking in the sight of her. She gasped when he touched her, kissed her... kissed her more intimately than she had ever been kissed. His tongue lightly touched her skin, and she moaned erotically. Gently, he separated her lips and touched his tongue to her clit, flicking it gently. "Ohhh," she cried, breathing quickly. He smiled, watching her face as he kissed her lips, thighs and licked her again. "Ohhh," she shivered as his hands caressed her most intimate of places.

"Is that too much?" he asked, wanting to be gentle.

"Not enough," she panted.

He went in full on, taking her clit into his mouth and sucking it. She went absolutely wild, moaning, panting, squirming with his touch. "Oh my honey," she said, gasping for breath as he went down on her. The pleasure she felt in those first moments astounded her, and the sensations blew her mind. He suckled on her, licked her, longing to taste every bit of her, feeling her tremble under his touch. He felt her excitement as he sucked and licked her rhythmically, caressing her thighs and pussy as he pleasured her. The kissing, the licking, everything he did to her, and every sound she made turned him on. He was rock hard and aching with desire for her, and though he feared he would hurt her, he couldn't wait any longer.

Looking up from between her legs, he kissed her thighs, panting in anticipation. He crawled up to her and kissed her, and she was able to smell and even taste her essence on his breath, on his face, and it turned her on. "Are you ready, my sweet Charlotte?" he asked her as he got on all fours, and straddling her, pushed her knees open with his, and lowered himself to her.

"I think so," she said softly, trembling. Whether she was shaking with anticipation or fear, she did not know.

"Here, wrap your legs around me," he instructed, "that's it, baby. Nice and open for me, honey." He got closer, and she felt him pressing against her as he kissed her.

"I want you so bad," he whispered in her ear as he slowly and gently penetrated her. She yelped in pain as her innocence gave way, and he stopped inside her, feeling bad he had hurt her. "Is it too much?" he asked her, and she shook her head, but tears came anyway. "Aww, sweetie, don't cry," he said, kissing her tears away.

"I'm okay, honeybear," she assured him. "It will get better?"

"It should, and I'll go slowly for you, my love." He pulled out, but not all the way, and then slid back into her. His eyes rolled back into his head as he savored every inch of pleasure he gave her. She whimpered, but didn't tell him to stop. "Let me know if I'm hurting you," he whispered. She nodded her head, trying not to cry.

He pulled out again, and slid into her ever so slowly. Every thrust felt so good for him, she was so wet, and so aroused. He went so very slowly, savoring every moment, every inch of him wrapped and surrounded by the softest flesh he had ever felt. He wanted to feel every contour of her most intimate place, her muscles contracting around him as she writhed beneath him. Finally, a few minutes into it, she began to enjoy how he felt inside her, and he felt better about what he was doing. "Do you mind if I go a little faster, honey?" he asked.

"Yes please," she said, thoroughly enjoying feeling him inside her. Out and in, out, in, out, in..

not too fast

, he told himself. He had forgotten how good it felt to make love with someone, and he nearly got emotional.

"Aww, honey, you're so wet, and you're so hot," he said to her, really wanting to talk dirty to her. It was such a turn on for him to describe everything he was doing, but he didn't want to overwhelm her. He moved just a little, figuring he might be able to hit her clit with his pubic bone. He pushed in and grinded against her, and felt her body shudder.

"Ooh," she moaned. "Whatever you just did felt really good."

"I'll remember that," he purred at her. He knew, though, even that move wouldn't be enough for her to come, but he needed to fulfill his own longing before he could concentrate on pleasuring her. "Baby, I need to come, honey," he said, "but I'm gonna make sure you get your turn." He sped up his thrusts a bit more, plunging deep into her, watching her face as she decided if she liked the whole sex thing yet. He held her hips with his hands, and got her into somewhat of a bridge position. Then, he stopped. That was more for his benefit, and not for hers, and he didn't want to feel selfish. Lowering himself to kiss her, she kissed him back, craving his affection. He pushed into her as he caressed her breasts and kissed them. She started to breathe heavily, but he needed to shift and get better leverage. As he withdrew, he saw a look of disappointment.

"Are you done already?" she asked innocently.

"No, baby," he said, smiling. "I just need to readjust, honey" He repositioned himself in the right spot, and gently reentered her, taking her breath away. "Are you okay?" he asked, afraid of really hurting her. He knew he was a bit larger than most guys his age, but she was a virgin. Anything larger than a finger would have hurt her.

"Oh yes, honeybear," she panted. He slowly pulled out and pushed in, and out, and in.. but he wasn't getting enough friction to reach his release. But he had a solution, and he hoped she would agree to it.

"Baby, I can't get what I need in this position, honey."

"What do I need to do?" she asked. He loved her innocence.

"Let's try this... Get on your hands and knees, and I'll come in from behind you," he said. "Please baby, if I hurt you, tell me, okay honey?"

She nodded as she assumed her position. She felt so open and exposed, and she was embarrassed. But, Travis helped her prop herself with pillows, and made sure she was comfortable. Then, he got behind her. As he gently hugged her close, he penetrated her. She gasped for breath.

"That's so much better, sweetheart," he said, going a little faster. "Oh my goodness, you're so tight." He held onto her hips for dear life, as he made sweet, hot love to her. Faster and faster he thrusted, inching closer and closer to his peak, until he could hold out no longer. "I'm gonna come," he said to her, breathing hard and groaning. "Oh... oh my gosh... oh Charlotte," he cried as he climaxed, holding her close to him, his body jerking as he filled her.

They separated, and he collapsed on the bed, gasping for breath. She laid back down beside him, disappointed in her first time experience. It was not the intimate, loving act she expected after being around her mother and father for years. And then she saw the tinge of blood on the sheets. She really wasn't expecting that! "Um, Travis..," she said, staring at the crimson stain on the perfectly white linens.

He curled up next to her, and kissed her. "Baby, how does one get to be a medical resident and not know about that, honey?"

She laughed to save face, but inside, she felt stupid. "Good question!" It was something she read about in textbooks, but had never seen it. "I should have known, I should have remembered this. This is all so new, I'm sorry." she said, feeling foolish.

"Are you okay?" he asked her, and she nodded shyly. "You look disappointed, my love."

"A little," she admitted. "Okay, a little more than a little."

"Well, we are only half done, you know," he said, kissing her tenderly. "Now, it's your turn."

He wasted no time, kissing her, sucking on her neck, gently biting but being careful not to leave marks. He licked and sucked the skin on her breasts and belly, running his hands up her body, feeling every shiver, every goose bump. Now that they'd made love together, this would be much more pleasurable for her than it would have been before. His hands on her hips, he framed her triangle with his hands and thumbs, kissing the middle area with soft, wet, sensuous kisses. Gently, he dipped a finger inside her, and she moaned as he teased her g-spot with the tip of his finger. Withdrawing it, he lapped their juices off while she watched, and he traced his lips with it before he buried his face into her, licking inside her, drinking of their nectar, and sucking on her clit as she writhed in pleasure. He gently inserted two fingers inside her as he put some gentle but firm pressure on her g-spot. He continued to alternate licking and sucking, being careful to be gentle and loving.

He heard her straining and groaning, and he stopped. "Baby, you're trying too hard, honey," he said to her, caressing her pussy gently. "Just relax and really feel what I'm doing to you. Concentrate on the pleasure I'm giving you, not what you think I want from you." She nodded, flustered. She felt totally inadequate for him, but at the same time, she was thankful for his loving instruction. He opened her up with his thumbs, exposing her fully to him. Using the flat of his tongue he licked her, giving her a totally new sensation. She shook with every touch, every lick, every sensation, bathed in a pleasure she had never known before.