My name is James and I am proud to say that we were both virgins when Bessie and I got married. As Bessie said "James, we don't want to jump the gun. Our marriage will be so much better if we wait".
Before Our Marriage
We decided that we didn't want to have children for the first 2 years of our marriage.
In those days the birth control pill was controversial. There were all sorts of false claims about the risks, Bessie decided not to take them until the health situation became clear. So I had to buy "rubber johnnies".
Back then buying condoms was a hush hush affair. I wasn't going to buy some in our village. I took the bus to the nearest town. I waited ages for the chemist to be clear of customers.
In my mind, chemists were somehow the guardian of morality. Buying condoms proclaimed to the chemist "I am single and I want to have sex. I am immoral". To lessen my guilt, I explained I was about to get married. It didn't make me feel any less immoral asking for the protective devices. I felt my face blushing.
I wasn't prepared for the question "What kind do you want?" nor for the tinkling of a bell that signalled a customer had entered. Worse, the customer was a respectable looking woman.
I pointed at the one in the middle, not wanting to appear ignorant to the chemist. I certainly did not want a discussion in case the woman heard what I was purchasing. The chemist, bless him, recognised the pain on my face and told the woman "Mrs Jones. I'm afraid your prescription won't be ready for a quarter of an hour. Do you want to come back?".
I suspected that the lady knew what I was going to buy. She left and the chemist informed me what each did. He recommended the one he used before his wife went on the pill. It shocked me that people could be so open to a stranger about using a condom. He also said "Your fiance should consider using the pill. It makes sex even more enjoyable for us both".
I never envisaged a respectable chemist enjoying sex. But then, after I had Sex Ed lessons, I had difficulty thinking that my parents had sex. Now I was burdened with the idea that my parents actually enjoyed it.
Stag and Hen Nights
On my stag do, my friends made ribald remarks about finally "hiding the salami" and "pole and hole". One of them then stretched the joke to say about the married couple from Warsaw where it was "Pole pole and Pole hole". In our drunken state it was hilariously funny and we all laughed. I suppose it's true that "little things please little minds". And men out at a stag do are not noted for their intellectual abilities.
On her hen night Bessie's friends gave her a flower with no petals. It was their joke about her about to be deflowered. Bessie felt it demeaned her. She had however taken it in good grace. Bessie threw it into the bin as soon as she left the other women to get a taxi home. I thought that this was rather clever. I would have kept the deflowered flower. It seemed to me to be a sweet present.
Travel To The Honeymoon
We had our honeymoon in Benidorm. It meant an early morning 5 30 am flight. We needed to be at the airport 2 hours before the flight. My Bessie wanted to make that 3 hours. She didn't want a traffic delay to ruin our honeymoon.
Gatwick airport is an hour's drive from where we live and got married. We couldn't drive as it was our wedding reception. So a friend stayed on soft drinks.
Just before midnight we left the reception and went up to a hotel bedroom. I sat on the bed and watched Bessie. She undressed slowly and stood before me in only her bra and pants. I helped her to take them off. She was astonishingly beautiful. I felt her naked breasts and ran my hands through her bushy pubic hair. We kissed passionately.
Still naked she removed all my clothes. She held my penis in her hand and studied it. If we had more time, deflowering would have taken place. But we only had time to shower. Unfortunately the shower wasn't big enough for 2 people. Bessie showered first and, as I showered, put on her make up and got dressed. I was disappointed not to see Bessie au natural together in the shower.
But I got a thrill from being naked with her in the same room.
Less romantically Bessie said "don't stand there waving your willy at me. Get dressed. Our driver will be here soon". I realised that my Bessie can be bossy.
Our soft drinks only friend was waiting in the hotel lobby. He put our luggage in the boot of his car. The DJ announced "The bride and groom are leaving". We got in the back seat of the car as the guests waved and cheered us off.
The Most Embarrassing Thing
As we drove to Gatwick, Bessie fell asleep resting on my shoulder. I got to thinking about the first time I would be having intercourse. I imagined the Benidorm hotel room and Bessie laying there naked. I imagined a towel underneath her to catch the blood of her ruptured hymen. I could see my penis entering her vagina.
Just then I realised that my penis was erect. I looked at my friend to see if he had seen my engorgement. He was looking in the mirror at me. He said "I can see you are looking forward to your holiday. I suggest that we pull into a service station so you can deal with your situation. We don't want to have that at the airport, do we?".
It was the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to me. I had to get out of the car with an erection to go to the gents. I feared someone seeing me aroused. Bessie woke up and saw my predicament. My friend told me the quickest way to the loo. I walked quickly and went into one of the cubicles. I pulled down my trousers and underpants. My penis was horizontal to the cubicle floor.
I thought the unsexiest thought that I could. I thought about a horror film. Gradually my penis began to shrink. It was still semi erect when I felt the urge to wee. I managed to pass water by standing back from the toilet bowl. Once I voided my bladder my penis began to go back to its normal size.
When I got back to the car my friend said "I see that Bessie will certainly enjoy her honeymoon". My Bessie blushed.
Arriving At The Benidorm Hotel
We were tired after the early departure from our honeymoon reception, the wait at Gatwick airport, the tedious flight, the wait for luggage at Alicante airport and the 90 minute transfer coach to Benidorm. We were disappointed to have to take our own suitcases up a minor road to the hotel. The road was too small for our coach and we were the only people using that hotel.
This was in the days where suitcases didn't have wheels. We had 2 suitcases and I wasn't going to let Bessie carry her's in that heat. I carried my suitcase for 20 paces and then returned for Bessie's suitcase. It took me 3 stages to reach the hotel.
I arrived at the reception all sweaty. The receptionist took our details on a form which was required by the Spanish police. He took our passports and said "Honeymoon couple?". Bessie blushed as I confirmed our new marital status, "We will give you a complimentary special meal and Cava tonight". He gave us instructions to get to our room and that the porter would bring up our suitcases.
Bessie ushered me away from the reception and said "I don't like the way that man leered at me when he asked if we were the honeymoon couple. He made me feel cheap".
I hadn't noticed anything wrong with the receptionist's manner. I didn't want an argument on our first full day as a married couple. On the other hand I didn't want to complain about the receptionist either. I hit on a way of avoiding both. I said "we will probably not see him again. But if I see him acting inappropriately I will certainly complain".
We got to the room and pushed the sliding door onto our balcony. We had the less than romantic view of workers on wooden scaffolding building a new hotel. I couldn't believe that they were using scaffolding without safeguards. If one of them slipped he would end up in the morgue. If they dropped anything then woe betide anyone walking below them.
The porter arrived with our suitcases. Tiredness overtook us and we fell asleep on top of the bed still fully clothed. We woke and decided not to rush our first marital intercourse. We had 3 hours before our special dinner. We would walk down Benidorm's garden promenade which we could catch a glimpse of, if we looked the other way from the scaffolding.
Exploring Benidorm
It was romantic walking along a traffic free, half mile long, promenade with exotic flowers and trees. I took pictures of Bessie looking lovely. I took pictures of the plants and trees and of the promenade itself.
Before it got to where you could hear the traffic we turned back. Bessie and I sat on a bench and held hands, kissed and people watched. It was cool because the trees provided shade. It was romantic being beside the one you love.
I felt human again after the travel fatigue. I handed my camera over and got a Scottish couple to take a photo of us sitting on the bench holding hands. And another photo of us kissing. I thanked them and they went on their way towards the beach.
We walked hand in hand back to the hotel. We showered and changed into our best gear. We went down for our special meal.
We had a table with a reserved sign on it, a tablecloth and cutlery and glasses set out. A waiter served us but he got the food from the self-service buffet. The Cava was good. I quipped "Tastes as good as champagne". This was bragging since I had little knowledge about champagne. The only time I got to drink it was at wedding receptions.
Bessie said "I don't like the other guests looking at us. I felt like a goldfish in a bowl".
I thought that Bessie had over reacted to the "leering" receptionist. We were definitely getting "nod nod wink wink" attention from the other guests. I hated them watching us
It was different from the honeymoon reception where we were also both centre stage. Our friends were happy for us. Of course there were some ribald comments in the Best Man's speech. It was a bit embarrassing but that was in the nature of a shared joke. Our friends were laughing with us.
The holidaymakers were laughing at our expense. Many of them had "I know what you are going to do" looks. They were belittling a deep sharing of our souls. One of the holidaymakers actually made a simulated sex act. The "pole went into the hole" using his hands. The simulation was accompanied by the laughter of his friends.
My Bessie blushed at this and I was more angry. Such stuff was okay at a stag do but not in public.
I said to Bessie "Having the special meal sounded so romantic. But I would have preferred the hotel just giving us a bottle of Cava. I hope we never see those horrible people again. They don't care that they are ruining our holiday".
Bessie said in a lower voice "I feel like crying. I won't give him the satisfaction of seeing me burst into tears. May he rot in hell". The person she meant was the one who had simulated us making love. I admit I wanted to go up to him and give him a piece of my mind. I knew that would be the worst thing to do.
I said "Let's make the best of a bad job. Try to enjoy the rest of the meal. Let me refill your glass and toast you. You look so beautiful. We are the luckiest couple in this place".
After the dessert was eaten, and the last of the Cava drunk, our ordeal ended. We went from the restaurant and waited for the lift. At last we were going to be fully man and wife. Bessie was going to take my virginity. I had condoms so there was no risk of a honeymoon baby.
