The lilting sounds of Donna Fargo's voice came through the speakers on the car radio.
Good morning, Morning. Hello Sunshine.
Wake up, Sleepyhead.
As the song went on to assert Donna Fargo's claim to being the "happiest girl in the whole USA," Gerry turned in her bucket seat and put her hands on the thigh of Jimmy, her brand new husband. "That song is wrong," she said. "I am the happiest girl in the whole USA."
"That's great, Sweetheart," Jimmy answered, "Because I am the happiest boy."
Whether they were actually the happiest boy and girl in the whole USA was a matter of opinion but they were certainly strong contenders for those distinctions. Hours earlier, in their church, in front of a small group of friends and family, the pastor had pronounced them husband and wife. Knowing a room in a nice hotel was waiting for them to spend their wedding night, Gerry and Jimmy had thanked all their well-wishers at the reception and, after changing clothes and combing the rice from their hair, were now looking forward to spending the night together in that room. Both were 18 year old virgins and looking forward to ending that condition and both firmly believed they had done the right thing by remaining virgins until they were married, and by being married in a church as they had done that day.
At the hotel, Jimmy unlocked the door and pushed it open. He wanted to avoid embarrassment so, after looking up and down the hall to make sure nobody could see them, he picked up Gerry and carried her across the threshold. Both these young people were doing everything they could to follow tradition and make their marriage as full of joy and happiness as they could. As Gerry deposited the contents of their combined overnight bag in the bathroom, Jimmy called room service to order a light supper. No champagne was included; they were both underage and they were already intoxicated enough with each other that they didn't need anything else.
Supper was punctuated by frequent giggling and licking of each other's fingers and kissing. Only one set of silverware was needed as the two lovers took turns feeding each other from all the plates. By the time they were finished, both had food and Gerry's lipstick smeared all around their mouths.
Jimmy took his shower first and shaved to avoid whisker-burning the delicate skin of his bride, then put on his new cotton pajamas. While he lay in bed waiting for her, Gerry used the bathroom for her shower and did what she thought was needed to attract the man who already considered her to be the sweetest and most beautiful person in the world. This included letting her hair down and donning the short, silky nightgown she had bought especially for this night.
After looking in the mirror and seeing herself wearing the nightgown, Gerry was too shy to let anybody else, even her loving bridegroom, see her so she held a towel in front of her as she approached the bed. "Don't look, Jimmy," she said before dropping the towel. Dutifully, Jimmy turned away to avoid invading his bride's privacy, and Gerry climbed into the bed. Once they were both in bed and decently covered, the young man and woman turned toward one another and shared the sweetest kiss they had shared since being instructed by the pastor to kiss each other.
That was the first of a series of ardent kisses and, as their lips met, Jimmy had one arm around Gerry's waist and his right hand was gently caressing her rather plump hip and thigh and buttock. When they weren't kissing, the two were whispering their undying love for one another and each was describing how lucky he or she was to have found the other. They agreed whole-heartedly that life is wonderful, and that it would get better as they grew old together.
Although he and Gerry were equally inexperienced, Jimmy, taking his husbandly duties seriously, had been studying marriage manuals. They all stressed how women are more tactile, compared to men, who are more visually oriented, and that gentle caresses will lead to the sexual arousal of the new bride. As he ran his hand intimately over her soft skin, Jimmy wasn't sure how well it was working for Gerry but he was aware that the kisses and stroking the body of his beloved had caused his cock to become erect.
Actually, his gentle caresses were working quite well. Gerry had done some research too, mostly quizzing her more sexually active friends and they had all described how a woman's vagina lubricates to prepare her for entry of the man's penis. Gerry wasn't quite sure what that meant but she could feel her love for her husband growing greater as they kissed and as he lovingly stroked her. She could also feel a warm liquid trickling from the place where she knew he could soon be penetrating her and she knew it wasn't urine.
Jimmy had also read about nipples becoming erect, and he was delighted when his fingers explored and found Gerry's nipples to be firm, almost rigid. Although never going "all the way," they had done some petting and when Jimmy's hands had been under Gerry's blouse, her nipples had always been soft. "This is good," he thought. "We will both lose our cherries tonight." Almost instinctively, he reached his right hand under Gerry's short nightgown to cup her breast and kiss and nuzzle her there.
Gerry really liked the feel of Jimmy's fingers on her breast, especially when he caressed her nipple. When he started kissing and licking her there, her arousal grew and she reached between her legs and felt the fluid that dripped from her vagina. "Oh, ick, she thought. I hope Jimmy doesn't get grossed out by this stuff." From her own crotch, Gerry reached out toward Jimmy's and was shocked by the unfamiliar, hard thing she found. From conversations with those same friends, she knew that her beloved Jimmy had gotten a hard-on, and what would be done with it. Panic flickered through her mind. "My God, how can this big thing fit inside of me? It must hurt something awful."
As Jimmie was kissing and licking her bride's nipples, he felt her hand on his cock. "She must be almost ready," he thought. "I hope she isn't scared. I wouldn't hurt her for anything." His hand gently went to Gerry's pubic area and he felt the juices trickling from her vagina. "Oh, good. She's nice and wet and almost ready. Resting his weight on his left elbow, he started moving his knees between his bride's legs, rolling her onto her back at the same time, until he was kneeling between her spread legs, her nightgown folded up, exposing her pubic area to his hands but not his sight.
