Monica looked at the clock as she and Charlie walked into their hotel suite. She had been married for exactly 5 hours now, and the butterflies that had started on the limo ride over from the reception had not stopped. They had intensified if anything. She wondered how long it would take Charlie to get them both undressed, and figured however long that was, she had about that plus 5 minutes left of her precious virginity. She still didn't know exactly what to expect. Her parents has raised her in the box of the church, and although her faith was but a fraction of her mothers, she somehow managed to not learn what sex even was until she was 16, a mere two years ago.
Sex just simply wasn't spoken about in her house. When her and Charlie had first started dating, she hadn't really known what the differences between men and women were. Monica's mother had sat her down, and embarrassingly stumbled through a child's definition of intercourse. Despite the simplicity of her explanation (he puts his thing inside you 'down there') Monica had laid back and tried to visualize how it happened, and it resulted in the first (and only) time she had ever tried to masturbate.
She had laid on her bed, cautiously and slowly opening her legs as she ran her hands up the inside of her thighs, her skirt bunching at her waist. She had tried to imagine the feel of a mans body on top of her, Charlies body - and as she did, a sharp tingling began to radiate from deep within her belly. The feeling intensified as she let her fingers caress the sides of her panties, sliding over that delicate skin that wasn't quite the lips of her pussy. Slowly she let her finger tips go lightly over her cotton panties, and as she drew them up her slit, her breath escaped her. It seemed that a lightning bolt of pleasure had shot through he body, starting between her legs and going all the way to the top of her head. She wanted more.
Feeling a little bolder, her hand slipped under the waist band of her panties, cupping her pussy. Her finger pressed between her lips, in to the wetness that was now there. Her breath quickened. Monica's finger had found her opening. She rubbed around on the outside of it, trying to imagine how big a mans 'thing' was - a detail her mother had left out. She was about to slide her finger tip in to herself when she heard her mother coming down the hall. Panicking, she quickly pulled her skirt down. As her mother walked in, Monica felt like she had what she had just done written in huge letters across her forehead. Her cheeks blushed a deep red, and when her mother asked her is she was alright, Monica claimed it was just warm in her room. Her excuse sounded hollow to herself, but her mother didn't press it. She had a feeling she would of gotten an ear full if her mother knew what she had been doing
Her courage gone, and her arousal fading, Monica didn't try to resume her exploration. Now, she was married and about to learn first hand all of the answers to the questions that had raced through her mind (and body) that day. The feeling of butterflies came on strong in her stomach, and as she thought about what was about to happen, that feeling sank down lower towards the chaste folds of flesh between her legs. She felt heat rise to her face and realized she was blushing furiously.
Charlie embraced her from behind, his arms wrapping around her slim body. He cupped her firm breasts through the flimsy evening dress she was wearing, and as his hands caressed her, she began to tremble. Her breath quickened as the butterflies and nervousness intensified. She felt Charlie press his lips to her ear and as he kissed them softly, an enormous heat seemed to fill her crotch and a soft moan escaped her lips. Charlies hands now traced along the fabric covering her shoulders and reached for the dresses zipper. Monica stood as still as she could as the metallic sound of her impending undress filled the room. The dress dropped and bunched around her feet, leaving her standing now in only the bridal lingerie her friends had helped her pick. Her skin broke out in goose bumps despite the heat of the room.
Charlie turned his new bride around, drinking in her beauty as she stood in what would be the last thing she ever wore as an innocent woman. Monica could feel his gaze upon her mostly naked body. She stood frozen, unsure of what to do - if anything. Charlie took the lead. He was as physically inexperienced as her, but had a better understanding of what to do. Charlie was no stranger to self pleasure and had had the benefit of a few porns his friends had so eagerly shown him. He took off his tux jacket and tossed it on the floor. Unbuttoning his shirt, he stepped closer to Monica. His hands caressed her face, and lifting her chin, he brought his lips to hers. She kissed him slowly, her mouth opening just enough to allow his tongue to slip between her lips and slide against hers. She moaned softly in to his mouth as his hands reached behind her, unclasping her delicate bra. It dropped to the floor and his hands went down her lower back, his fingers tracing the waist band of her lace thong. He cupped her exposed ass cheeks and pulled her body into his.
