Writer's Notes: New story here. And now its been reedited so it should have less mistakes and be easier to read.
I just want to say a couple things first. I'm not sure if someone like Brittany would really say some of the phrases I have her use but they seem to fit. Also when you get to Jane describing how she looked at Brittany, you will understand when you get to that place, I'm not sure even a best friend would look there but again it seemed to fit the story. But what ever the case Enjoy.
Brittany and Jon: One Year Anniversary
Brittany came out of the bedroom, all jazzed up. She was dressed up in her best miniskirt and a new blouse she had bought just for this occasion. She was a petite, young woman, who looked almost too skinny, with an oval shaped face. Her hair which was very blond was currently shoulder length. Brittany was proud of the fact that it was that blond naturally. Some of her friends dyed their hair to get it to be that blond. Another feature she was proud of was what, on her build, looked to be a medium sized bosom. They were a nice size without being too big, even though at times she did think of them as small probably because of what two or three of the men she dated had told her. She was very attractive but she had the look and bearing of someone who appeared vulnerable, a girl who needed someone to look after her. That look she was not proud of.
It was a little earlier than they had originally planned but that was Ok, tonight was their one year anniversary and they were going out to celebrate. It had been a good year since their wedding, everything hadn't been perfect of course, they had had some arguments and he had been gone that whole month, but she loved being married to Jon.
It had been a good wedding too, and a wonderful wedding night. It had been her first time and Jon had done everything just right. He had been so gentle, had prepared her just right. When he had first penetrated her pussy with his hard cock it had been so wonderful she still thought of it. Everything had gone much easier than she had feared. Some of her friends, who weren't virgins anymore, had explained what their first time had been like. Most had had good times but she had heard and read some bummer stories about bad experiences. Those stories had been enough to make her nervous, wondering how her first time would be. Jon had made it wonderful. The first touch of his tongue on her clit had sent electricity through her pussy. His had been the first tongue to touch her clit. True three times fingers had touched it, and even two fingers from one hand had made it into her pussy, just up to the first knuckle and only for a minute or so. It had felt too good she had asked the guy to remove them. She had been surprised when he did.
She paused for a moment then thought, well there had been that other time a little while before their wedding but that had been different. And one other guy had gotten fingers into her but again just for few seconds. They had been interrupted before she could ask him to remove them. She hadn't wanted him to put his hand there but somehow he had snuck them in, and she was sure he would not have removed them but she was going to ask anyway. It was Jon who had interrupted them that night, probably without knowing what he was interrupting, but Brittany had been glad anyway. It had been soon after they had meant, and had gone out on only two dates. Her date for that night, had been a guy she had dated for a while and who seemed to like her a lot. He had gone further with her than any other guy and was always talking to her about going all the way. She didn't want to and he seemed to understand but he still would talk now and than about the pleasures Brittany was missing.
She shook her head in wonderment. She had made it to her wedding night a virgin. With some of the things she had done and been involved with, that was something of a surprise but she had worked hard at it. She had wanted to stay a cherry for her future husband, as her special gift to him. She didn't know where she had gotten the idea but she recalled hearing on TV or someplace two or three times that it would make a special present to her future husband to be a virgin on her wedding night. That phrase had caught in her brain and her emotions. Her mother had supported that idea so there after she had worked at doing just that. It had been one of her top goals and she had made it even though she had done some other things that could have led her to losing it early. Now she was doing those things just for her husband.
It hadn't been easy some times, especially after getting drunk at those two bachelorette parties. Those male strippers they kept having were easy to dance with when she was drunk. She had only danced that dirty two times. She had felt the excitement and had just let herself go. It had been fun but it could have been costly.
--- She smiled as she remembered how gentle Jon had been, and how he had made sure she was ready for him. Everything had made her first fuck so wonderful. Their wedding had gone without any problems and the reception had been fun at times. Feeding each other for the pictures had been fun plus she had gotten to dance with various guys from her past. Some had lined up to dance with her, including some old boyfriends who had wanted one more touch of her. One or two were married now, but they still had wanted to say good luck to her. One or two others had been the ones who had tried to get her to give them her cherry. One of those, Tommy who had been the guy Jon had interrupted, even made some unkind remarks about Jon and mentioned that he wanted to kiss her for luck. He, while they had been dancing, had lead her to a dark corner for a minute. That's where he planted a big long kiss on her. For a second she had responded as she used to do while they were dating. On four of the dates he had touched her breasts and had even seen one twice. He had a way of caressing them that really felt good and he had tried to do the same with her clit and pussy but that was when Jon had interrupted him, the one time he had been able to get his hand up her skirt. She still didn't know how he got them there. All she knew was that one moment they were in not there and the next his fingers were inside her making her feel very good.
While they had been dancing he had reminded her of the good times they had had, and how she had felt while her caressed her boobs. She had surprised herself by how wet she had gotten while they danced and talked. She, of course, had been wet already with what had happened in the Limo and just the fact that's he had married the man she loved but that talk had made excitement increase. Than he had kissed her, harder than just for good luck. She had ended the kiss early when she realized who she was kissing and how turned on it was getting her, she than led them back to the main dance floor. She saw the disappointed look on his face as she did. Brittany had wondered if he had really wanted her to do more than just kiss on her wedding day. As she switched partners she came to the conclusion, after thinking about the kiss that he had been making a move on her, for she realized that he had been caressing her boobs through her wedding gown. That jerk she had thought, for a few seconds she had been so into the kiss she hadn't even noticed what his hands had been doing. That made her even more angry.
She had forgotten that though as she slide into Jon's arms soon after that dance. She had kissed him hard and long, to the cheers of some her and his friends. Soon after that kiss they had left. It was a bit earlier than they had planned but thinking of what was to happen had made her wet, and she had to admit to her self that talking and kissing her ex boy friend had added to her arousal. She was very glad she had put a stop to that. It could have led to something more, and knowing him it might have if she had been wearing a mini gown. Now, though, she didn't have to put a stop to anything she and Jon wanted to do. So they left and headed to the hotel room they had for the night.---
It had surprised her when Jon had declared that he was a virgin also. He had had a strict religious upbringing and even though he wasn't as religious as his parents he hadn't totally rejected their morals either, as a couple of her friends had done. His parents were nice people. They obviously disapproved of the miniskirts she wore but after twice letting their disapproval be known, in a nice way, they had been quiet about it. She could tell they still didn't like it but they didn't make a big deal of it. Once she had overheard his mother ask Jon why she liked dressing like a slut. The question had made her angry until she realized it hadn't been asked in a condemning tone. Unlike the mother of a friend that had called Brittany a slut to her face. That mother had been very condemning in her tone. Which had hurt, Brittany was working at keeping her cherry even dressing more modest then some of her friends and this woman calls her a slut. Some of her friends really were sluts and one had even, more than once, asked her to go out trying to hook up with guys. She had always said no, usually making up an excuse but sometimes just saying no. Jon's mother and father were not like that other mother, they did not condemn her, because of that she tried to dress more modest around them.
She also tried to watch her language, she didn't cuss as a drunken sailor, as she heard someone say about another person, but she still used words they didn't agree with. Once during the first Thanksgiving dinner she and Jon had with his family she had let a word slip. His family had included his parents and all of his five siblings. It also included two spouses, one for his oldest brother and for a sister. She had seen most of the rest of the family glance her way and her face had burned in embarrassment. It was one of the few times she had hoped her embarrassment had shown on her face. She had begun to stammer out an apology when Jon had come to her rescue by beginning a conversation she hoped would make them forget what they had just heard. It was something about whose sports team was the best, and obviously was one of those friendly arguments they had had many times. When Jon and her had left early to go her mom and stepfather's house everyone had been gracious and kind to her but she still wondered what they said about her after they left. She made sure thereafter that she always watched what she said.
Back to the persent she was wearing an even shorter skit than usual and a not so modest top. She had spent hours trying to find just the right top for the celebration. She had wanted an outfit that looked classy, but she also wanted to dress sexy for Jon. She knew they were going someplace special than to a dance club. So she wanted a nice top that at the same time showed off her boobs and her shape. Just for Jon. True others would see her but she knew this type of outfit would turn her husband on, the other men who saw her would just benefit from what was for Jon. She paused again in the hallway thinking more of the wedding night.
