Newlywed Nerves

Newlywed Nerves

Newlywed Nerves – I pull the car away from the Wendy’s drive-thru window, double checking the flow of traffic.

“Mmm. Fries and Frosty.”

“I can’t believe that I married you without knowing you had such a weird tendency,” I say around my smile. “Who dips french fries in ice cream?”

“It’s not ice cream – it’s a chocolate Frosty,” Stacey said, eyes twinkling as she licks the salt from her fingers. “And there’s lots you don’t know about me yet, so you better get used to it.”

I glance over at her, her causal skirt and blouse at odds with the perfect, fetching braid and light paint of her make-up. Her face still shines, the same as it did earlier this morning when we exchanged vows.

Her wedding dress is stuffed in the back seat. I feel overdressed in my tux.

“I would not have guessed that our first meal as a married couple would be fast food on the way to our reception.” I gun the car down the highway ramp.

“I was hungry and you provided, as a good husband should.”

She lays her hand on mine as I shift into the highest gear. Her touch is light, warm, soothing. I feel my chest tighten and that deep spot in my gut quiver. Butterflies and breathlessness.

Oh how I’ve waited for this day.

She strokes the inside of my wrist absentmindedly, watching the cars and the mountains – but the effect is anything but innocent. My cock stirs in my trousers, pressing up and out. My breath comes haltingly; my heart starts to race, and my eyes start to close involuntarily.

Stay alert! 

I try to focus on the road, ignoring the fire burning in my chest.

The stroking on my wrist pauses. My eyelids flicker just for a moment.

“What time do we have to be at the reception?” she asks.

“Two o’clock.”

“Hmm.”

“What?

I drift into the commuter lane, taking advantage of lighter traffic to speed past the downtown exits.

“It’s only 11:30.”

“So? You’ll need to get re-dressed and everyone else will already be there since we took so long with the pictures.”

She taps lightly with her finger. I nearly groan out loud.

“Why don’t we swing past the house and drop off our stuff? We don’t need all the extra bags and we can get everything set for after the reception.”

I mull the idea around, trying to ignore the warmth of her hand on mine.

“Sounds okay to me.”

***

I pull the car to a stop in the narrow driveway. Our new home, the small red brick duplex looks cheery in the bright winter light. I slip out, shivering slightly in brisk breeze. Stacey smiles as I open the car door for her, shepherding her quickly through the side door of the house and into the cozy warmth.

It’s only the second time we’ve been in the place together. We walked through with the landlord the day we signed the papers, but it’s been mostly me alone for the last week, getting just enough moved in for us to survive.

A card table and chairs in the kitchen; a bed and chest of drawers in the bedroom; towels and soap and shampoo in the bathroom.

I start back out the door to get the bags, but she grabs my hand.

“Stay.”

She leads me to the couch, snuggling close to me as we sit. She draws her legs up under her skirt, resting her head on my shoulder.

“I almost can’t believe it – finally.”

“Finally?” I laugh. “We were only engaged a few months.”

“Yes, finally. I’ve waited for you my whole life.”

She turns her head up. Her rose pink lips sparkle.

I bend down, tasting her. Parting our lips, I hear her breath catch in her throat as our tongues touch. My hand runs up her arm, rests on her shoulder. My heart pounds and the butterflies swirl. My cock again stirs, straining against the fabric. My face flushes.

I press against her lips harder, our tongues straining at each other.

I’m nervous. I want to touch her, to take her, to know her. But I hesitate. The habit of waiting, of being chaste, stops me.

She will have none of it.

Her hand slips down my waist, to my belt, fumbling at the catch. She frees it, and tries to release the clasp of my trousers.

Emboldened, I move my hand from her shoulder. Lower, across her neck, to the swell of her breast.

“Ahh!”

Stacey pulls away from our kiss, gasping as I start to squeeze her through blouse and bra. Her head tips back. The sound of her desire pulses through me. My other hand drops to her skirt, rubbing over her inner thigh, the texture of the material smooth underhand. I wonder what her skin will feel like.

She can’t free my pants. She starts to claw at my shirt, the radiant sapphire of her eyes alive with pleasure. She pushes off my jacket and pulls free my tie.

With rapid pops, I unbutton her blouse, spreading the folds apart. The roundness of her cleavage greets my eyes for the first time.  Stacey shrugs out of the shirt. Then, she stands.

Her lace corset top covers her torso. I’ve seen more of her in her bathing suit. But the intimacy of the garment is shocking to me. I’m seeing her in lingerie.

My nerves go into overload. I’m so scared I’m going to do this wrong.

She pulls me up, gripping my pants now with both hands. I have no time to think. A second to free them, a second for them to slid down my legs, a second more for her to grab my crotch, slowly massaging my cock and balls through my underwear.

I groan.

In that moment, all my fear is gone. I want this. I want her. I want my wife.

We kiss again and she pulls me down to the floor. Kneeling next to her, she frees my cock from the confines of my boxer-briefs. It springs out at her as she pulls down, it’s long hardness pointing right at her face.

She pulls me closer. Lifting my leg, I straddle her torso. With shaky, hesitant touch, she grasps me. I moan and she pauses.

Then, slowly she strokes my cock. Tentative at first, then increasing in pressure and speed. Long, hard strokes with one hand while the other creeps up inside my shirt, running over my stomach and up onto my chest.

I tease both of her breasts from the cups of her bra. First the dark pink of her areola; then her nipples come into view. Stacey is very aroused – her nipples are erect; long and hard. I flick them and pull them. Beneath me, she wriggles, her eyes half closed in pleasure.

She reaches up farther under my shirt, finding my own nipple, matching me flick for flick, tug for tug. I almost collapse from the unexpectedness – I had no idea my nipples were so sensitive.

I lean forward, taking my cock from her grasp, rubbing the head on first one nipple and then the other. Back and forth, pressing the tip of each nipple. The circles grow faster. She whimpers now, starting to buck beneath me.

I rest the shaft between her tits, and start to thrust, rubbing the slippery pre-cum into her skin.  I reach back with one hand, placing it at the cleft where her legs join. Stacey coos, pressing her tits up around me as a I do, lifting her head to lick the head of my cock as it nears her mouth with my strokes.

I grind against her with the palm of my hand, feeling her hips rise to meet me. I feel the warmth building it my loins. We stroke and rub, building each other, connected and intimate.

I feel my balls begin to tighten with impending orgasm. Stacey must sense it as well, looking up at me as I thrust.

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I slow.

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We stop.

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By unspoken mutual agreement, we understand each other. Our first orgasms will come later that night, in the marriage bed, when we will be fully joined as one. We will wait just a little longer.

Panting, aching for release, I climb off.  I lay next to her, tracing circles again on her nipples with my fingers. She nibbles on my cheek and chin, kissing me on the corner of my mouth.

“Well,” she says, “at least now I won’t be nervous later tonight. Not now that we’ve already seen each other half naked.”

This is my wife, the woman I have chosen to be with.

Newlywed nerves?  No. Not nervous.

Not anymore.

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14 replies
    • youngheart says:

      “You had me going all the way to the end… only to make me want to come back for more.”

      That’s what she said. 😉

      This is pretty close to what happened on our wedding day, and it made everything so much more focused for me. It was so much easier to get through the reception and wait with no nerves. We recommend it now to all our friends as they get married-take some time to be with each other just to calm down and learn about each other.

      Thanks for your comment and more will be coming.

    • youngheart says:

      Thanks Nidan2 – I was trying for more of the emotional side of things, so I’m glad that came through for you.

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