Hi, my name is Marie, a twenty-one-year-old. I didn’t exactly grow up in a religious household, but my parents instilled Christian values in my siblings and me. Personally, I went looking for a closer bond with God when I was around sixteen, which made things a little confusing a couple of years later when I started having lots of questions about sex. I was always the good girl who did well in school and never got in trouble or made a fuss about anything, but this particular topic started to intrigue me. Of course, I knew the basics of the birds and the bees, but I had so many more questions and was discovering new things every day. Up until that time, I sincerely believed that men and women only had sex when they were married, until I saw girls getting pregnant in my high school left and right. I thought the only position was the missionary position and only genital contact. I didn’t even know foreplay was a thing.
After a mishap with a boyfriend who dumped me because I wouldn’t have sex with him, I started doubting my beliefs and second guessing my decision to remain pure until my wedding night. As I contemplated this more and more, I found myself having desires I had never felt before. I went looking for answers about what to do about my “sinful” feelings and how to get rid of them. Then, I stumbled upon this website and have been an avid reader ever since. I realized that having these thoughts and urges is natural and healthy. In college, I made some amazing friends who further encouraged exploring sexuality in the right context and even encouraged masturbating as a good way to learn more about myself for my future husband.
My new healthy habit, along with this website, has brought me to what I am writing today. I have read many stories of husbands and wives who share beautiful bonds, both emotionally and physically, both of which I hope to have one day with an amazing man with a heart for God and eyes for me.
My favorites are honeymoon stories, when two people come together, usually for the first time, and find this new found love for each other that they didn’t know before. Personally, that’s one memory I very much look forward to making. The following is what my imagination created for what my wedding night will be. Of course, I have no idea what it will be like, but this is just one scenario of what I hope will happen when that beautiful night comes.
The First Night
He slipped the key card into the door, and the light turned green. This is it. The first night as husband and wife. Up until this point, it was months of planning and appointments to make sure this day would go perfectly, but I had tried to put off thinking about what would happen once we left the reception. Admittedly, I was scared. I’d never been with a man, and I didn’t want to disappoint him.
He looked up at me and smiled. “Are you ready?”
All I could manage was a nod. It was evident to him that there was something wrong. He pulled me in close and kissed me on the head, then hugged me as I rested my head on his shoulder.
“It’s going to be okay,” he uttered softly.
I looked up into his reassuring eyes and gave him a peck, which was his signal to lift me into his strong arms and walked across the threshold into the room. He set me down gently on the other side, and I looked around the room, taking in every detail.
“This is where I will lose my virginity,” I thought to myself.
It was a very spacious suite. The living room had a sitting area with gorgeous furniture perfect for an intimate setting. The focal point of the space was a beautiful fireplace ready to be lit. Straight ahead was a breathtaking view of the skyline through windows extending from the floor to the ceiling and a balcony just outside. To the left of the windows was the entrance to the bedroom, which I wasn’t going to enter just yet. The whole space was cozy yet luxurious. It took me a minute to snap back into reality and realize that I was standing in a wedding dress. As beautiful as it was, I needed out of it immediately.
“I’m going to freshen up. I’ll be back, babe,” I said to my husband. I grabbed a small bag that my bridesmaids graciously packed for me (most of them had been sexually active far before I was and were more than happy to pack a few things they thought I might enjoy).
“Okay, take your time, I’ll be here,” he said with a subtle smile. He gets me every time with that one. It always makes me feel so secure and lucky to have found this wonderful man. I smiled back before hiking up the layers of tulle and retreating to the bathroom that conveniently opened from the living area as well as the bedroom.
Once inside, I was taken aback by what I saw. The vanity was exquisite, fit for royalty. It had his and hers sinks with modern fixtures and a huge mirror. To the left was a standing shower with transparent walls. I could see there was a detachable shower head installed. But what caught my eye was what I saw straight ahead. A jacuzzi for two. This night was going to be fun.
I unzipped the back of my dress and let it fall to the ground, then gently stepped out, picked it up, and hung it on a hanger, which I then hung on the back of the door. It was only one day, but that dress cost too much not to take good care of it. Then I started the water in the jacuzzi, avoiding turning on the jets for right now. I just wanted to relax, but not so relaxed that I let something take my new husband’s job. I took all of the pins out of my hair and opened the bag. There was a note:
Hello, new wife!
We know you don’t know what to expect, so we gave you some things to help you out. Have a good time. 😉
Jackie and Roxanne
My two childhood best friends (both far more experienced than I) had given this to me as a gift at my bridal shower but told me to wait until now to open it. Inside was a bottle of body wash, loofah, new perfume, a candle, matches, a bottle of lube, and a brand new set of lingerie in my size, one that I had mentioned I liked a few weeks back but was too shy actually to bring myself to buy it. How I love my best friends!
I removed my Spanx and my undergarments before tying my hair up and lowering myself into the warm bath. I closed my eyes and tilted my head on the edge of the tub as I pondered what a beautiful day God had made for us. The sun shone on the perfect day that we had looked forward to, and everything went off without a hitch. Then my thoughts wandered back to what was about to take place, and things started getting hot. I grabbed the loofah and body wash and began lathering my body. I started with my neck, avoiding my hair as much as possible, and slowly moved down my arms, then back up to my chest.
I worked on my neck and back for a while before returning to my breasts. I am rather blessed in that area, but self-conscious that they would be too big for my husband. My husband. Who would soon be looking at my naked body for the first time. As I soaped up, my nipples started to rise. I worked my way down my stomach and wide, child bearing hips. I passed over my box and went down my smooth legs, which I had gotten waxed a few days prior in preparation for tonight. I took as much time as I could on my legs before returning up to my torso, where I readjusted and reached behind me for my shapely butt. This was one part of me I was confident about, but I hoped most of the attention would be concentrated elsewhere.
I lingered on for a bit longer than necessary because I knew I only had one part left, which I wanted to keep from touching. That was for my husband. I ever so gently passed the loofah on top of my clean, hairless pussy. My friends had insisted on it. Feeling it so smooth for the first time since puberty, it made sense why. I could sit there and stroke it all day, but I had more pressing matters to attend to.
I hadn’t checked my phone, but the water started getting cold, so I figured it was time to get ready for what was to come. I stood up and grabbed a towel off the shelf and started drying myself off quickly as I walked back to the mirror. I pulled the lingerie back out to look at it. It was beautiful and sexy. It was a flowy, pink babydoll top with a back bra to layer underneath with a matching pair of panties. I fastened on the bra and pulled on the panties. One thing I hadn’t noticed upon inspection; they were crotchless. I figured it was the work of my friends because I didn’t remember that detail when I first saw it in the mall. I’d have to remember to thank them later.
I slipped on the top and looked at my body in the mirror. My boobs were barely contained and now neither were my nether regions.The more I looked at myself, the more excited I got. There was a man on the other side of that door which was about to accept me and love me in a way I had never felt. Just the thought of it made me blush. And not just in my face. I pulled my hair out of the bun I had contained it in and let the curls cascade down my shoulders in that just-woke-up-but-still-look-amazing way. For the finishing touch, I spritzed on the perfume. I took one final look at myself in the mirror. I was pretty proud of what I saw. Just then I realized the tune of a song I recognized was coming from the other side of the door. Well, it was now or never. I reached for the knob and slowly opened the door to a wonderful surprise.
I looked around the room to see candles everywhere. There must have been fifty white candles of various shapes and sizes placed all around the room. With the lights off and moonlight shining through the window, the candlelight flickered and danced on all the furniture and looked like stars had fallen only to land in our presence.
How long was I in there?
Thank you for reading the first part of my two-part (possibly three part) story of many possibilities for what is hopeful to come. I hope to add to my collection as time goes on, and one day I’ll convince my husband to add to the collection with me. I’ll always make time to write stories with him. 😉