My First Time

Christmas Bride

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Christmas Bride
Virgins, Lillian and Bill;  get married during the Christmas of 1954.

Based on a post by JupiterMars.

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December 1954, Near New Haven Connecticut

Christmas Moonlight by the Glenn Miller Band played on the

RCA Victor radio as Lillian O'Brady looked at herself in the full-length
mirror. She was happy with the way she looked in her wedding dress. The sleeveless,
tea-length gown gave her a flirtatious and fun look but not so much that she
gave away traditional modesty. The slender bodice and fuller skirt emphasized
the curves of her chest and hips.

She had made the dress herself from a McCall's pattern and

was very proud of how it came out. Not only did it compliment her body but also
her frugal lifestyle. As she pivoted around to check all the angles there was a
knock at the door.

"It's time for your hair. Can we come in?" a

familiar voice asked.

"Sure," Lillian responded.

Moments later her older sister Susie and her mother Faye

walked into the room.

"Oh you look simply beautiful," Faye said as Susie

picked up a brush and got to work on Lillian's hair.

Faye took both of Lillian's hands and held them out.

"To be honest, I wasn't sure about you making your own wedding dress, but
it came out superb. I guess my idea of a wedding gown is all frills and bows,
but you look divine in a simple dress."

Lillian smiled, "Thank you. Do you think Bill will like

it?"

"Oh of course he will," Faye responded.

"Yeah, every guy in the church is going to be jealous

that he bagged such a doll," her sister added as she worked out some small
imperfections in her hair.

"Thanks," Lillian said again this time with a bit

of a nervous smile.

"Oh honey, are you worried?" her mother asked.

Lillian gave a little nod.

"Don't be. Bill's a wonderful guy. He's handsome,

responsible, has a good job and loves you very much."

"I know, I know, it's not that? "

"Well is it the reception? Don't worry about that,

you've planned it perfectly. And a Christmas wedding is always special. Not
only does it add to this holiday but you will remember it fondly for every
Christmas to come."

"No, it's not that."

"It's the sex isn't it?" Her sister blurted out smirking.

Lillian bit her lower lip and looked down in silent

acknowledgment of Susie's guess.

"Oh dear, Lilian, why are you worrying about that on

this wonderful day?" asked her mother.

"I don't know, I've nothing to relate it to and don't

know what to expect."

"Well, it's the most natural thing a man and a woman

can do so you shouldn't worry about it."

"Unless it hurts," her sister jumped in.

Lillian's look turned concerned, "What do you

mean?"

"Well, when me and Bob first did it; it felt like I was

getting stabbed with a piece of wood down there. We spent the whole night
trying to get it in. It took weeks before I could get comfortable with
it."

"Stop it Susie. Don't scare your little sister on her

wedding day," Faye interjected. "Lillian, not every woman is like
that. That wasn't my experience or your aunt's. To be honest, when your father
gets me going I get so wet down there a Studebaker could slide through."

"Who's doing the scaring now Mom?" said Susie.

"We don't need to hear about you and dad."

That comment broke the tension and made Lillian giggle. She

then asked, "But what if he doesn't like my body? Or if I'm bad at it? Or
something embarrassing happens?"

"Darling, never fear your own body. And you're the

woman, when it comes to sex there's not much you can do that's bad or
embarrassing."

"Um again not true," her sister commented as she

put the finishing touches on Lillian's hair. "One time I went to straddle
Bob and I accidentally kneed him right in the testicles. He was in pain for
days."

"Susie please stop it. You're not helping."

"Okay Mom, you're right," Susie said.

"Lillian, the only thing you should worry about is if he finishes before
you even get going."

"That's it," her mother said loudly. "I'm

ending this conversation."

In a calming voice, Faye looked Lillian in the eyes and

said, "Honey losing your virginity is a big deal. Having sex is a big
deal. It's normal to be nervous, but that's part of the experience. When you
have sex you're naked and exposed and feel vulnerable but at the same time you
know you're safe and comfortable with the one you love. All those feelings
blend inside of you to create a sense of anticipation like nothing else you've
ever felt. And when done right nothing else makes you feel so complete, so
loved, and so happy."

Lillian smiled at her mother, "Thanks Mom."

"You're welcome,'' her mother assured before looking at

her watch. "Oh my, we've got to be going. You look perfect. Get your shoes
on while I have Aunt Margaret bring the car around."

As Lillian slipped her feet into her white shoes Susie said,

"Don't worry about it little sister. You two are going to be alone in that
Vermont cabin for a week. I'm sure you'll figure it out."

"You think?"

"Of course. A week of skiing and sex, what better way

to learn the 'ins and outs' of intercourse?"

Both women giggled before their mother yelled, "Hurry

up, we don't want to be late."

The car ride to the church was quick and quiet. This left

Lillian to mull over the earlier conversation. It seemed odd that it was her
square mother that had talked about the positives of sex and her hipster older
sister who talked about the negatives. Who was she to believe?

Her preoccupation continued in the backroom of the church as

her mother helped her put on her veil and white satin gloves. After the
reception, she and Bill would spend their first night together. Their first sex
would surely happen there. He must be expecting it. What if everything on this
day is perfect until that point and then something bad happens with the sex? It
would ruin everything. Her troublesome thoughts were interrupted when she heard
the organ begin to play.

Her father appeared in the room to walk her down the aisle.

"Go!" her mother whispered. "And don't slouch!"

The advice reminded Lillian of the many times her mother had

corrected her posture. She was right to do so here, if she slouched in this
dress it would have ruined the look she had planned for. And if her mother was
right about her posture she was probably right about the sex too.

The church was decorated for the season, with tent-draped

garland accented with berries and classic red ribbon. Elegant glass ornaments
were added to the chandeliers and the altar was framed with evergreens adorned with
white lights. At the center of the altar was Bill.

He looked great in his black three-piece suit and grinned as

she approached. 'So manly' she thought. Not just in his good looks but in who
he was. He always treated others fairly, honored his commitments, and made
sound decisions. He was a man she could be comfortable with and knew she would
be safe with.

When she arrived next to him, in a carefully choreographed

motion, he lifted her veil. Gazing into her eyes he smiled a nervous but
excited smile. She held his gaze as the minister started speaking.

The service seemed to go very quickly. She heard the minister's

voice but didn't hear what he was saying. Before she knew it Bill was saying
his vows. Then it was her turn to say hers. A moment later they were pronounced
man and wife. The minister held up some mistletoe and told Bill that he could
kiss his bride. And after a wonderful kiss to the sound of applause, they were
married.

As Lillian walked down the aisle with her now husband Bill,

all the attendees rang Christmas bells that they had been given when they
arrived. It was an exciting sound, one which matched the festive season but
also marked change. It was the beginning of their life together.

The receiving line was traditional but arduous. At the end

was her Aunt Margaret, her mother's older sister. Lillian expected the same,
'you are a beautiful bride' compliment. She was surprised, however, when her
aunt said, "Your mother told me about your concern."

Lillian hoped she was not talking about her sex concerns,

but knew it would be just like her mother to kibitz with her aunt. Before
Lillian could say anything Margaret started,

"Yeah and I want to tell you a little story. A few

years ago I had no idea what your Uncle Carl was getting me for Christmas. I
kept finding brochures about vacuum cleaners, Hoovers, Kirby's, and Electrolux.
So I started thinking he is going to get me a vacuum cleaner. I was getting all
worked up, 'like he probably thinks he's doing me a favor and that I will like
it.' But I'm not going to like a vacuum cleaner as a Christmas gift. I'll end
up getting mad at him on Christmas Day right in front of the kids. Anyway,
Christmas came and I was all tense and ready for something unpleasant. Then he
handed me this small box and in it was a silver bracelet. It was the nicest
self-inflicted surprise of my life. So what I'm saying is when it comes to sex
sometimes you think you're getting a vacuum cleaner but you end up with a
silver bracelet."

Lillian was taken aback. She was not surprised that her aunt

had no compunction about saying something embarrassing, yet that didn't prevent
her from being caught not knowing how to respond. She looked at her aunt's
face, patted one of her hands, and smiled. "Thank you Auntie. I can always
count on you to say something profound."

Before Margret could respond, Bill saved his bride.

"Come along dear, we need to get to the reception," he said, hooking
his arm under hers and hurrying her out the door.

The cold winter's air nipped at her exposed skin. "Burr,

it's cold," she gasped as they jogged down the snow-covered sidewalk.
"Careful I can't run in this dress!"

Bill's Chevrolet Bel Air 4-door sedan was parked at the curb

just ahead, decorated with a 'just married' sign, holiday-colored crepe paper,
and a dozen Campbell's soup cans tied to the rear bumper. Lillian's
brother-in-law, Bob, had the engine running and held the rear door open
allowing them a quick escape from the cold.

They settled into the backseat and as soon as the door

closed Lilian slid close to her new husband, her voice was sweet, "We're
married now."

"Best Christmas present I could ever want," he

replied before kissing her passionately.

They had kissed plenty of times before but this felt

different. Maybe it was the excitement of the day, maybe it was knowing that
they were now committed to each other. Or maybe it was knowing that much more
physical activity was on the way. Lilian felt her heart race and butterflies in
her stomach. The passion was cut short when Bob got into the driver's seat and
slammed the door shut.

"Here we go kids," he said.

Lillian laughed as he jerked the car into traffic. She knew

that Bob was the type who would organize a horn-honking chase through town as
they made their way to the reception. She and Bill had talked about it, and
neither wanted such a parade but agreed to it because it gave them a few
minutes of alone time in the middle of the festivities.

The Allen was a small hotel but it was perfectly equipped

for the reception. Its snow-covered 1920s architecture gave the perfect
Christmas aesthetic and the medium-sized dining and dancing room matched the
couple's guest list and modest budget.

The room was an elegant blend of romance and holiday

festive. Greenery was hung near the tables adding a subtle scent of winter. In
one corner was the band wearing matching red and green vests. In the other
corner was a well-stocked bar and a Santa-looking bartender. An overabundance
of twinkle lights strung along the ceiling basked the room with a cozy white
glow.

The reception kicked off with the bride and groom dancing to

a rendition of Baby, It's Cold Outside. They danced beautifully
together. Bill held her close to him, his hand rested lightly in the middle of
her naked back, and her arm slipped around his neck.

"You have a lovely figure," he said.

Lilian gazed up at him and smiled. The twinkling light

glistened in her gray eyes. "I'm glad you like it."

When the dance ended they were once again serenaded by the

sound of the Christmas bells that they had given to the guests.

The next hour was a flurry of activity. Between dinner,

conversation and photos everyone was active. The booze flowed easily and the
room echoed with laughter. By the time it came to cut the cake it was obvious
to Lillian that everyone was having a good time.

After the cake, the band got everybody out on the dance

floor. They played the perfect balance of fun and fast with slow and romantic.
They even mixed in Christmas songs such as Winter Wonderland, Merry
Christmas Baby, and Let it Snow. It was the perfect way to
blend the happiness of the event with the joy of the season.

Before Lillian knew it, it was late and the crowd began to

thin. She was busy saying goodbyes when she heard the band play their last song
and wish everyone a Merry Christmas. She looked up and saw Bill talking to his
cousins. She noticed how splendid he looked even at the end of the night. All
the other men had taken off their coats and loosened their ties, but not Bill.
He looked just as good as he had at the ceremony. At that moment she knew she
was ready, ready to be with him, ready to share her body with him, and
momentarily they would be doing just that.

That's when she heard her mother hollering. She looked over

to see her sister happily slouched in a seat on the corner of the dance floor.
Her husband Bob was trying unsuccessfully to get her to her feet. Lillian
walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong, I'll tell you what's wrong," her

mother Faye cackled. "Your sister has had too much champagne and your poor
brother-in-law can't get her back to their room."

Lillian was about to offer assistance when Bill appeared at

her side and said, "Can I help?"

"Oh Bill, thank you so much," Lillian's mother

exclaimed. "Both you girls are lucky to have such good men as
husbands."

Lillian gave Bill a little kiss and then whispered,

"Thank you. I'll be in the room waiting for you."

"Okay," he replied with an odd look.

As Bill and Bob got her sister on her feet she seemed to

regain some of her senses. She looked at Bill then looked at Lillian and
drunkenly giggled, "You two have fun tonight."

Suzie leaned into Lillian and whispered, "One piece of

advice, be on top."

"Okay, Okay that's enough," Her mother crowed.

"Boys let's get her to her room before she does something really
embarrassing."

Lillian made her way to their room and back-flopped onto the

bed as soon as the door was shut. She giggled to herself, she hadn't had that
much fun in a long time. The ceremony, the reception, the dancing, and the
champagne made it a perfect day. This was the perfect time to finally have sex.
She felt ready, maybe even excited about it. She thought, 'I'll get naked and
be waiting for Bill. He'll love that. Opening the door to find me ready for
sex. Yes, that is what I'll do. I'll just close my eyes and rest for a few
minutes first.'

Lillian woke with a startle. She didn't know where she was.

She sat up and found Bill sleeping next to her. She then realized she was still
in her wedding dress. That's when it hit her, she'd fallen asleep waiting for
Bill. When he got to the room he must've crawled up next to her rather than
waking her up.

A feeling of dread overcame her. She had ruined the night by

falling asleep. They were supposed to have their first sex on their wedding
night but they didn't. They didn't because she'd fallen asleep. She felt
horrible.

She began shaking him, "Bill wake up. Wake up Bill.

Wake up."

Groggily he rose to consciousness, "Wha. What is

it?"

"I fell asleep. I fell asleep and now it's

morning."

"Umm; Okay?"

"No, not okay. We were supposed to have sex. We were

supposed to consummate our marriage. Why didn't you wake me up when you got
back to the room?"

Now fully awake he could see Lillian's distress, "You

were sound asleep. It was a big day, a busy day. It's understandable that you
were tired. I was tired too."

"But we're supposed to have our first sex on our

wedding night!"

"Says who?"

That question made her stumble, "I don't know who but I

know that's what they say."

With a calming tone, he said, "Honey, it's okay.

There's no rule or tradition that says you have to do it on your wedding night.
We can do it tonight, or tomorrow night. We're married now so we have every
night for the rest of our lives to do it."

His sincere tone and soothing words settled her emotions.

"So you're not mad?"

"Of course not."

"What about disappointed?"

"No," he replied as he pulled her into a hug.

"Now stop fretting. Let's get cleaned up and on the road. The mountains of
Vermont await."

Lillian felt better knowing her husband seemed okay with

missing wedding night sex but she couldn't help but be disappointed in herself.
She felt as if she had ruined the perfect opportunity for their first sex.

The remainder of the morning was busy. Lillian and Bill

cleaned up, had breakfast, and checked out of the hotel. After that, they
packed the car for their ski retreat honeymoon and headed out.

Lillian watched the Vermont countryside roll by. The blend

of snow and ice added a beautiful and magical glow to the outside. She saw men
shoveling their driveways and children sledding. She acknowledged that this was
her future now. She had a husband and that made her a wife. Soon there would be
a home and kids and with any luck domestic bliss.

It was something she looked forward to, but there was still

the sex part. She couldn't have kids without sex. She knew she shouldn't worry
but she couldn't help but have doubts. Their first night was a bust. What if
the next time was a bust as well? What if she didn't like it? What if she
disappoints him? What if she couldn't get past her nervousness? She sat quietly
with her worries.

The final thirty miles was treacherous mountain driving with

narrow roads and sharp turns. The last mile was not so much a plowed road as it
was packed snow with tire ruts.

"We're here," Bill said as he pulled up to a

snow-capped cabin.

It was a modest single-level log cabin with a wraparound

porch and a large chimney. It was surrounded by towering pine trees whose
branches sagged under the weight of fresh snow. Trails for both cross-country
skiing and snowshoeing started right off the yard. Beyond the property was an
amazing view of the Green Mountains.

"It's breathtaking," Lillian exclaimed as she

stood by the car and took in the landscape.

"It's just as nice on the inside," Bill said,

taking her by the hand and leading her to the front door.

Lillian was noticing the pine wreath with a silver bell on

the front door when Bill swept her off her feet. The feel of a strong arm under
her knees and another across her back made her giggle with excitement. She
wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her head against his as he carried
her across the threshold, then gave him a little kiss before he set her down.

The cabin was as elegant as it was cozy. The kitchen,

dining, and living space were all in one big room, with the grand fireplace as
the centerpiece. There was a tree with white lights set up in the corner, the
windows were accented with garland and the tables were adorned with pinecones
and candles. Over the fireplace was another pine wreath, this one adorned with
red ribbon and there were stockings hung from the mantle.

"Oh, Bill, I love it. I couldn't have picked a better

place for a honeymoon."

He took her in his arms and hugged her, "I was hoping

you would like it."

"I can unpack the car if you want to get the fireplace

going," she suggested.

"Sounds good."

They went straight to work and before long the car was

unloaded and Bill had a roaring fire going.

"Oh perfect, so comfy," Lillian said. "The

only thing left are the skis tied to the roof. Could you get those?"

"Sure"

While Bill did that she placed a large red and green

crocheted blanket in front of the fire and then poured two glasses of wine.
After putting the skis on the porch rack he came inside to find his wife
sitting on the blanket with drinks in hand."

"Well, don't you look delightful."

Lillian responded with a smile. "Take off your shoes

and jacket and join me."

"I never got to tell you how beautiful you look in your

wedding dress."

"Why thank you. You were pretty dashing yourself."

Bill took his glass, raised it, and offered a toast,

"To us."

"To husband and wife," she added.

After the clink of the glass, they took a drink and kissed a

soft delicate kiss.

When they separated Bill asked, "Do you want to try and

get some skiing in or have an early dinner?"

"Well to be honest I don't want to do either,"

Lillian said coyly.

"What do you have in mind?"

She felt a strange tingle in her stomach before saying,

"Right now, I feel like consummating our marriage."

"Oh. Oh. Oh my. Um Okay," Bill replied with a

jitter. "Should we move to the bedroom?"

"I was hoping we could try right here. It's very

romantic."

Bill replied, "Shu, sure." This time sounding even

jitterier than before.

That's when Lillian realized Bill must be as nervous as she

was, possibly even more so. That must be why he was okay with her falling
asleep after the reception. It took the pressure off him to perform on their
wedding night. The realization was comforting. Knowing that he was as anxious
as she was evened the expectations, relieved her stress, and made her more
confident.

Lillian took a long drink of her wine, then leaned back and

set the glass on an end table out of the way. Bill did likewise before moving
close and bringing his lips to hers. The kiss started soft and gentle but
escalated quickly. Her tongue slid forward seeking, then finding his. She
squeezed Bill tighter as their tongues danced. She could feel her heart beating
strongly and a tight sensation in her breasts.

She also felt a quivering sensation in her womanhood. She

knew this must be sexual arousal. The memory of her mother saying, 'I get so
wet down there a Studebaker could slide through,' made Lillian giggle into
Bill's mouth.

He pulled away and looked apprehensive, "Did I do

something wrong?"

Lillian blushed, "No not at all. I guess I'm nervous

and excited at the same time."

When he replied, "Well that makes both of us," she

knew everything was going to be alright. They were both tense but stimulated,
unsure but eager. It was a feeling like no other and one that they would
experience together.

When their kiss resumed Bill was more assertive. She felt

his fingertips trace across her cheek and up her forehead allowing him to
lightly brush her chestnut hair aside. His lips moved to her jawline then to
the base of her neck, before fluttering his tongue on the hollow of her throat.
Lillian let out a sexy sigh as chills ran up her spine.

When he began nibbling on her earlobe she started

involuntarily squirming her hips. Her legs became restless and she moaned,
"Yes Bill, just like that, just like that."

Lillian rolled her head around until her mouth found his

ear. She whispered, "Don't be shy. I'm your Christmas bride. I'm all
yours. We can do anything, you can touch anything, kiss anything."

Bill kissed her again and this time started exploring.

Lillian could feel his hand slip under her skirt and take a hold of her knee.
It wasn't there long before he slid it up her leg. Lillian's stomach tightened
when he moved past her stocking and touched the bare flesh of her inner thigh.
She barely had time to process the sensation before he moved to the crotch of
her panties. The quivering sensation she had felt down there before was now a
full-on ache. She moaned and pressed her hips down onto his hand.

Bills hand rubbed her panty-covered sex spot for a while

before moving to the zipper of her skirt. She repositioned to make it easy for
him to unzip the garment and push it down past her hips and off her legs. He
then grabbed the hem of her sweater and pulled it up and off with one quick
motion.

Lillian pushed Bill back to give herself enough space to

finish what he had started. Bill watched her intently as she reached behind,
unfastened her bra, tugged on the straps, and let it fall into her lap. She
then rolled each stocking off, before striking what she thought was a sexy pose
and suggested, "How about you finish unwrapping me?"

She was pretty sure she had stopped breathing as he reached

out and started pulling down her panties. She leaned back on her elbows and
raised her hips so he could easily get them off. When they were down to her
knees she sat back down and lifted her legs. Once they were gone she lay back
and let her husband take a good long look at her naked form.

Bill moved on top of her and began kissing her again. While

their mouths moved sensuously Bill's free hand cupped one of her breasts. He
gently squeezed and massaged it as her erect nipple pressed into his palm.
Lillian was flooded with erotic sensations. Her mother was right, this was
unlike any other feeling she'd ever experienced. She was anxious but turned on,
exposed but comfortable, and intent to keep going.

He kissed his way downward, moving from her chin to her

neck, then to her chest before reaching her breast. His tongue began
tantalizing each nipple one at a time. Lillian was breathing heavily and
moaning. She rubbed her hands over his back feeling the coarse texture of his
sweater.

Bill pulled away from her soft mounds and looked at her with

eyes full of honesty, "I want to try something I've always wanted to
do."

Thinking she knew what he was talking about she responded by

biting her lower lip and nodding.

He bent down and put his head between her legs. His tongue

trailed from her inner thigh to her waiting pussy. He paused before giving her
outer labia a little kiss. She placed her hands on his shoulders to encourage
him further. He pressed his tongue into her and moved it upwards, slipping
between her folds and finishing near her clitoris. The shock of such intimate
contact made Lillian cry a loud, pleasure-filled moan.

She pulled her knees up and as far apart as she could. Her

breathing was irregular and she could feel a buzzing in her head. He swirled
his tongue around her vulva. He circled and probed, teasing her clit, her
opening, and all of her sensitive skin. She had no reference to say if he was
good at what he was doing but she knew it felt amazing. A moment later her
stomach did a little flip and her orgasm came.

She cried out loudly and clenched her eyes closed as the

first wave shot through her body. Her lower torso spasmed as another, more
powerful wave washed over her. Her back arched and her toes curled as she
experienced the excruciating pleasure of sexual release.

The sensations passed, and she lay there trying to wrestle

her breathing back to normal. Bill slid up her body and rested his head on her
stomach, content to let her enjoy the moment.

The warmth and crackle from the fireplace added to the

afterglow of her orgasm. 'There was nothing bad about this,' she thought. 'This
is fun, this is a gift and I'm ready for more.' She flexed her abdomen a few
times making Bill's head bounce. Understanding her cue, Bill lifted himself off
of her.

Lillian reached for his belt buckle and after several

moments of uncoordinated teamwork, Bill was naked. He was strong and lean with
a sexy patch of chest hair. Jutting out from the middle of his hips was his fiercely
erect penis. It didn't look like an instrument of pain or discomfort, to the
contrary, it looked masculine and sexy. It also confirmed that her husband was
just as excited with what was about to happen as she was.

"Lie on your back," she quietly instructed.

After he did so, she carefully knelt over his hips and

pressed her chest against his. Each let out a low moan as they experienced
full-body, skin-to-skin contact for the first time. They kissed again, this
time softly and tenderly. Lillian knew she was ready. She lifted off of him and
used her hand to position his penis at the entrance of her vagina. As soon as
it was there it began sliding in. She was surprised at how easy and natural it
happened.

Lillian then slowly and gently lowered herself down. The

feeling of his erection entering her was oddly uncomfortable but still radiated
a pleasurable sensation. When her inner thighs came to rest on his hips she
knew he was all the way in. She gave a deep sigh of satisfaction, knowing they
were here, they were having sex.

Bill reached up and cupped her hanging breasts. He gently

squeezed them and felt their weight in his hands. He was breathing heavily and
groaned, "Oh Lillian."

She beamed as she looked down at him, "Yes Bill. Me

too."

She felt full and warm as pleasure seemed to radiate from

all parts of her body. She began experimenting with movement. First, she went
up and down allowing Bill's cock to slide in and out. The friction felt
incredible but she wanted him deep inside her. She settled back down and
started rocking her hips. This gave her the 'full' feeling while allowing his
erection to move around in her pussy.

Eventually, she discovered that when she pressed her pubic

bone against his it would stimulate her clitoris. This felt exceptional. She
leaned forward, picked up speed, and ground down harder and harder. She could
feel tension building inside of her, a clenching feeling. Bill started pumping
his hips up and into her. This added new sensations to her already sexually
saturated body.

Bill began groaning loudly and his thrusts became stronger,

lifting her body. Lillian realized he was at his climax and felt an eruption of
joy. They had done it! They had sex and he was cumming inside of her. Sex
wasn't awful it was awesome! She was filled with a sense of happiness and
gratification, realizing all of her worry and anxiety was for naught.

Her second orgasm came. There was a bursting feeling

followed by body-quaking waves of incredible release. The pleasure was
all-consuming and euphoric.

When the haze of bliss cleared, she collapsed on top of him.

Bill wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. She felt safe and
satisfied, loved and happy.

Lillian smiled as she comfortably nestled herself into him.

'This was amazing' she thought. 'Being married and having someone to do this
with for the rest of my life was the greatest gift I could've ever received.'

"Merry Christmas," she whispered.

By JupiterMars

For Literotica.

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