Chapter 9

Jeanette Wyndom remembered her wedding day. It had been on a Saturday, and her father had presided.

Jeanette stood staring into the mirror. She was in the church dressing room where the choir robes hung, but the room had been turned into her own personal dressing room. She looked in the mirror at the white gown she wore. Her sweet young face smiled back in her reflection.

She was alone for the first time in weeks. Her mother had been her constant companion as they made preparations for the wedding. Her mother had gone out to borrow something to complete the custom of something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue. Jeanette's mood was blue as she faced the fact of her maturity. She wanted her childhood back and it made her sad. She was happy that she was marrying Ed, but there had been so much anticipation and tension as the wedding day grew near that she now felt a letdown.

She smiled as she looked around the room and remembered her run-in with the choir leader. She laughed as she recalled how ridiculous her father had seemed then. The thought of her honeymoon flashed into her brain, and although it would be somewhat of a rerun, the whole idea excited her.

She sat down in a hard wooden chair and ran her hand up her thighs to her pantied crotch. She rubbed tentatively, not sure that it was the proper thing to do at this time and in this place. But it felt good, so she continued to rub in slow circular motions across her cunt. She felt her clitoris perk up as the lips moved with her pulling and rubbing.

She pulled her sheer panties off. She held them to her nose and smelled the scent of sex mixed with the flower scent of her bath powder. Then, lifting her dress clear, she sat down bare-assed on the chair. The cold wood made her think twice about what she was planning to do, but her mood seemed to demand some corrective action. She pulled her dress up and looked down at the neatly trimmed triangle of hair between her legs. She caressed the magic area. Lightly, she tugged at her pubic hair, watching the white skin being pulled up and feeling the light nip of pain. Her breast heaved in a sigh and the juices began to flow within her cunt.

She let her brightly painted fingernail lead her finger down into the sparse jungle of her cunt hairs and between the lips of her pussy.

She spread the lips with her thumb and middle finger, leaving the middle finger to rub both sides of her little clitoris, which was rising to the occasion and pumping impulses of pleasure to the rest of her body.

She started rubbing harder, making the clitoris jump and vibrate. Soon she felt the quiver of her first small orgasm, and then her whole body shook and heaved as she reached the big one. Just in time, too, because her mother was coming in.

Jeanette dropped her dress and flung the panties into the waist basket.

"What's the scent, dear? A new cologne?" her mother asked, sniffing the air.

"Yes, Mother. What did you borrow?"

"Oh just this sex manual. But I don't know how you'll wear it."

Jeanette laughed. "I'll memorize the first line and keep it in mind."

"Really, I got this book because I couldn't bear to tell you the facts of life myself. It's so embarrassing," her mother said sheepishly.

"That's OK, Mom. I've picked up a few hints as I've gone alone. And I'm sure Ed will tell me anything I don't know."

"Yes, I'm afraid so. Men are like that."

They looked at each other and listened. The organist was playing the entrance music. So Jeanette walked solemnly into the church where the people were waiting. Her thighs slid together wetly as she walked. She felt relaxed and warm as her father performed the ceremony.

After the wedding, she and Ed left for their honeymoon.

"Wow, it's a relief to get that over with," Ed said as they drove down the highway.

"I guess you built up a lot of tension in the last days, since we couldn't be together and you had to make all the honeymoon arrangements."

"Yeah," he replied. "I'm wound up as tight as a watch spring."

"Let me bring you quick relief," she said seductively.

"I'm sorry, honey, but we can't stop. We've got a long drive ahead of us."

Without a further word she reached down and unzipped his pants. She pulled out his soft prick, which was heavy in her hands even without being erect. "You just concentrate on your driving and leave the relieving to me," she told him.

He tightened both hands on the steering wheel. "You can try, but I don't think I can feel very sexy at sixty miles an hour on the highway."

As he spoke, his prick responded quite positively to her warm wet mouth. It slowly became erect, pushing against the back of her throat, forcing her to withdraw a little.

He squinted at the road in an effort to concentrate on driving. She did her best to drive him wild with hot licks and nips. She moved her hands up and down the long shaft. She was determined to milk him quickly and taste the sperm she had been wanting for days.

He moved his hips up and down as much as he could considering his position. He tried, but failed, to concentrate on his driving. He kept the car on the road by pure luck as she brought him to a spewing climax that drained him and made his eyesight blur.

She was smacking her lips and milking him of the last of his slippery white cum when he noticed the speedometer. It was sitting on the red line at one hundred and ten. He let off quickly on the accelerator and tweaked her nose.

"You little devil, you're going to get us both killed," he said.

"Some people think that marriage is a lot like death anyway."

"Yeah," Ed answered. "I can see their point, but let's vow right now to never let our marriage get boring, OK?"

She nodded and gave him a salty kiss.