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Firsts For Amanda (NSFW)

September 24, 2018

Amanda lay in bed listening to the moans of the woman in the next room.  They were honeymooners, just like she and Jack were. The other couple had arrived at the hotel at the same time as Jack and Amanda. And that night, as Amanda lay in bed nestled close to Jack, savoring the bittersweet pain of her torn hymen, she heard the other woman cry out. 

 

First there was the sound of something hard banging rhythmically against the shared wall, over and over for several minutes, then a series of muffled noises that sounded like low moans and gasps, and then she heard the other young woman's voice cry out "oh oh oh!"

 

She's just lost her hymen, Amanda thought. Just like me. She herself had cried out, softly, when Jack first 
entered her with his penis. She wondered if the other woman had heard the low, gasping sob.

 

Thankfully, it hadn't lasted long. Jack had wormed his thing up inside her, as her moist vagina secreted an oily lubricant that eased the way, and then he had thrust in and out a dozen times and lay still. He kissed her and said "Now you are a woman." She snuggled into his arms and whimpered, crying softly to herself, hot tears spilling down her cheeks. Yes, now she was a woman, a married woman, and she might have a baby. It was just like Aunt Matilda had told her it would be, when they had their little talk before the wedding.

 

Aunt Matilda had explained that on her wedding night Jack would take off his clothes and lie naked on her, 
and place his babymaker inside her. And then something would spurt out into her, and it might make a baby and it might not. They would keep trying until a baby was made.

 

She had explained that it might hurt at first. It probably would. She would get used to it, and might even come to enjoy it in time. And eventually (this was the greatest secret of all) she might feel a great rapture of ecstasy like...nothing she had ever felt before. But one had to be patient. It might be years before she felt it, and even then she might not be sure what it was.

 

"Jack will know what to do, dear. All you need do is lie on your back and spread your legs open, so that he 
may enter you. Don't be frightened."

 

"I won't be frightened, Aunt Matilda," Amanda whispered in a quavering voice. But she was.

 

And then Matilda put on her bonnet and stepped out to where her carriage was waiting at the curb, the horse patiently chewing at a bucket of oats, and drove away.  The wedding was a gala affair. Amanda's parents spared no expense. There was champagne at a hurried reception afterward, and then the wedding party raced to the train station, where Jack and Amanda, giddy and waving madly at their friends, boarded the train to San Francisco.

 

They had a pleasant trip. They had a private car, and the porter brought them coffee. The scenic view out the window was wonderful.

 

Finally they arrived in San Francisco and made their way to the hotel.

 

It was in the hotel lobby that they saw the other couple. They were young, like Jack and Amanda, and obviously in love. The man was tall and handsome, with a mustache. The woman was smaller and delicate.

 

"That must be the other honeymoon couple, they go in 3C," the hotel manager said to a porter, pointing them out.

 

Jack signed his name in the ledger and she signed hers: 
Mrs. John Avery.

 

A porter took them up to their small honeymoon suite on the third floor and she noticed that 3C, the room the other couple was to occupy, was right next-door. Perhaps they might meet the other couple. It would be nice to have someone to dine with at meals.

 

They unpacked a little, leaving most of it for the maid. The little suite had its own bathroom, and Amanda had a good soak in the tub, knowing that an impatient Jack must be in a frenzy waiting for her to finish.  After she dried herself off she put on the heavy nightgown Aunt Matilda had bought for her, and over it a lacy peignoir. She inspected her hair in the fogged up mirror. It was a wreck, and it took some effort to fix it. A woman only had one wedding night and she had to look perfect.

 

Jack rapped impatiently at the door, for the third time in an hour.

 

"Coming," Amanda said. She realized that she was afraid to open the door. As soon as she realized this she knew she had to make an effort to be brave and she opened it and stepped out.

 

Jack was waiting for her. He took in her costume appreciatively, with a smile, and gave her a kiss. Not a deep kiss, like the ones he had started giving her after they became engaged, that inflamed her down to the tips of her toes. Just a little peck on the lips. And then he let himself into the bathroom and shut the door.

 

She hung up the peignoir and pulled back the covers and got into bed. She was wearing nothing but the soft flannel nightgown, and there was nothing under it, just as Aunt Matilda had instructed her. She could feel the flannel rubbing the soft tips of her breasts. Jack was finally going to touch them, in a few minutes, not just squeeze them through her clothes as she had permitted him a few blissful times.

 

She heard voices, and a closet door shutting, and gave a startled look around the room. Then she realized that it was coming from the room next door. Evidently the wall between the two rooms was not too thick!

 

Was it the other honeymoon couple? Amanda couldn't make out their words, just the tone of the voices. It sounded like them, from what she had heard of them in the lobby. She recognized the man's hearty baritone laugh and wondered what they might have to laugh about on their wedding night. It was a solemn occasion, surely. Wasn't he as scared as she and Jack were? She could tell Jack was nervous.

 

Then she had an awful thought. If she could hear the couple in the next room, did that mean that they could hear Jack and Amanda? In a few minutes she and Jack were going to make love for the first time. Would they be able to tell? She blushed deep red at the thought. Why didn't they have more privacy? Didn't the hotel know it was their wedding night?

 

But perhaps that was why the hotel had placed them together on the same floor. It was the other couple's honeymoon too, and the man with the mustache would be doing the same thing to his darling little bride that Jack would soon be doing to Amanda.She would not need to blush (well, not very much) when she saw the other woman in the hotel restaurant, or fear that she and Jack were the object of their whispers and laughter. They shared the same secret.

 

At last Jack came out of the bathroom, wearing a robe over pajamas. He doused the gaslight on the mantle, and then laid his robe aside on a chair, in the dark. Then he slid next to her in the big soft bed. Amanda had never shared a bed with a man before."Darling," he whispered, and then their mouths met in a deep kiss.

 

Amanda's head swam with excitement and panic as he pulled her close and embraced her. She felt his warm strong arms encircle her. His tongue was in her mouth, and one of his big hands slid down her back to stroke her buttocks. She reflexively reached back to seize his hand and stop him, and then remembered that it was her wedding night. Aunt Matilda had told her that Jack would touch her and that she was to permit it, even if it felt strange. It did feel strange. 

 

Jack's hand gave one of her buttocks a gentle squeeze and she almost cried out in surprise, whimpering into his mouth. No man should ever touch you there... but it felt exciting. The touch of his hands was thrilling.He unbuttoned her nightgown. "No, Jack, wait," she said.

 

He kissed her. "Wait for what? It's our wedding night."

 

"It all feels so strange."

 

"It's new to me, too, dear."

 

They kissed some more, and as Amanda began to relax she felt his hands pulling at her nightgown again. She had to sit up to let him remove it, and she did. Under the nightgown she was naked, and she quickly hid herself under the covers as soon as the nightgown was thrown aside. Jack was removing his pajamas. The light was out and the room was dark, but there was a little glimmer of moonlight coming in from the windows overlooking the bay, and now that her eyes had adapted she could see his shadowy form as he stripped off his pajama top. She could see the outline of his naked torso.

 

Then he sat on the side of the bed and removed his pajama bottoms. She could see only his outline in the darkness, and could not make out what his naked body looked like as he slid back under the covers with her.He was naked now, and so was she. They lay about a foot apart in the bed, breathing hard.

 

He held her hand and moved close, until she could feel his hot breath on her cheek. "Dearest," he murmured. "Did they tell you what to do? Do you know what we are going to do?"

 

"I think so," she quavered. "I think I know." Aunt Matilda's instructions had been embarrassingly explicit.

 

"Do you want to get on me?" she said.

 

He pulled her close. "Not yet, dearest." Then he smothered her face with hot kisses. She felt his hands stroking up and down her body, touching her back, her bottom, her arms, her thighs. He kissed her throat and then her shoulders. His lips wandered down her neck and brushed the upper part of her breasts, and then they fastened on one of her nipples, and his hands came up and each one clasped one of her full breasts.

 

He licked her nipple and she felt it tingling as it stiffened. His fingers squeezed her breasts.

 

"They are so big and full," he whispered in her ear. "They are beautiful."

 

She thrilled to hear him praise her naked breasts. Her friends at school had thought them rather biggish, and laughingly called her corseted figure "well-endowed", and she had wondered what he would think of them when they were finally unveiled on this night.

 

He licked and nipped and sucked on her breasts and she felt them grow warm, swollen and taut, tingling with excitement.Her nipples grew hard and he tweaked them with his fingertips.

 

"Oh!" she murmured in surprise as he flicked a hard nipple and she felt an electric thrill course through her breast. Then she wondered in embarrassment if the woman in the next room could hear her.

 

"What is it, darling?"

 

"You may do that some more," she said, blushing.

 

He flicked her taut nipples again, over and over, and she luxuriated in the strange and wonderful new sensation. Her nipples were so hard and sensitive. Her breasts grew warmer as he fondled them. She could feel little beads of perspiration forming in the cleavage between them.

 

She stroked his strong back with her hands, feeling his muscles, and wondered if she should do more. There was more that she could be doing but she did not know what it was. Aunt Matilda had hinted only that she would learn.

 

One of Jack's hands stroked her belly and slid down to touch her thighs. Then he tried he slide it in between her thighs. They were tightly clasped, and she realized that she should be opening them for him on this night so she parted them slightly. His hand slid in and found her moist heaven.

 

"Ah...", Amanda gasped. He was touching her there, where she never touched herself. She had made sure to wash it good when she bathed earlier, knowing that he would touch it and wanting him to be pleased with what he found. She parted her legs some more. His hand clasped her fat little vagina.

 

It was hot and damp. One finger stroked gently up and down the rim of her outer lips. Her labia, the doctor had called them. She felt a most intense excitement there. Something down there was swelling and wanted desperately to be touched.

 

She recoiled in pain when he found it. His fingertip hit the tip of her swollen clitoris and she gave a 
startled jump and a muffled shriek. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Did I hurt you?"

 

"You must be very gentle there. It is very tender." She didn't know what it was, but it was tender. And there was something pleasing about the fact that he had found it.  His hand caressed her vulva more gently now. She wanted him to touch that tender spot again, but more gently; and he did. She felt a feather touch brush it, and she gasped. It felt better this time.

 

It was a long time before it occurred to Amanda to wonder who taught Jack to touch a woman. It was all new to her. Had she known that an older cousin had permitted Jack to feel inside her undergarments and 
fondle her through the slit in her bloomers, and taught him some of the rudiments of the art of love, she would have been deeply shocked. Amanda had never even permitted a man to kiss her until Jack.

 

She felt his gentle fingertips sliding in her moist secretions, up and down her slit. There seemed to be some obstruction to his movements and she realized that her vulva was swollen up and her labia were sticking out in excitement like her nipples.

 

So this is love, she thought, as Jack's hand caressed her hot, swollen mound of Venus.

 

She was eager and trembling for Jack to climb on her now. She wanted to feel his babymaker touch her thing. "Oh Jack," she whispered. "Oh Jack." She parted her legs wider in invitation.

 

She stroked his back with her hands and one hand touched his smooth, fleshy buttock. She snatched it back as though it was burned. She didn't know if a wife was supposed to touch her husband like that. Jack climbed over her legs and lay on top of her. His face covered hers and his