Dinner was prepared amidst gales of laughter and teasing, for everything that could go wrong, did. The cookstove refused to light, and when finally it did, it belched smoke like a volcano. The steaks were burned, the potatoes under-done, and the salad had bugs in it. But somehow, it didn't matter. With the pop of the cork and the pouring of the celebratory champagne, it seemed to the now giddy bride that it was the finest meal she'd ever eaten.
And when at last the champagne was gone and the rum had vanished and it was time to go, Suzie was almost sorry it was over. Light-headed and laughing, she leaned against Jim as they walked out into the clearing again. It was dark now, with the hook of a new moon caught in the floor of the sky… but it was a warm darkness, with crickets chirruping close by, and it wasn't scary at all to her. Drunk with love and the unaccustomed alcohol, she looked back at Carl and Verna who were standing arm-in-arm on their porch.
'Good night, Mr. and Mrs. Monroe!' she said, waving to them. 'Thanks for everything!'
'And good night to you, Mrs. Halford,' her brother called back. He was grinning crookedly, and she could tell he'd had more than his usual amount of alcohol. He was drunk!
'Don't do anything I wouldn't do!' Verna added, and even that slightly risque remark seemed funny to Suzie right then. Starting down the path to their own cottage, she nuzzled closely against Jim and mentioned to him how happy she was that they'd decided to stay later than she'd first planned. Yes, and she thought to herself that Verna wasn't anything like her mother had labeled her; her mother was an old ninny, that's all. And Jim Halford was a very nice, very handsome, very urbane husband whom she found herself loving more and more each step she took…
With arms encircling each other's waist, they climbed the steps of their porch and entered the small, three- room cabin. It was, fittingly enough, a twin of Carl's and Verna's cottage, and lived up to the color brochures as much as anything lives up to its advertising: nicely decorated in the rustic, woodsy notion of bare walls, beam ceilings, and black wrought iron legs on wooden tables and chairs. The carpet was a grass fiber matting which tickled when Suzie threw off her thongs and stood barefooted, and it extended throughout the living room, kitchenette, and the double-bed bedroom that was across from the tiny shower and toilet alcove.
Once inside and with the door shut, Jim drew his young blonde bride to him before she could reach the light switch. His lips found hers and he pressed his mouth wetly down, grinding tightly against her lips. She felt herself go limp, then the soft eagerness of his tongue bid for entry and she gently pushed him free.
'Darling, darling, I love you,' she heard herself whisper breathlessly. She fumbled for the light switch, turning on the overhead fixture that was shaped like a miniature wagon wheel, and then turning to her new husband again, she hugged him like a little girl. 'I want to be yours, all yours, forever and ever.'
'God, you've driven me batty these last few months, rosebud,' Jim groaned passionately against her ear. 'And now at last I've got you. I don't know how I managed to control myself.'
'You didn't,' she giggled. 'I made you stop, remember?'
'Yeah, but never again!'
Suzie placed her forefinger gently against his impetuous lips, cooing softly to him: 'Never again… but you'll see, darling. You'll see that the waiting will be worth it!'
'Will be? Now! Now and not another minute!' Impatient with lust, Jim Halford crushed Suzie to him again, his right hand searching for the zipper along the back of her blue shift. She giggled again, twisting from his greedy arms and dancing lightly a step away.
'No, no, not yet!' she teased him. 'Let me get ready first. When I'm all set, I'll call and you can come into the bedroom! That's the way it should be!'
'Should be, my ass!' Jim panted, his tongue circling his lips with anticipation. 'I'll just peel those clothes off you like you're a ripe banana, and that'll be enough getting ready! Hell, I've been ready since I first laid eyes on you!'
Suzie fluttered her eyelids, cocking her head to one side with a cute mock pout. 'Now, darling, this is my honeymoon too. It's something I've always dreamed about… please let me have my way. And… and please don't swear so much.'
Jim clenched his fists and teeth with the urgency of his desire to possess his bride's nubile body. 'Oh, for Chri… crimminy's sake, make it fast, will you? How much teasing can you expect one guy to take? Especially from his own wife!'
She placed her hands on her hips jauntily, still eyeing him saucily with her head tilted. 'Enough so he remembers she is his wife… a good wife! And for him to be a good husband!'
'I'm not promising anything!' he laughed after her, watching her lithe firm buttocks wriggle enticingly beneath the thin fabric of her shift as she ankled for the bedroom.
When the door had been quietly shut, he walked over to where there was a bottle of bourbon on the table. He'd brought it along in his suitcase, and now he unscrewed the cap and drank deeply from the bottle, adding more potent liquor to his already large load of rum and champagne. His fingers shook from his pent-up emotions, and some of the amber liquid ran down from the corners of his mouth. Damn, but Suzie's beauty stunned him! He wanted to have his long hard cock lodged up inside her tender cunt in the worst way, and being so close to victory now only made him hotter. He'd had plenty of easy girls, but she was another matter, the perfect blend of spice and challenge! He'd pursued that luscious body of hers with all the charm and charisma he could possibly muster, but that inherent puritanism of hers had always prevailed until finally it had been he who'd surrendered! To think! Him! Jim Halford, marrying a girl so he could fuck her! But that was okay by him, because he loved Suzie, loved her with all his heart and soul, and perhaps some of it was because she had held out against him and remained a virgin.
Yet despite her resistance to his seductions, he'd been able to detect a latent hot streak in the young girl that seemingly had never been aroused before. He was certain that once he turned her on to sex, she'd be one hot tomato! Shit, he should have ripped her dress off without all this horsepuckey, and sunk his cock up into her cunt until she screamed for more…!
… In the small, square bedroom, Suzie Halford unpacked the lacy white negligee she'd bought especially for this night, and spread it out on the bed. Then she undressed, quickly and completely, carefully hanging up in the closet or folding in the bureau drawers her clothing so as to show Jim she was a neat and orderly housewife. Walking naked around the end of the bed, she caught her reflection in the mirror over the bureau, and a little embarrassed at her own immodesty, she paused long enough to study the image she made. Her blonde hair hung long and when she let it fall down across her shoulders, it partially covered her full, round breasts. She swept her hair back up again, gazing momentarily at the creamy white skin of her breasts and the pink areoles making small, perfect accents for her bud-like nipples. She moved slightly sideways, pleased with the long length of her legs and the shapeliness of her narrow waist and the lush-white curve of her hips. Then, faintly embarrassed at her lack of proper humility, she sat down on the bed and reached for her negligee. The silky blonde hair of her pubic mound drew her attention as she stretched her arm out for the garment. The curly strands of soft hair highlighted the pink fullness of her vaginal lips, and she could see the tiny pink tip of her clitoris peeking shyly out from the softly rounded flesh of her cuntal slit. My Lord! I must've drunk far too much to be acting like this! she gasped inwardly, shocked by what she considered to be a brazen, almost indecent interest in her own body. She felt so hot! Spirits of any kind had always affected her that way. But perhaps this was better, feeling slightly giddy and daring, for as much as she loved and desired to please Jim, there was no denying the truth that she was agitated over what he would do to her with his… his thing.
Suddenly she bolted upright off the bed, instinctively clutching the negligee in front of her as if it were a defensive shield for her nakedness. The bedroom door had burst open, hitting the wall of the room with a resounding crash, and Jim was standing spread-legged on the threshold, the front of his swimming trunks bulging ominously at her! His eyes were blazing with the uncontainable lust which was burning through his pulsating loins, and he moved with slow deliberation across to where his bride stood in wide-eyed trepidation.
'Jim! You… you promised…!'
Her new husband came closer, shaking his head. 'Hell I did,' he grinned, and she saw the heavy sag in the front of his elastic trunks bulging obscenely in her direction. What had happened to her darling Jim? It was as if some lusting brute had taken control of his senses! 'I can't wait another second,' she heard him breathe raggedly. 'Right now! I've gotta have you right now, Suzie!'
The young blonde cowered back, whimpering with fright as Jim grabbed her arm and swept her into a heady embrace, despite her anguished protests. She was hauled ruthlessly up against the hardness of his desire- stiffened cock, and she could feet the rigid shaft through the thin layer of his trunks and her silken negligee,
