"I don't need a drink. Jesus, Becky, all I need is you," he drew away only to get his breath.

The young bride could feel the rigid length of his cock throbbing through his slacks against her thigh. She tried to pull to the side, reaching behind to the bureau for balance; abruptly, she felt his hands massaging the full mounds of her breasts through the gauzy nightgown fabric. The feel of his warm hands against her trembling breasts both excited and sent a shudder of fear through her. Jack was beginning to breathe harder, and she could feel his penis growing another pounding inch next to her trembling thigh.

"I just don't…" she tried to protest, but his mouth was on her own again.

"You don't what?" her young husband said through clenched teeth, when she'd managed to pull away.

"I-I don't know, Jack… I mean, I didn't think when we were first together it was going to be like this."

The crude hungry look he gave her sent a chill of foreboding down the length of her spine.

"Darn you. Oh, Jack, you're so silly. Let me go."

"There isn't any reason to be so damn uptight," he said, tightening his hold on her quivering young breasts.

Suddenly, Thompson was guiding his wavering wife toward the bed. He fell down beside her, his hands inching the nightgown up slightly and then dropping to the sleek softness of her exposed thighs. Her hands clutched at his massaging fingers, feeling her heart leap into her throat as his hands moved relentlessly upward toward her virginal vagina.

"Oh no, stop, please, stop!" Becky moaned, but he ignored her pleas, continuing his eager fondling until his out-stretched middle finger was pressing her white nylon panties up against her trembling pussy lips. She'd modestly left her panties on, although she knew it was silly… yet on this first night with Jack, she still had a lot of girlish hang-ups…