This series is, for the most part, a prequel to Island Vacation. Reading that first isn't completely necessary, but it may fill in some of the blanks along the way as you become acquainted with Mickey and Kate.
I hope you will enjoy learning how Mickey and Kate became the couple we knew them to be in Island Vacation. The pace is deliberately slow, so if you prefer your erotica without character development and conversation, this isn't the place for you. If you are offended by the idea of men and women enjoying their sexuality, sometimes without the presense of the their mates, this story is also probably not for you.
On the other hand, if you enjoy the process that occurs naturally as couples explore one another and investigate the things that turn them on, you may want to read on. Your comments - positive and negative - are always appreciated.
"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Eric, you may kiss your bride."
Mickey watched as the young couple leaned into one another. As Sara stretched to meet her husband's lips, Mickey thought her breasts might pop free of her tightly drawn wedding gown. Her cleavage had been on full display throughout the ceremony and the good reverend was doing his best to pay little attention to it.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it is my privilege to present to you Mr. and Mrs. Eric and Sara Franklin."
The crowd applauded as the young couple stepped off the platform and made their way down the long aisle. Now it was Sara's ass, neatly tucked into that slinky white fabric that caught Mickey's eye. He didn't stare. He knew better. He had learned long ago to take a quick mental snapshot and focus on it as his eyes continued to drift in other directions.
He remained at his post as the rest of the wedding party took part in the recessional. The best man would undoubtedly be spending some quality time with the tall blonde. Now finished, Mickey retired to a small cloakroom behind the chancel to remove his vestment. He hated wearing one, but it was a custom in this church and it was too early in his tenure to rock that particular boat.
He peeked through the doorway into the sanctuary as he made his way back down the hallway. The photographer was now in charge. He noted the blonde blushing as the best man whispered something to her, and saw the bride and groom happily kissing for the camera.
"Lucky man,"
he thought.
His thoughts drifted to his own wedding all those years ago. Kate was stunning, though her dress was far more modest. Decollatage would have been unthinkable in the church. The times, of course, had changed. The white bridal gown no longer symbolized purity. He didn't know Sara Dutton that well, but he was fairly certain that she hadn't come to the altar that day as a virgin. She and Eric were undoubtedly far more sexually experienced and sophisticated than he and Kate were.
He smiled at the memory.
They had arrived at the small hotel filled with nervous anticipation. As a young seminarian, he had dutifully done his best to avoid "lustful thoughts". He and Kate had stolen a couple of kisses, but they were quick and nearly passionless. They had both grown up in small towns in the plains of Iowa and Oklahoma. Opportunities for sexual experimentation were nearly non-existent. They heard about things that happened in New York, California, and the big cities, but that was miles away from where the two of them had come from.
They met at a small college run by his denomination on the plains somewhere about halfway between those two hometowns. He was taken with her immediately. Of course, every other guy on campus was, too. Blonde, blue eyes, and - even under her loose-fitting clothing - curves that demanded serious attention. More than that, she was witty, kind, intelligent, and charismatic. He, on the other hand, was a relatively introverted bookworm. He had been a popular high school athlete, but he was serious about his chosen vocation and studied hard. He knew that three years of seminary were waiting for him after graduation so he gave little attention to his social life. Until she showed up his senior year.
They were married days after he graduated in a small church surrounded by cornfields on that plain in Iowa. The first night of their honeymoon was spent in Dubuque in a family-run hotel. Apparently, everyone in the building had been informed that they were newlyweds. With each additional congratulatory remark (and the occasional wink from another man), Mickey's anticipation heightened. There was a curious mixture of nerves, happiness, shame, and pride. Kate was beautiful after all, but the fact that they were going to "do it" and that all of these people knew, made him strangely uncomfortable. He knew they were doing nothing wrong. He had a ring on his finger to prove it. But it still felt odd.
He and Kate embraced as soon as the door shut behind them. Finally alone, he held her tight and the softness of her body pressing against his created an instant erection. Kate blushed when she noticed it.
"Um. Maybe I should change?" she asked softly.
"I'd like that." Mickey was trying not to appear too eager.
She took a small bag and went into the bathroom. Mickey found his pajamas and quickly tossed his clothes toward a waiting chair. He looked at himself in the mirror. His new purchase didn't make him look as sophisticated as he might have hoped. In fact, he looked like his father. At least his pajamas still had that pocket on the shirt that his dad had lost years ago.
The bathroom door opened and Kate appeared. It was light blue and long - all the way to the floor - and thin. Very, very thin. It hugged her curves, caressing her hips and falling down her legs. Most impressively, it framed her large breasts, which were now nearly completely exposed to him. The deep plunge revealed her cleavage and the wispiness of the fabric barely concealed her nipples.
"Do you like it?" she asked. She dropped her eyes, setting them on Mickey's crotch. His erection pushed against the fabric of his pajamas.
Later in life, he would have had several wittier replies to her question. That night, all he could do was nod his head.
He watched as Kate moved to the bed. She pulled the blanket back and slid under it, patting the mattress beside her.
"Going to join me?"
He switched off the light and slid in next to her, not entirely sure what to do next. He knew that he liked the kiss he got when they came into the room, so he leaned over her to kiss her again. It was electric, sending small pulsing charges throughout his body. He pulled her even tighter, rolling on top of her.
Kate's mouth was dry as she anticipated what was coming next. She was certain that she wanted it, but that was all she was certain about. She had no idea what she was supposed to be doing. All of the whispered words and giggles that she had heard from her friends over the years flooded her brain. And most of them contradicted one another. At least she knew that she loved Mickey and wanted to make him happy. She just didn't know how.
His knees tangled into her gown and his penis strained against his clothing. He felt her breasts pushing into his chest as his heart pounded at his ribs from the other side.
Looking back on it, he wasn't sure who pulled the gown up. He couldn't see it, but suddenly her legs were on either side of his hips. He shoved his pants down, freeing his member, allowing it to nest in the warmth of Kate's groin.
It felt larger and harder than she had imagined. She wondered if she would actually be able to take it. How badly would it hurt?
He looked into her eyes as he repositioned himself, feeling the tip find the warmth of her opening. He paused long enough for her to nod her head.
"Gently"
, he thought.
"Gently, please, gently"
she begged him silently.
And as slowly as he could he pushed his hips forward and up. There was some resistance, so he moved, trying to improve the angle. Suddenly, he felt Kate's hand on his member. He thought he might explode, but she simply repositioned it and nodded her head again. He pushed again. Warmer.
Another nudge, Wet?
The next push actually entered her. Not much deeper than his head. Instinctively he began to slowly move in and out, never really removing it, and going a hint deeper on every forward thrust.
Then it happened. He entered her fully. She gasped and pulled her head into his shoulder, squeezing him tightly. There was a sting, but not overly painful. Mostly she felt filled by him, and she liked it.
Even all these years later, he remembered the feeling vividly. Tight and warm and wet. His penis was simply enveloped by her. He held still for a moment, absorbing the sensation. Then she moved and just that quickly it was over. He thought he might never stop convulsing, unloading himself into his new bride.
"Yeah,"
he thought, smiling to himself.
