by Jamie Knight
We got into the bedroom and I took Krystal over to the bed. I was excited to get started, until I could feel the slightest tremor in her small hand. My sweet girl was nervous. I could hardly fault her for that with it being her first time and all. I wanted her to be happy and ready before we did anything, so I decided it would be best to slow down.
“Would you like a drink?” I asked, sitting her down on the edge of the bed.
“Okay, what have you got?”
“A little of everything,” I said, holding up one of the tiny bottles from behind the mini bar counter my dad had set up in the master bedroom.
I splendored in Krystal’s ensuing giggle, glad to see her happy. I had every intention of making her as happy as I could for the rest of our lives. It was startling for me to realize it, but what I had told Emma was true. I had no interest in playing the field anymore. Krystal was the only one I wanted.
“I’d like a brown cow, please.”
I set about mixing the drinks, fixng a scotch and soda for for myself when an odd thought crossed my mind.
“You’ve never actually had a brown cow, have you?”
“No,” she admitted. “I don’t actually drink much, or at all. I’ve seen them at work though, and they look fantastic.”
“Oh, they are,” I said, putting the two tumblers onto a tray.
Setting the tray onto the night table, I handed her the brown cow before taking my vodka gears, holding the glass out in front of me.
“Here’s to first times.”
Krystal blushed but was smiling as she tapped her glass against mine and took her very first drink.
“How is it?”
“Yummy,” she smiled, liking the little mustache of milk and Kahlua from her upper lip.
“Why did you do it? Really, I mean.”
“I wanted money to start up my costume business,” she sighed, staring down at the glass in her hands, “It made sense at the time, and I’ve certainly done that haven’t I? But I wanted to be with you too. I really did hope you would be the one to, you know, buy me. I’m still sad you only want me for one night. Better than nothing I guess.”
“I want a lot more than that,” I said, taking her hand.
“What, you mean like, in my - ”
“No,” I interrupt her, laughing, “That’s not what I mean at all. I want you for much more one night. I really have feelings for you, Krystal, and even the thought of another man touching you is unbearable. It makes me crazy. I want you and only you. I meant it when I told Emma my days as a player were over. It is only you, Krystal. I never want to let you go and would like us to have a real relationship. I’m more than happy to fund your business no matter what it costs, and not just because I love you. I actually think it is a good idea. You have a real talent, and I want to have every opportunity to make the most of it.”
I could tell the tears of joy were coming before they started. Putting the drinks carefully aside, I took Krystal into my arms and kissed her as she sobbed, overcome with positive emotions.
Before long, she started to kiss me back. Taking things nice and slow we worked up to making out. She was still a bit awkward and seemed to be trying to outpace me as I moved my tongue in her mouth, but I figured she was mostly just trying to keep up. As we kissed, I put my hands on her waist.
She flinched a bit, likely surprised by the sudden contact, but soon settled in, venturing to put her own hands on my shoulders. After a while, Krystal got brave and moved my hands from her waist up to her tits. Even through her bra I could feel the sweet warmth as I massaged them, savoring the little sounds of pleasure she made as I did so.
Slowly but surely, I slipped my hands around her back and unfastened her bra, easing it away. She looked down as her breasts were bared before arching her back to make them easier for me to get to. I fondled her tenderly, paying particular attention to her rock hard nipples, as I slowed down and patiently taught her how to properly kiss.
She seemed to relax a lot. Her kissing greatly improved as she sounded her pleasure at what I was doing to her tits. As we played, I recognized a sweet smell on the air and knew immediately that she was dripping wet.
“Do you want me to touch you, Krystal?” I asked her softly, giving her one more opportunity to back out, to be sure she really wanted this.
“Yes,” she whispered, briefly breaking our passionate kiss.
As we went back into it, making out like the sun wouldn’t rise again if we didn’t, I caressed a hand from one of her tits down across her belly to the front of her panties. Krystal slowly opened her legs as I approached. Inviting me to touch her most precious and sensitive area. Lightly stroking her through her panties to get her warmed up, I slipped a hand inside, gently stroking her tender pussy lips, making her moan as we kissed.
Careful not to go too hard or too deep, I got a finger inside her and started to work her pussy. She started to move with me, slowly rocking her hips as I fingered her, grinding her clit against my finger. With such stimulation, it wasn’t long before she started to cum. Her pussy got even tighter around my finger as the pleasure washed over her. Bursting with a sweet cry, Krystal fell against me trembling hard as she was overtaken with a hard orgasm. Slipping my finger from her pussy, I put it to her mouth, letting her suck it clean.
“Will you… lick me?” she asked timidly, her head still on my shoulder.
“Of course, sweetheart, lay back.”
Krystal moved onto her back, her legs still wide, and I ran my hands back down to her panties. Unclipping her stockings from her corset, I hooked my fingers through the sides and slowly slid them down her legs.
Chapter Fifteen - Krystal
I fell silent with everyone else when Jayden bid one million dollars. I was trying to figure out what my share of that would be. No matter how I ran the numbers, math never was my greatest skill, but it came out to a metric fuck-ton of money. It was more than enough to not only start my costume business but keep it running probably for almost a decade without having to bring in any money at all.
I was still shaking in nervousness and anticipation when he led me from the hall. The evening had gone basically how I had hoped it would and then some. It was finally becoming clear what Tina had meant and just how correct her seemingly vague prediction had been. I was still apprehensive that Jayden just wanted to pump and dump, which was his right as my highest bidder, but I wanted so much more. I was so out of it with worry, I’d barely heard it when he told Emma that his days as a player were over when we ran into the twins on the way up to Jayden’s room.
It had taken a lot to get me to calm down. The brown cow helped, even though I’d only taken a couple of sips. Jayden was wonderful and patient, only making me love him more. I really thought he was going to take me up to his room and ravage me. Getting ready for it to hurt.
Reassuring me that he wanted me for more than a quick one-night stand, I relaxed into his arms, feeling more ready than I ever had before. I wanted to finally feel what it was like to be taken by a man.
My gentle lover started out slow and easy, holding me tight and kissing my forehead and cheeks until I started responding in kind, our enthusiastic tongues meeting in wonderful union. Touching me with a light, sure caress, he worked his way down to my waist. His hands felt wonderful even through the corset. I’d thought about taking it off, but it seemed a lot sexier to leave it on. I wanted to feel him, his strong hands on my tender parts, so I took the initiative, leading his beautiful hands to my tits.
As things escalated, so did my level of excitement and I relaxed, wet and ready for what was to come. My pussy was aching for attention by the time he took down my panties, unveiling my pussy like a work of art.
“Beautiful,” he said, his eyes fixed between my trembling thighs.
I blushed all over, thrilled by his compliment. Jayden had already seen more of my body than any guy I’ve ever wanted. I was a bit nervous about him seeing me naked and was afraid I migh
t get embarrassed, but I honestly loved it. After I’d gotten there, I was really glad he liked me and only hoped I could live up to his expectations.
My mind was rather distracted as Jayden ran his tongue the length of my pussy lips. Any doubts or insecurities I might have had were replaced with a pure and residing joy. Jayden licked my tender pink pussy lips as though my pussy were the most delicious candy. I grabbed onto the blankets and held on tight to keep my hips from bucking as he pleasured me, bringing me to the very edge of an even more intense climax.
He knew my body so well and could make me cum so easily. I could hardly wait to see what he could do with his cock. Any fear of potential pain fled my mind as he made me cum again. I knew he loved me and would never do anything to hurt me. I was entirely his, truly and completely, and he could do whatever he wanted with me.
Coaxing me to the very gates of ecstasy with his wonderful, loving tongue, he switched over to tender kisses on my pussy as I recovered, trembling softly under his hands. Pulling me back up into a sitting position, he kept a hand gently on my neck and took off his Santa suit, layer by layer. I couldn’t help but stare down at his big hard cock, a tiny bit intimidated, as it throbbed in the bit of space between us.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he said, stroking my cheek.
My eyes raised to his as I reached out and wrapped my hand around his massive cock, feeling the beautiful warmth in my hand, barely able to believe my luck. My mouth watered as I stroked his mighty shaft, wanting so much to suck him again. The memory of the taste of his cum flooded back into my mind.
Running my tongue the length of his cock from balls to head, I dropped my mouth onto it, damn near half swallowing it. It took a moment to get used to the feeling of having a monster cock down my throat. I started to suck, deep throating him as hard and fast as I dared, bringing him to an explosive orgasm. Hot, thick, warm cum filled up my mouth and cascaded down my throat as I did my best to swallow down every drop. I did better than the first time, managing to get most of it down. Looking at me with warm love and affection, Jayden wiped the last bit from my chin and gave it to me to suck, which I did with gusto.
“Good girl,” he said, stroking my cheek with the same finger with which he’d fed me his cum.
I nuzzled against his hand, planting gentle kisses on his palm where I could, relishing every touch he saw fit to give me.
“Are you ready?” he asked, lightly stroking my pussy.
“Yes,” I said, barely able to speak for the pleasure running through me, enjoying all the new sensations.
I’m a little amazed that he’s already good to go again, but a quick peek down reveals the erection still raging between his thighs.
Jayden put his hands on my sides and laid me down on my back, my legs still dangling over the edge. Moving into position, he lifted my legs up and rested them over his arm, resting the backs of my knees in the crooks of his elbow. I was under his physical control, unable to move from the hips down, and I absolutely loved it. My tall, strong, lover loomed, and was about to make a woman out of me.
Jayden gently stroked the warm head of his cock against my silken pussy lips, getting me ready and used to the feeling. I reached down and spread my pussy lips, welcoming his cock as he eased the head inside me. I moaned, long and deep.
He stopped after getting the head inside, giving me time to adjust before continuing to ease inside me, pausing regularly and stroking my clit as he entered me, working his way up to my sweet little cherry. I gasped a little at the first touch, my pussy still super tight up there.
Still stroking my clit he took my hand in his free one and gently squeezed as I pushed through, popping my cherry and relieving me of my innocence. It didn’t hurt as much I had feared, particularly with the size of his cock. He was patient and gentle and did everything right, so the claiming of my innocence involved only a brief, sharp pain followed by a flood of beautiful pleasure. His cock already pressing up against my clit and g-spot, my pussy filled to the absolute limit.
When I was ready, he started to move again, rocking his massive cock inside my freshly fell were pussy, filling me with the most delicious pleasure. Unlike anything I had ever imagined before. I grabbed on to his arms as he held onto my hips and moaned with open abandon as he pumped me, gradually gaining in speed and intensity.
“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked between thrusts.
“I love it,” I screamed. “Fuck me harder.”
At my word he sped up, evening out at a steady medium rhythm. He worked his cock into my pussy until I wanted to scream with joy.
“I-Is it okay?” I asked, as he fucked me, “d-does it feel g-good?”
“It feels awesome, baby,” he said, smiling down at me.
I smiled back, relieved and elated that he really liked me. I’d had some really strange ideas about sex, based mostly on dodgy information, but none of it really mattered anymore as Jayden fucked my tight pussy, loving it like how I loved the feeling of his big, gentle cock inside me.
My pussy got even tighter around his gorgeous cock as it throbbed inside me like a second heartbeat, and I felt the beginnings of a climax rippling inside me. I worked up to my very first orgasm from sex by my great new lover. My first lover and, I hoped, my last.
Taking one final thrust, he pushed all the way in and held fast as he blasted his massive load deep inside me. It warmed me from the core as I hit the apex of my own orgasm in the same moment.
“Wait, don’t,” I started as Jayden moved to pull out, actually taking him by the hips.
“What? You ok?,” he said stopping dead.
“Sorry, you just feel so good inside me.”
A smile spread across his face. “It’s fine, sweetheart. Anything you want.”
Savoring the feeling of his cock inside me as my orgasm started to fade, I let out a long breath as he pulled slowly out of me. Moving my feet up onto his shoulders, Jayden grabbed some wet wipes from the open box on the other night table and cleaned us both off.
Shifting my position so I was lying comfortably on the bed, he crawled up beside me and held me tight, the two of us gently kissing.
“So, I guess business is no longer first,” I said with a giggle.
“Nope. I always tried to put business first, but when I’m with you, it doesn’t seem to matter much anymore. I think I’m falling in love with you.”
“Well, that’s a relief,” I said.
“Why is that?”
“Because I feel the same way.”
He squeezed me tight and kissed me gently. The two of us held each other in his dimly lit bedroom until sleep took us.
Chapter Sixteen - Krystal
I’d always heard about ‘fairy tale’ weddings, but never really thought I would have one. I thought they only really existed in storybooks. I greatly underestimated the depths of Jayden’s genius and dedication when it came to bringing out the best in others.
“Are you ready?” Jayden asked, his voice muffled by the wood of the door.
“As I’ll ever be,” I replied.
The door to the ensuite came open and out stepped my knight in shining plate armor, helmet tucked under his arm.
“Are you sure about the helmet?”
“Hey, if I have to wear a veil, you can deal with a visor,” I teased.
“Those are not even close to the same thing,” he laughed.
He came over to the bed where I sat in little more than a corset and stockings and kissed me tenderly. The kisses soon migrated down my neck as they so often did, my legs instinctively opened for him as he ventured ever southward. We had lots of time before the ceremony. There might even have been time for a quickie before we made things official.
“Krystal, are you in here?” Emma asked her voice muffled by the bedroom door.
Jayden dropped his head into my lap, letting out a frustrated groan. I eased him up and gave him a kiss before gently pushing him away.
“Come
in,” I called.
“Jayden, what are you doing here?”
“Talking to my fiancée?”
“You know you can’t see her before the wedding. It’s bad luck!”
“Only if he sees me in my dress,” I pointed out.
“Even so, we have work to do. Out you go,” Emma said, ushering Jayden to the door.
“You’ve gotten a lot more bossy since I promoted you to assistant manager.”
“And aren’t you glad for it,” Emma retorted.
She came back into the room shaking her head at her big brother’s silliness. There were times I wondered which of them was more mature despite the age difference.
“Right, where are they?” Emma asked, getting down to business.
Without a word, I went to the closet and retrieved the two garment bags. Unzipping the first, I handed the dress to Emma, and we started the dressing process. Even more elaborate than the elf outfits I’d done for the Christmas Ball, the outfits for the wedding were definitely a two-person operation. I’d already dressed Mary and Lorelai in their bridesmaid dresses. Emma, as my Maid of Honor, was the last, and part of her duties, at least in my case, was to help me get into my dress.
Inspired by the Disney adaptations, ‘Princess Dress’ really was the only way to describe the gowns I had created for the blessed event. The two layers of petticoats set, it was time for the over layer, which was the easiest part of the whole thing, despite the tiny hook fasteners.
“There you go,’ she said, patting me on the back.
“Your turn.”
I unzipped the second garment bag, keeping my back turned as Emma stripped down to her unmentionables. Getting her cinched up in the specially made corset, according to her exact measurements, I started in with the layers.
Having a general aesthetic philosophy, I tried to make sure all the dresses were of similar quality, not really buying into the idea about not distractions from the bride. The main difference was that the bridesmaid and maid of honor gowns were a bit less elaborate, which could really only be a good thing, and different colors. Baby blue for the bridesmaids, peach for Emma and ivory for me. I’d only really had one lover, and he was also the same one I was marrying, so I figured I was still entitled to the virgin white tradition.