Brenda sighed with relief. At least things would be good for Debby, even if Hal proved to be a bad lover. Debby was more important to her than anything…
Somehow the time passed, and she and Hal were married in a brief simple ceremony at city hall. They left Debby with Brenda's mother and set off for their honeymoon at Hal's beach cabin. Alone with Hal in his little red sports car, Brenda felt her nervousness returning.
She'd taken care of her financial future. Hal was well fixed, and she'd given thirty days' notice at the club. She'd never have to work again. And Debby was assured of a good father. Hal was good to her, and the girl was fond of him. There was just one big question in Brenda's mind – could Hal take care of her in bed?
She'd know very soon. It was only an hour's drive to the cabin.
Hal, at the wheel, glanced over at her. "Hey," he said, "you're awfully quiet. If you've changed your mind, we can run back to L.A. and get a divorce."
Brenda laughed. "Not on your life, Mister. I worked too hard to bag you. It's, nothing really, Hal. It's just that we really haven't known each other that long. It's kind of scary."
He cast her a sympathetic look. "I'll never lay a hand on you, Brenda. I'm not Billy," he said. "You don't have to worry about that."
She leaned over and kissed his tan leathery cheek. "You're a darling," she said, "and I'm being silly."
Of course she couldn't tell him what was really bothering her. She couldn't just say, "Hal, are you any good in bed?"
As they drove down the coast, she studied her new husband. He was outrageously handsome, his body ideally masculine – broad shoulders, muscular arms and legs, small neat hips and ass. His face was rugged but sexy, his eyes piercing and dark blue. She was damned lucky to have a man like him.
It'll be all right, she told herself nervously, it'll be fine…
They reached the cabin just as the sun was going down. It wasn't large, just one big spacious room with a kitchenette and a fireplace and a king-size bed. Brenda looked nervously at the bed.
"Do you want something to eat before we – uh, before we…" she said, stammering.
Hal laughed. "No, I'm not hungry," he said, "except for you." His dark blue eyes seemed to undress her. "Let's just have a glass of champagne, then hit the sack."
"All right, Hal," she said timidly.
He opened the champagne and poured two glasses. Brenda almost gulped hers and held out her glass for more. Plenty of champagne on an empty stomach might help cure her jitters.
"I hope you don't think I'm rushing you," Hal said, "but I've been waiting a month for this, ever since the moment I saw you." He reached out and gently fondled her large soft breasts through her blouse. His voice got husky. "I want you so damned badly, Brenda."
She blushed. "I know, darling," she said. "I want you, too. It's all right."
Was it? She should have been hotly horny by now, aching for him. She, too, had wanted him the moment they met. She'd been dreaming of their first lovemaking. Only now she was scared, fearing it would be a disaster. Her cunt was dry and tight.
"Then let's go to bed," said Hal, tossing off the last of his champagne. "I don't think I can wait another second."
Brenda couldn't stop blushing as they undressed. She felt like a virgin again. They were seeing each other naked for the first time, and they gawked at each other like curious children.
Hal's body was even more attractive than she'd dreamed. He was deeply tanned and muscular and trim all over. His chest was thickly matted with black and grey hairs. And his cock…
She blushed even deeper as she looked at his cock for the first time. Many nights she'd lain awake wondering if he was well hung. Her doubts were gone now. He was hung like a horse.
Even in its semi-limp state, Hal's long rosy prick was impressive. It dangled heavily from a thick nest of salt-and-pepper curls, the circumcised head thick and purple. His balls were large and swollen, dull red in color. For the first time that day, Brenda felt a jolt of sexual excitement. He was built, all right-and she prayed he knew how to use it.
Hal ogled her as eagerly as she studied him, his eyes jumping back and forth between her huge thrusting creamy breasts and the neat little furry triangle of her mons. He took in her tall lush figure with undisguised delight.
"You're beautiful, Brenda," he said. "I'm a helluva lucky guy."
He drew her onto the bed, not bothering to turn down the covers. His hands slipped over her warm silky tits, caressing and molding. He rubbed her light brown nipples with his thumbs, coaxing the little soft nubs into hard erection, sending little shivers of pleasure through her body.