It was a brief, bureaucratic procedure, our marriage ceremony.  Sara and my
friend Jack were witnesses, and afterward we had a rather nice dinner at a rather
nice restaurant, for which Elena paid.  There was no honeymoon, because both
Elena and I had classes to attend, she as a teacher and I as a student.

Back at Elena's house, which would now be my home, as well as Sara's, Jack and I
stood in the kitchen and drank perhaps a bit too much, while Sara and Elena, my
bride, made out on the couch together in the living room.  We peeked in on them
from time to time, but we didn't learn much about girl love.  They just cuddled
and Elena had her hand under Sara's skirt.  They seemed, however, to be enjoying
themselves, and I once heard Sara's familiar orgasmic cry.  Jack and I were
drinking vodka, and we finished a full liter of it.  We sang bawdy songs off key
and got rather drunk.  When we next peeked into the living room, the girls were
gone.  My wife, Elena, and my lover, Sara, were probably in Elena's bed doing
what girls do to each other.  Jack eventually stumbled out of the house and
weaved down the street to his dorm, three blocks away.  I struggled to climb the
stairs, holding desperately to the banister to keep from falling backward.  I
made it to the room that Elena had assigned to me (we would not share a bedroom
as man and wife), and I collapsed on the bed without taking off my shoes, passing
out immediately.

The next morning I awoke with a very sour stomach.  Sara was shaking my shoulder,
telling me that I had to get up for classes.   I looked up at her prettiness and
sought to pull her down to me, but she shook me off.

"Tommy, you really smell.  You need to take a bath and certainly brush your
teeth."

She then proceeded to unbutton my clothes and I helped her take them off.  Elena
came into the room with a cup of coffee, which I ingested eagerly.  The two of
them got me naked, pulled me from the bed and pushed me towards the shower.  I
shaved, showered and shit, although not in that order, afterwhich I felt almost
human.  I dressed and then went down to the kitchen, the aroma from which
promised coffee and toast.

"Behold, my bridegroom," Elena exclaimed as I walked into the room.  She took my
head in her hands and kissed my forehead like a devoted aunt.

"Hi, Tommy," Sara said, a bit shyly.  We embraced and kissed deeply.  I fondled a
lovely tit.

Sara and Elena prepared a breakfast of bacon and eggs, which Sara ate hurridly,
because she had an early class.  She was soon gone, leaving Elena and me facing
each other across the kitchen table.

"Jack's a really nice guy," Elena remarked, looking into my face as she sipped
her coffee.

"He's a real friend, and he helped Sara, when she was sick."

"Yes, I know.  Have you, ah, you know, ever done anything with him?"

"He's a dear friend, but he's not my type.  I had a boy in Kentucky, my first
and, I'm certain, my last."

"Why give it up?"

"I'm too old for young boys, and, besides, I prefer women. By the way, I believe
that the two of us have something on the agenda, something about making children
in the old fashioned way."

Elena grinned at me and said, "yes, but not this morning."

* * *

Over the next week Sara slept in my bed on three nights, and, I assume, she slept
with Elena on the other four.  Twice, late in the afternoon, before Elena
returned home, we made love on my bed.  On the third night that she spent with me
Sara began to talk about Elena.

"Don't you think that it's about time for you to take Elena?" she asked as she
nuzzled her soft body against mine.  We were still glowing from our orgasms. 
"She won't come on to you. She's really rather shy and a bit frightened about
'doing it'."

"I suppose that I'll do it this weekend."

"Really, Tommy, you have to have more enthusiasm about it than that. She's a
pretty woman and she has a very lovely body."

"Sara, I'm worried about having to satisfy two women.  I don't know if I have it
in me."

"Elena and I have discussed this seriously.  We'll share you, dote on you, keep
you healthy, and not make too many demands on you."

Sara rubbed my naked body with her hands as she told me this.  She licked my neck
and sucked on an ear lobe.  She started to kiss my chest, my stomach, and I knew
that we were about to make love again.

It was, as usual, absolutely magnificent.  Sara wrapped her legs around my waist
in her excitment, squeezing me tightly as she cried out.  Elena must certainly
have heard her, and me.

* * *

The next morning Elena shared breakfast with Sara and me.  She was still clad in
a robe, because  she had the day off.  When Sara left for her early class, the
two of us remained at the kitchen table.  We stole looks at one another.  I was
not at all horny.  Sara and I had drained each other the previous night, but I
thought that it was time to make a baby with Elena.  I would cut my English class
that morning.  Her hand was conveniently on the table.  I placed mine on top of
hers, looking into her deep brown eyes.  She was obviously very nervous, but she
was ready for it; she did not pull away.  I liked her, sincerely.  She was very
good looking, although nothing like Sara.

"I've never had a virgin before," I started.  "Are there things that you want me
to do, or not to do?"

"I want you to make love to me, as gently as possible.  I fear being hurt."

Elena said this shyly, her head bowed, not looking at me. I suddenly warmed to
the woman, my wife, and I resolved to take her slowly, even if I would miss the
entire day's classes.  I lifted her hand to my face and sucked on each of her
five fingers, looking into her face, my left hand palming her soft cheek.  She
turned her head and licked my palm. Neither of us was yet ready to exchange love
words, although I knew that we would in time.  I did not think of Sara.  I
focused on Elena completely.

* * *

In her bedroom, next to her bed, I removed her robe.  I could tell that she was
very anxious and worried about what we were about to do.  She had on pajamas.  I
undid her bottoms and they fell to the floor, revealing her graceful legs.  As I
began to unbutton her pajama top, Elena seemed to resist for a moment, but then
she let me proceed.  Her breasts were ample, but not too large.  She seemed to be
very embarrassed, standing before me naked.

"I'm your husband and the father of our future children," I remarked, perhaps a
bit to bruskly.

"I know, Tommy, but I feel very awkward," she responded, covering herself
somewhat with her arms.

I stripped naked.  My cock was flacid, dangling a few inches.  When I pulled
Elena's hand to it, she did not want to touch it.

"Let's go more slowly," she pleaded.

I could tell that she was in some kind of distress, so we lay together on the bed
scarcely touching.

"I was educated in a convent school.  I was supposed to become a nun."

"Why didn't you?"

"I just didn't have the religious conviction.  I could never believe it, what
they taught me."

I leaned up on an elbow and ogled her lovely body.  She was almost as tall as
Sara, but her skin was not at all pale.  I could see creamy whiteness, tan and
rosy spots.  I lowered my head and sucked a roseate nipple into my mouth.  Elena
cringed and I withdrew.  I could not understand her.  We were supposed to make
babies.

"I'm sorry.  I'm just too nervous."

"Perhaps we should do it another time."

"No, no . . .  We should do it soon . . . today . . . now."

"May I kiss you?"

"I've never kissed a man before."

I was astounded at the inexperience of the twenty seven year old woman.

"What have you done?"

"I've only made love to Sara."

Elena was confused and felt very uncomfortable.  She let me cuddle her, however,
and our naked bodies pressed together.

"You think that I'm a lesbian, but I'm not," she whispered into my ear. "I don't
desire women other than Sara.  I've never wanted a man, but I've accepted you. 
You're very handsome and you have an attractive body, although I fear your penis;
it's too large.  What I like most about you is not physical.  You're a fine,
loyal person with a lot of character.  I will probably come to love you as a
person, but I can't promise that I will ever respond to you as a lover."

"But you don't know.  You've never had a man."

"That's true.  Perhaps you could surprise me."

"Then give it a chance.  Don't cringe when I touch you."

"I'm sorry.  It was just a reflex from my convent years."

Elena relaxed in my arms and I petted her like a kitten.  She nuzzled my neck and
I kissed her cheek.  We did everything in slow motion.  I stoked my hand down her
body, feeling her soft flesh, and she did not recoil.  When I touched my fingers
at the top of her thighs, at her groin, she started, but she spread her legs
slightly.  Elena let me masturbate her as she clutched to me and sucked on my
neck. I did it gently, softly, the way I thought that she would most like it.  I
aroused her.  Her breathing became uneven and she moaned softly.  I was excited
by my accomplishment, but still I did not rush things.  I stroked her slowly and
lovingly as I sucked on her ear lobe.  Elena became increasingly  agitated.

"Faster," she gasped into my ear, "please faster."

I accommodated her, and her groaning became intense, high pitched.  She then
emitted a series of brief squeeks and then a wail, as her body arched and pressed
against my finger.  I could sense that she was not finished, so I continued and
gave her another orgasm.  I felt so proud of myself.

We held to each other.  She looked into my face with an almost haggard
expression, and then she kissed me with a passion that I did not know she
possessed.  We kissed desperately, knowing what was to come.  My hard cock poked
at her thigh.  I got on top of her and she spread her legs for me.

"Don't hurt me," she pleaded as she looked anxiously into my face.

I didn't need her hand to guide me.  I knew where to put it.  I felt the
obstruction, but I popped through with just a little pressure.  I paused, the
head of my cock inside her.

"Are you ok?" I asked, looking into Elena's face, which had an expression of
surprise.

"I felt a small sting.  Are you really inside of me?"

"Just a bit," I responded, and slowly pushed all the way into her warm tightness.

Elena's mouth opened in astonishment, and she pushed against me.

"It feels marvelous.  You're filling me up."

Elena needed no lessons.  I fucked with the purest joy, and she responded
lustfully.  We slapped together, oofing and grunting on every powerful
downstroke.   Then her gasps became staccato, high pitched eeks.  I fucked her in
long, forceful thrusts, ramming into her as she pushed back with increasing
agitation.  She wrapped her legs around mine and fucked me desperately,
scratching my back with her fingernails, sucking hard on my neck.  Then,
suddenly, her breath left her lungs explosively and she cried out in orgasm.  I
let myself go and joined her.

We cuddled after I got off her, not saying anything.  I licked her cheek, and I
knew that I loved her, almost as much as I loved Sara.  I knew that I could live
with this woman for the rest of my life.

"Did we make a baby?" she cooed to me.

"Perhaps not.  We'll have to try it again."