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His hard cock tenting the covers, Glen lay in bed smoking, waiting for Beth to join him. He could hear her humming in the shower. The pleasant sound made his rod twitch, for it was the same tune she always unconsciously hummed when she was feeling in the mood for sex. She was a before-bed bather; but he, because of habit, still made a cold shower his first activity of each day. A few times he’d tried to change his bathing routine and get into the shower with Beth, but she’d always blushed and begged off, being embarrassed at even the suggestion of their bathing together.
Secretly her shyness pleased him. They’d been married for nearly four months, and Beth, for the most part, was still the blushing bride. Her inhibitions demanded the lights be out during sex–“So I can forget myself,” she’d explained. And she did forget herself most of the time now.
Glen smiled as he put out his cigarette. The only light on was the beside lamp. He lay back with his arms folded behind his head, grinning as he thought of his bride. She was only nineteen, a five-foot-two honey blonde with a face and figure that made other women turn green with envy and men stare at her with their tongues hanging out. Yet, despite her voluptuous appearance, she had come to their marriage bed a virgin-a willing virgin, very eager to lose her dubious honor and give herself freely to her husband.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.