Teen Wedding, Part 2

Teen Wedding
Part 2

Margie and Tommy both wanted a fast wedding so they could start their life
together, but Connie wanted a big wedding for her only child.  After some
haranguing, they agreed the marriage would take place in their church and that
she would wear the wedding gown from her wedding to Luke.  The pastor said he
could perform the wedding a week from Saturday.

As their wedding drew closer, Tommy and Margie became more anxious.  Margie
tried to calm her nerves by smoking more.  She worried whether or not she
could go the 20 minutes or so it would take to perform the service without
smoking.

It finally dawned on Tommy that he was marrying an experienced adult woman
with adult needs and his virginity might be a liability.  Margie had been
married before.  And her husband had been much more experienced than him.
Luke was 72 when he died.  Bobby was only 14. How could he compete in bed with
that kind of experience?  When he thought about it he realized he didn't even
know what to do.  Of course he knew that sex had a lot to do with a penis and
vagina, but that was the extent of his knowledge.  He worried that he'd
disappoint her and he went to his father for the answers.

"I'm scared Dad."

"Its OK Tommy, you'll do fine.  Trust me."

"But I don't know what to do."

"Believe me son, it will be OK.  Margie knows what to do."

"Dad does Mom smoke in bed after you have sex with her?"

"Of course she does.  So will Margie.  Is that going to bother you?"

Tommy shook his head.  "No, its just kind of weird thinking about it.
Somebody from school told me that he heard Margie used to smoke while she was
having sex with Luke."

Robert Johnson smiled.  "I heard that too.  There are a lot of stories about
Margie.  Maybe you'll get to the bottom of them and let us know."

"Does Mom smoke while your having sex with her?"

"No she doesn't.  But then again, Margie's a lot more addicted than your
mother.  Your mother told me she's so nervous about this wedding that she's up
to five packs a day.  What's it like to kiss a woman that smokes so much?"

"Every one asks me that.  Actually, it was really weird the first time we
kissed.  She warned me that I wouldn't like it.  She wasn't kidding.  I almost
gagged."

"Kissing a smoker is definitely an acquired taste," said Robert.  "But if you
really love her you'll learn to love the way she tastes."

"That's the same thing Mom said. What should I do if she wants to smoke while
we're having sex?"

"Make a video of it and sell it."

"What?"

"I'm sorry Tommy, I was just kidding.  That was a bad joke.  I guess you
should just go with it.  That's what I would do.  I think this goes without
saying, but sex is an integral part of every marriage.  You shouldn't worry
about this, but it's important that you satisfy her in the bed.  But believe
me, Margie doesn't expect you to know every thing at first.  I promise you,
she will teach you how to please her and she'll be very patient."

The men weren't the only one's discussing their concerns.  Margie was at
Tommy's grandmother's house pouring out all her worries.  A non-smoker would
have choked in the cloud of thick tobacco smoke that hung in the room.

"You look so nervous", said Dorthy.  "Maybe you better have another
cigarette."

"Of course" said Margie as she crumpled up her 5th empty pack and opened a
sixth.  "I'm going to smoke my self to death before the wedding but I'll be
calm.  If Tommy finds out I'm smoking five packs a day, he'll throw a fit."

"Don't be silly.  I doubt any one can tell the difference between four packs
or five packs.  You'll cut down after the wedding.  Don't worry about it."

"Do you think he'll be disappointed when we finally sleep together.  He's
never even seen me with my clothes off.  He doesn't know about the sags and
all the wrinkles.  My God, he probably expects me to look like some tight
young model."  She caught a glimpse of her self in the mirror as she lit up
and grimaced.

"What's wrong?" asked Dorthy.  "Why did you make that face?"

"I just saw my self in the mirror lighting up and thought about our wedding
night.  I just got a preview of what Tommy's going to see tomorrow night in
the hotel."

"He loves you Margie.  And you love him.  It's going to work out.  You'll see.
You don't know how lucky you are to have a guy like Tommy.  Every woman over
40 in this town is jealous of you."

"They're not jealous.  They think I'm crazy.  Don't you think I've heard the
cradle robbing jokes all week?"

"They're just jealous and envious," said Dorthy.  "Heck I'm envious and
Tommy's my grandson.  How sick is that?"

Margie smiled at her best and took a deep puff from her menthol Virginia Slim.

"No offence to Luke, because I know he was a fine man, but the last time you
had sex, it was with a 72 year old.  Tomorrow night you're going to have a
fourteen-year-old virgin inside you making love to you.  Have you thought
about that?"

"I think about it all the time," said Margie as she took another puff.
"That's why I'm afraid he'll be disappointed."

"Believe it or not Margie, you have a lot to offer Tommy.  There's not a boy
in Tommy's class who wouldn't give their right arm just to have sex with you
once.  And even though sex is important, it's not all about sex.  When you
marry Tommy tomorrow you'll become both his wife and his mother.  He'll suckle
from your breasts like a baby and make love to your vagina like a man."

"You think so?"

"I know so."

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