Teenage wives

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Seventeen year old Janet Tebbleton soaped her ring finger. It was the only way she could get the new wedding band off. The thing was a size too small for her, and she hadn't been able to get back to the jeweler yet in order to have it made larger. One good tug though, with the help of the slippery soap, and the ring came off. She set the gold band down in the soap dish and looked at herself in the mirror. Now she was completely naked.

She wondered if marriage had changed her at all, and that was the purpose of taking off everything, all of her clothes, all of her bracelets and necklaces and the ring. "Well," she thought to herself, "I don't look different, BUT…" The big "but" was on account of the fact that before she married Tom, two weeks before, she hadn't ever had sexual intercourse. She'd petted a lot, in the back seat of his car, and she'd been known to go out with more than one guy, and every now and then she'd allowed a fellow she liked to play with her little slot with his finger, but until her wedding night, she was a virgin. But now, as she inspected her tanned supple flesh in the bathroom mirror, she was far from virgin. Even though she'd only been married for two weeks, fourteen nights, she'd made love with Tom in what she was sure was every conceivable position. They'd done it standing up, sitting down, in the car, in bed, in the tub, in the closet, on the living room floor, in Tom's dark room at the studio, in her parent's washroom, in the apartment house swimming pool, and in just about any place you'd care to name. They'd fucked rightside up, upside down, on their heads, on their backs, on their bellies. Every time was better than the time before.

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