Free Feels Like the First Time by Uther Pendragon Page A

particular situation. 
The male was wrapped around the new female.  Suddenly two tiny things emerged from the female.  The male dived after them and captured them in his mouth.
     
    "Mom," said Des, "he's eating them."
     
    "No, darling, watch!"  The fish swam up to a bunch of bubbles above him.  He spat the eggs into the bubbles.  That's one reason they had chosen to let her have the second betta.  Des had begun her cycle a few months previously.  Let her start learning about the birds and the bees with fish.  "You could hardly expect him to hold his babies in his arms, could you?  The fish use their mouths to hold things." 
     
    Still, when he wrapped himself around his mate, he didn't look like he was being tender.  Non-human things didn't have the sensitivity that John had shown.  More than she'd wanted really.
     
    * * *
     
    They'd had a small reception after the ceremony.  The families had managed to be quite friendly, really.  Her sister was never friendly, having declined the invitation. 
     
    Some of them had kept some rice, though, until the end of the reception. She and John were laughing and shedding rice all the way up the stairs to their new apartment.  She combed her fingers through her hair in the doorway. He kissed her when the door was safely closed.  It wasn't his first kiss of the evening, that had been the end of the ceremony; and clinking of glasses had called for many more during the reception. 
     
    Still, this one lasted even longer, and his tongue probed instead of just visiting the tip of hers.
     
    When he stepped back, the bed seemed to dominate the room.  They'd already tried it out, but this time everybody knew.  (Not that it had been a particularly well-kept secret; Des had spoiled that.)  She looked away from it into his face.
     
    "Oh, Kim," he said.  He kissed her again. When they separated, she ducked into the bathroom.  Once she'd used the facilities, she came face to face with a decision.  They were going to sleep naked, they'd discussed that.  Should she walk out undressed?  She decided against that, but did remove her pantyhose instead of pulling them up.  After a moment, she took off her panties as well.  She pulled her skirt back on. 
     
    How often had John seen her in a skirt?  Not many times.  There was nowhere to put the underclothes.  She walked out with them in her hand.
     
    John greeted her with another kiss.  This time his hands went to the buttons on her blouse.  When he was done with those, she broke to put it on a hanger and her underclothes over a chair.  He moved behind her to get the bra snaps.  He kissed the back of her head while smoothing his hands over her sides and up to her breasts.
     
    "Not fair," she said, and started on his clothes.  When he was down to underpants, he unsnapped her skirt.  He bent over to lower it gently so she could step out of it.  Probably, he was as aware as she was that it would be years before they'd be able to afford to replace clothes of this quality.
     
    "Oh Darling!" he said when her mound came into sight. He couldn't have avoided noticing her underpants in her hand and on the back of the chair.  Still, he was reacting nicely.
     
    He kissed her there, kissed her again on the belly. Then he rose to kiss her full on the lips.  He turned back the bed linens, and she climbed in.
     
    "Do you think it shows?" she asked.
     
    "No.  Not when you're dressed.  I have to look when you're like this, and -- anyway -- I know." He knew; their families knew -- even her damned sister -- especially her disapproving sister.  Probably their friends knew.  She didn't say any of that, though.  He kissed her belly, climbed in, and kissed it again. 
     
    "Sweetness," he said.
     
    She tugged at the elastic of his underpants.  He kissed her breasts before pushing his underpants down and throwing them on the floor.  He went back to kissing her belly, all around the slight bulge, then lower into her hair,