Chapter 1
"Oh not now, darling," pleaded the lovely, long-limbed red-head as she tightened her robe with a quick tug at the draw string and pulled away from her new young husband, Jack Neal. "It's too early . . . I only just woke up!"
Jack's quick hands reached for the voluptuous nineteen year old girl who three weeks before became his wife. "Come on, honey," he said with a plea in his voice, "it's never too early for nooky!" He pulled her up close to him so that her large, creamy breasts came into view under the silky green robe that hid her otherwise completely naked baby-soft flesh. He could also see the largely brown puckerings of her nipples and the cherry-colored tips jutting arousedly upwards.
Before she could refuse him, he took hold of her pretty young face and brought her mouth to his, kissing her deeply in the lips with his swimming tongue. She wrenched free of his hold and said softly, "You're going to be late for work." There was a note of shame to the timber of her voice, a quiver which he could not stand.
"Kelly," he sternly reproached the lovely red-head, looking into her frightened green eyes that looked almost like the crystal of cat-eyes, "you're not making sense about this. And it's not the first time either, or I wouldn't think about it." He let loose of her and the young, shy bride backed away against the dressing counter, turning sideways to her husband. "Now listen to me, honey, because I don't want this sex business to be coming between us." There was in his attitude some of the paternal quality of a commanding father, even though he was really only a couple of years her elder. "When we got married we decided to treat one another respectfully, and we said that sex wasn't going to be a problem. Remember?"
She nodded silently, waiting for what was turning into a lecture to stop. "Well, I want to come home tonight and find you a willing partner-for whatever I'm interested in! Do you understand me? No more putting me off, honey-it's not right! At least not in this day and age!"
"I'm sorry," she said softly, her shoulders trembling. She felt bad that she couldn't perform even one of the so-called adult acts that he wanted from her. She'd been so innocent, so naive all of her high school years, and now, just to jump in and do these things, without any preparation, seemed so repulsive. It frightened her when he asked for a blow-job, or when he wanted to have her do strangely exotic things with her fingers around his penis. Just the thought of such acts of sexuality made her flesh crawl, and she had no conception about whether or not her feelings in this regard were natural.. . normal.. . appropriate . . .
"I understand," she murmured, turning and looking at him with a devilish, little-girl smile. "I understand and tonight when you get home, I promise you, I will try to do what you want. Really, I will.. . "
"Oh, I know you, Kelly Neal," he said. "You say that now, but tonight I'm going to have to struggle to get what I want regardless! But that's okay. They tell me that the first few months of marriage are like that anyway, so I guess I'm prepared for it."
He turned and regarded himself in the mirror. In the process of making this last advance upon his inhibited bride, his tie had become somewhat loosened. He started to fix it. Kelly came over and slipped her hands into place where his were. "I really do love you," she said, her breath whispery and soft, nearly sultry.
"I know," he said, watching her slender white fingers working the knot into place against his Adam's apple. "It's just that you're so passionate underneath it all that you're afraid you'll get carried away and never be able to stop cuming, right?"
She blushed instantly and withdrew her hands from the knot of his tie. "Please," she said in a louder voice than before. She stopped and said, looking at the clock, in a more normal tone, "you're going to be late."
"Never mind," he said, buttoning his jacket and slicking down his hair one last time. "Okay," he added, turning back to Kelly, "gimme a kiss and I'm off."
She leaned her cheek toward him. He paused just an instant, checking out the dewy softness of her rose-colored skin, and then he pulled her face closer to his own and kissed her on the lips. Then he pulled away and smiled over his shoulder at her, "See ya tonight." And then he was gone from the bedroom.
On the way down the stairs he said in his mind, And a good night it had better be. . . I've got big plans, honey-for our sex life, I mean . . . and you got to get to know me if you want to be a part of them . . . Or else I'm gonna find me a new wife, one who knows the ins and outs and . . . He was out the front door, and the cool morning air against his face wiped away his ardent inner thoughts as he climbed into the car in the driveway and pulled out on his way to work.
Upstairs, at the bedroom window, Kelly Neal watched young Jack climb into the car. He's so handsome, she told herself. I like the way he moves . . . A chill climbed her thighs and goose bumps spread outwards along the tops of her voluptuous breasts as she considered what it would be like to be in bed with him again.
He had so little time. . . she told herself. It would have been nice, I suppose . . . She knew this was somewhat of a lie, for secretly she was very much afraid of him, of his big hard cock and of the way he grinded his hips into her naked white pelvis when he was deep inside her vagina. It was something she didn't understand, and yet it was already an important part of her new marriage. She stood somewhat shamefully at the bedroom window wondering how it was that she had managed to turn nineteen years old without having a full knowledge of men and their real sexual desires. She watched her young husband's car round the far corner of the street and disappear entirely, and then she let the curtains fold closed.
Well, for the time being I don 't have to think about sex anymore . . . and that's something! She cinched the knot on her silky robe just a little tighter and started downstairs.