Southern Discomfort (3 page)

“Emily, I want
you to lie down on the bed. On your back, darling.”

She lifted up the
covers and climbed into the bed. She was all covered up again. He was
sad to have lost the beautiful sight of her, but they would be doing
this every night for the rest of their lives.

Nathaniel was
looking forward to a long life with her. He moved around to his side
of the bed.

Nathaniel still
couldn't believe his luck. She was by far the most beautiful woman he
had ever seen, and he was about to make love to her.

“Emily, I need
to lay on top of you. This is more comfortable for both of us if you
open your legs up wide.” He lifted the blanket and climbed in next
to her. Her legs were still firmly together.

“Emily, open
them.” He could feel her shaking.

“Emily, I need
you to be brave like before. Only after this are we truly married.”
He felt her legs slightly spread. He turned and put his knee in
between her legs. They opened a little more so his other knee had
room too. He laid himself on top of her. She felt so soft under him.

Emily was
surprised that he wasn't crushing her. She felt his weight, but it
didn't hurt. He had his weight on his knees and hands. She had funny
feelings in her tummy and even below that. There he had laid his body
weight, only there. The pressure of that was making her feel
uncomfortable. It was giving her a tingling feeling.

“Emily, I am
just going to do this the way it needs to be done. I want you to know
that I have sent my family off for a walk. We are all alone. If you
need to scream out, you can. I won't think less of you.”

“Wait, stop,
why would I scream?” Emily knew that it would hurt, but not that it
would hurt to the point that she would have to scream.

“Emily, I will
try to be as careful as I can be, but still that's just the way of
it. I also know it will get better every time we do this. And we will
do this every night. It will feel good for you too real soon just
maybe not tonight yet.”

He shifted his
weight and tried to enter her. She was still dry. He thought about
what the whores had told him. He shifted his weight and rubbed her
high in between her legs.

Her breath caught
in her throat. First he poked her with something and then he touched
her roughly in a very sensitive area. She was getting even more
scared of him. He stuck a finger inside of her. Her eyes widened in
shock. He rubbed even more. He rubbed again. It hurt but not to the
point that she felt the need to scream. He stopped and stuck a finger
inside of her again. She was so embarrassed by everything. Why would
this be so important that it had to happen before they were truly
married, and why would he want to touch her down there every night?

This wasn't
working like the whores said it would. What was he doing wrong? He
had a feeling that he was even hurting her. He stuck his finger in
again to test her. She was still dry. He moved his finger around
inside of her a little. She was slowly starting to get wet.

Nathaniel
continued doing that, knowing it was a sin to enter a woman who was
still dry. He wanted to do right by her. He used his finger like he
would his penis. She was getting nice and wet for him.

He looked in her
eyes, they were utterly confused. She was a virgin. That thought was
driving him mad. His penis was so hard that it hurt him. He decided
it was time. He took his penis in his hand and positioned himself.
The head of his penis entered her slightly. He slowly pushed up into
her until he felt resistance.

She was already
gasping in pain. What was he doing with her? He pushed something up
into her. Tears were rolling out of her eyes. He insisted on doing
this every night. He drove that thing even deeper into her. She cried
out in pain, just like he predicted she would. She sobbed while he
moved that thing in and out of her. When would he finally stop?

She tried to move
away from him but he held her tight. “Please, stop hurting me.
Please, please stop,” she begged.

“Shh, my
darling, it will be over soon. Really soon,” he whispered in her
ear.

She whimpered
under him, not understanding what was going on. He was rocking on top
of her and hurting her. She tried to push him off of her with her
hands, but he was so strong. He was rocking even faster now. He was
making noises like he was working really hard.

Nathaniel drove,
whatever it was, deep inside of her and held it still while he made a
loud noise from deep inside of him. He fell on top of her completely
now. He was breathing heavily.

Emily was still
crying. He felt really bad about that. He pulled out of her and laid
down next to her. She rolled away from him and sobbed into her
pillow.

“You did really
well, darling. I'm proud of you.” He laid his hand on her shaking
shoulder. “I'm sorry it hurt you so. We'll do it again in a bit so
you can get used to it quicker.” That brought on a new wave of
shaking. He laid his arm around her.

The whores told
him to expect just this. They had said that it is very painful for a
woman to lose their virginity. He sure did like that she had been
one. She belonged to just him. He liked that too.

Finally a wife
just for him. He reached for her hand again and she let him hold it.

Nathaniel waited
for her to stop crying. He wanted to see if she would talk to him
when they were alone.

“Darling, I
just wanted to thank you for that watch you gave me again. It was
really nice of you to give it to me. You polished it up really nicely
too. I'll take really good care of it,” he told her.

“You're
welcome,” she answered softly.

He smiled,
hearing her voice. He burned to ask her why she had married him, but
she would have been too shy to say, because she was afraid to talk to
people. This was the right kind of life for her. She would get used
to the family real quick, and then she would only have to deal with
others at church on Sunday.

Today was Friday
so that meant they would be going soon. He could hardly wait to show
her off. He knew he was being prideful, but she was even prettier
than his brothers wives. They were both blond and blue eyed. The
town's men paid more attention to them at church than they did to the
sermon. Wait until they saw his beauty. She would be shy and stay by
his side. He would hold her hand and protect her. Nathaniel would
beat the tarnation out of anyone who tried to lay a hand on his wife.
He snuggled in closer to her.

Nathaniel
couldn't think of anything to say to her, but he really wanted to
talk to her.

That was God's
wedding gift? That is what would make her get pregnant with a child?
Emily couldn't imagine it ever not hurting. She wondered what he had
put inside of her.

Emily felt so
confused. Still she was glad it was him, and not her betrothed. Now,
he would never be able to hurt her. She was truly married.

“I don't know
how to milk a cow, or feed chickens, or anything like that.” Where
had that come from. She wasn't even thinking about that right now.
She had to wonder at herself.

He was shocked
that she said something, at all, and then for her to say something
funny. He started to laugh. “I figured that, darling. The other two
will teach you what you need to know.”

She rolled
towards him. “Why did you assume I couldn't?”

He was hard put
not to stare at her breasts which were right there in between them.
“When you write to someone in Boston you figure that they don't
have that much farming knowledge. I don't mind about that. I wanted a
wife to keep me company. You are perfect for that.”

She rolled away
from him again. “But I don't really talk much.”

“You are doing
just fine.” He was sad that he couldn't see her breasts again, but
her back was nice and creamy too. She was beautiful everywhere. He
let his eyes gaze down her body. She had the cutest little round
bottom, all white and creamy. His eyes weren't the only ones
appreciating what he saw. “Emily, I need you again.”

“For what?”
she asked confused.

She was such a
virgin, so innocent. “I need to be inside of you.”

“That was you?”

“Yes, me and no
one else.” He was getting a little upset with her.

“But how?”

He understood her
dilemma. She hadn't looked at him. She had no idea what a naked man
looked like. He took her hand and moved it over his body.

She gasped as she
felt his penis. His mouth twitched up in a grin for a second but then
her soft little hand felt so good that he was serious again.

He rolled her on
her back and was inside of her faster than she could beg him not to.
“That's me inside of you. This is how God made us so we can do
this. This is what a husband and his wife do when they lay together
in their bed.”

He was being a
lot gentler than last time. Her breath was coming in heavy too. She
laid her feet on his calves as he thrust into her. Her arms were on
his shoulders. This time she was pulling him closer and not pushing
him away.

She was so tight
around him. This was the world's best wedding gift ever. He thanked
the Lord while he made love to his wife, a woman who he hadn't even
seen a day ago.

Nathaniel reached
his climax faster this time, spilling his seed into this beautiful
creature. He laid down on her, panting again.

Emily laid her
arms around him. She was surprised that she felt free enough to touch
him. She was even running her fingers up and down his strong back.

“Was that
better, darling?” He sounded so worried.

She nodded at
him, embarrassed. He was still deep within her. They were one flesh
just like it said in the bible. Now she understood what that meant.
Doing this every night was starting to make sense. He seemed to get
great pleasure out of it. It was a wife's duty to be a pleasure to
her husband. He pulled himself out of her and she felt a little sad.
She missed not having him so close to her.

“Darling, I
think you've worn me out. I'm going to blow the candle out now.” He
got out of bed and did that and then he laid down in his bed and
pulled her close again.

She laid wrapped
in his strong arms. She thought about this and that but mostly she
just felt lucky to have him. He was the better choice. She had chosen
well for herself.

Emily fell asleep
in his arms. She felt so safe.

They woke with
the sun. Emily could hear a roaster calling out that the sun was
coming up, just like in children's storybooks. Nathaniel's first
words were, “Emily, I need you.” She knew what he expected from
her now. She rolled on her back and opened her legs wide. He climbed
in between them and tested her for wetness, determining that she
wasn't wet enough. He rubbed her again.

“Please, not so
hard or so fast,” she told him.

Emily had found
this part of her body before while bathing. She liked to touch it
gently too. It relaxed her.

Nathaniel changed
his tempo and she responded to it right away. He tested her and she
was quickly getting nice and wet for him. He rubbed some more and
then when he checked her, she was a lot wetter.

Nathan entered
her more gently, too. He closed his eyes and his head went back as he
concentrated on making love to his wife. The feel of her around him
was pleasing to him. Then he remembered that the sun was out and he
could look at her body in daylight. He looked down at her. Her eyes
were closed.

His eyes were
free to roam over her body. He watched her breasts as he thrust into
her. They moved with the rhythm that he controlled. He thrust a
little deeper and faster. She responded with a little quiver and a
moan. He continued his pace until watching her breasts move, did him
in. Nathaniel filled her once again with his seed. He hoped that he
would give her a baby that grow inside of her. He wanted to see her
swelled with their child. He wanted to give her lots of children.

She was already
liking this new sensation. He made her feel warm and loved when he
did that.

Nathaniel got up
and poured water into the basin. He washed himself and then he tipped
the water out of the window. He poured more water as she watched him.
First this morning did she really understand what part of him had
made love to her.

“You can wash
yourself now.” He looked over at her. He really liked to look at
her.

“Can I wash
myself after you have left?” She had pulled the blanket up high,
practically to her nose.

He went around
the bed and sat down next to her. He was still naked, and not at all
shy about her seeing him. “Emily, this is a good time to have a
talk.”

She nodded at
him.

“I want you to
understand what I expect from you. These are the rules as my parents
taught them to us. There are only four of them. You can remember four
rules right?”

She nodded again.

“We call them
the four D's or don'ts. The order isn't important just remember them.
Number one.” He held up his pointer finger. “Disobedience. Number
two.” His middle finger joined his pointer finger. “Disrespect.
Number 3.” His ring finger rose. “Dishonesty, and number 4 is
Danger, meaning anything that could put you in danger. Do you
understand?”

She nodded again.

“Good, repeat
the rules.” He sounded so strict that she was a little afraid of
him.

“I may not be
disobedient, disrespectful, dishonest or put myself in dangers way.”
She was taking him very serious, and he could tell that.

“Very good. You
just follow those rules and we will get along just fine. Here comes
the first thing I am going to tell you. I don't want you hiding your
body from me. You are very pleasing to the eye, and I want to see my
beautiful wife, even if she is just washing herself and I have just
had you. Now get up and wash yourself.” He stood and moved away so
his red-faced wife could get up.