Chapter Six - The Honey Moon |
The wedding
was a semi-formal affair and I bought me a black suit that I would be wearing
for the wedding and in court it the future.
All my folks
were there and Abby’s clan was also well represented. Abby’s father wanted us
to have a nice honeymoon so he paid for us to go to Chicago by train and stay at a nice hotel.
No one in my
family had ever had a honeymoon they just went to the preacher and then moved
in together so this was something new for us.
It was late
afternoon by the time we left and the middle of the morning the next day by the
time we arrived at the hotel. Her father
had booked us what they called a suite instead of a room so we had plenty of space
to stretch out. After we unpacked we sat in the living room and took some deep
breaths just looking at each other. I
asked her if she was hungry and she said not yet.
We sat there
for a while longer and I said, “What do you want to do?”
She grinned
and said; “What do you think?” With that
she started to remove her clothes. I swallowed a time or two and also started
to take off my clothes.
When she got
down to her underwear she stopped and said you will have to take the rest off.
I gently caressed her while I removed the rest of her clothes and we spent the
rest of the afternoon embracing each other.
All of the
things Abner had told me now made sense where before I didn’t fully understand
it. In the midst of our lovemaking she started to make loud noises and I almost
panicked for Abner never mention this. I asked if she was alright and she
gasped out a loud yes.
Afterward
she looked exhausted but I had to ask; were you in pain? She burst out laughing
and said yes the most pleasurable pain imaginable. I took that to mean
everything was okay.
During the
week we went out and saw some of the sights Chicago had to offer but most of our time was
spent in out suite enjoying each other.
I thought of
many people I knew who couldn’t wait for marriage and tried to satisfy some
lust of the moment and how things turn out badly for them.
Thinking
back to the time in school when I told Abby she was my girl for life I never
could have dreamed she would be so well developed and the wonderful passionate
woman she turned out to be. I only hoped
that the women my brothers married are as passionate as my Abby.
I have come
to understand my Ma is that type of woman and Abner’s wife is the same even
though she isn’t the prettiest gal around.
We arrived
back home and settled in although our desire for one another hasn’t subsided
any as of yet. Abner said things will
slow down a bit as kids come along but I had a hard time believing that.
I have gone
back to work in the law office full time until classes begin. Abby has set up
housekeeping and has a lot of her old girl friends from the past coming over.
They constantly ask about me and intimate questions about our love life.
I have come
in and heard their questions and some of her answers to them. She says things
like; “Oh he is wonderful, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you, there isn’t
another one like him.”
To my
embarrassment she would go into more detail as they would probe for more
information. When I would come in they would stare at me, looking me over from
head to foot, undressing me as it were.
She got the
greatest kick out of teasing them and I would get one more longing look as they
left.
I told Abby
she should stop telling her friends, stories about me because I had more than
one proposition put to me already and furthermore I turn red while they are
staring at me below my belt. She roared
laughing at that but turned serious and said she would stop leading them on.
I began to
have some of the older women in town tell me they had some legal problems they
needed advice on and asked me to come to their home and help them. I would tell
them I am not licensed to act in the capacity of which they needed help but
would have one of the other attorneys come over and help them. Their answer was always short which was; just
forget it I’ll take care of it myself. I
can’t imagine what amazing stories are being told about me behind my back.
I was back
in school again and had discovered each month there was a few down days in our
love making. This was something I guess I had heard about but experiencing it
was another thing. I decided that a break every so often was a good thing.
Being raised on the farm I had related human sexuality to what the animals did
but it wasn’t long till I realized there was a vast difference between humans
and the animals when it came to loving and making love.
TO BE CONTINUED
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