“That could serve as an impediment to what I have in mind.” The doctor raised his eyebrows.
“How?” The miner looked confused.
“A young woman in her condition is best suited to think and learn by herself. Were she to have another of her gender close by to confide in, no matter the station, there is little hope of her being cured of the fears that plague her.”
“But surely another woman can bring her the…” Kilburn stared at his friend in wonder.
“Not in this matter, old friend.” Dixon laughed softly. “Your young bride must endure my care by herself and come to terms with her inadequacies on her own… under my exclusive guidance. She needs to come at ease in the company of a man… another woman’s presence will deter or prolong the outcome as desired.”
“Yes, I do see the logic there now.” Kilburn smoothed down his dark, grey streaked moustache.
“Have no fear, Morris. I will take care of everything for you.” Dixon smiled and patted his friend’s broad shoulder.
“I spare no expense, old friend, this has to be done.” Kilburn nodded and emptied his drink.
“You can rely on me, Morris.”
“I always have, Gaspar.”
***
Gasper Dixon smiled as he recollected the conversation he had with his friend, the mining magnate Morris Kilburn only twenty four hours ago. The horse drawn carriage approaching his door down the cobbled streets was brining to him the lovely prize that had unexpectedly fallen on his lap. He stood tall, dressed in his Sunday best by the door, ready to greet the young Mrs. Nicolette Kilburn as the carriage came to halt.
He sucked in his breath at the sight of her. A young woman in the prime of her youth, radiating beauty and health, her exquisite gown of pale cherry delineated every mouth-watering curve. Dixon couldn’t help but envision her without the hindrance of her clothing as he reveled at the familiar sense of pleasure stirring down below.
“Allow me, my dear.” Dixon held up a gloved hand, smiling at the lovely young woman peering out of the opened door. “And welcome to my humble home.”
“Oh, you must be Doctor Gaspar Dixon.” She replied, her voice trembled a little as she took his hand. “My husband has asked me to… uh, to have you help me…”
“Yes, indeed, my dear.” Dixon contained his excitement with some effort. “But we can talk of such details inside. Come in, my servants will take your belongings to your room.”
“Oh, uh… thank you, Doctor.” She blushed and stepped out of the carriage.
“My pleasure.” He smiled and ushered her into his home that also served as his office. “And please, no need to be formal. Call me Gaspar.”
“Oh, uh… but surely… your title…”
“Ah, titles and stations are meant for formalities and for business.” Dixon laughed, slipping a hand across the small of her back and noting the stiffness coming over her. “No such need amongst friends, and Morris and I have been friends since before you were born.”
“I s-s-see…” She stammered, clearly unaccustomed to a man’s touch. “I must… I mean… I need some time…”
“But of course.” He smiled, removing his hand. “We have all the time we need. A week should suffice quite adequately, don’t you think?”
“I… yes, yes… it should.” She avoided his intense stare.
Dixon felt like leaping for joy. She was the loveliest thing he had ever seen and he wondered how the gruff old fool, Kilburn, managed to find such a beauty through the mail order bride service. The old miner must have paid quite a tidy sum for her. He looked her over in admiration. Her soft features brought out the innocence that she had inside. Dark hair framing a perfect heart shaped face, eyes as blue as a serene pool and lips, full and red, moist and inviting, drove a rapid beat of passion into his heart. He would enjoy this week to come, just by beholding her in his eyes.
“What shall we do, Doc… uh… Gaspar?” Nicolette gave him a brief glance and looked away at the wall before her.
“Firstly, you must make yourself at home.” He offered. “And then we will begin your induction into a life of marriage.”
“Uh, yes, certainly.” She looked around in uncertainty as she sat on the large chair that served as his examination couch.
“You do know why you are here, don’t you?” He asked, taking the seat opposite her.
“Yes, I... I do.” She stared at the carpeted floor.
“So tell me why you are here?” He asked, resisting the urge touch her chin and lift her head.
“Uh, my husband…” She began slowly, still staring hard into the ground.
“Morris.” He interjected.
“Huh?” She looked up wide eyed.
“Let us be less formal.” He smiled at her, losing himself in those soft pools of blue.
“Yes… yes… my hu… Morris has asked me to be tutored by you in the ways… the ways of…”
“Yes, go on.” He leaned closer.
“I am rather embarrassed, Doctor.” She covered her face in her small hands.
“No need to be, Nicolette.” He said soothingly. “Please continue.”
“Yes, I… Morris wishes that I learn the ways of a woman and a man after marriage… that I may be of the service required… that I may make him happy by… bearing him…”
“Very good.” He decided to alleviate her discomfort. “But let us not look upon marriage as a transaction, or a service either party need perform… even if there was an exchange of monetary value for this betrothal.”
“Uh… yes, my parents were in need of… I decided I could help them with…” She had a look of anguish in her lovely face.
“Very noble of you, my dear.” Dixon encouraged the agonized girl. “And that is why you are here with me.”
“What are we to do?” She looked at him wonderingly.
“We, or more specifically I, will impart instruction of how one needs to be in matters of intimacy between a man and a woman.”
“You are… a man and I am a woman.” She said; her eyes wide in wonder.
“Excellent observation.” He replied, keeping the sarcasm in his tone hidden. “And we will together discover the bliss a man and woman can share once the fears and inhibitions are cast aside.”
“But you and I are not…” She narrowed her eyes at him.
“Yes, indeed… and a pity.” He gave her a broad smile. “I am merely going to educate you in the ways so that you and my best friend Morris may live a life of bliss and happiness.”
“Oh, I… I see.” She stammered. “But will I be required…”
“Yes, you will be.” He stood up, offering her his hand. “I am a doctor, a professional in the arts… and what you are required to do will remain in the purview of my professional conduct. You have nothing to fear.”
“Are we to begin now?” She took his hand and stood up.
“Now I will show you to your room, you may refresh yourself,” The doctor smiled, leading her up a flight of stairs. “And then you will join me for luncheon and take rest for the afternoon. In the evening we shall begin your journey into a life of blessed matrimony.”
“Thank you, Doc… er… Gaspar.” She nodded, gazing at the framed paintings on the wall as she walked up the stairs.
“This is your room for the week.” Dixon showed her in, waving around at the cozy little guestroom. “We shall be undertaking your lessons here. Please refresh and be downstairs for lunch within the hour… we are having lamb stew today.”
“Oh, marvelous.” She smiled. “Lamb is my favorite.”
“How fortunate.” Dixon grinned, pleased that he had done his homework. All the information he would require had been supplied to him over the last few hours. It was imperative to have the young Nicolette Kilburn feel as much home as possible for him to get to work and keep his promise to his friend of twenty years.
***
“Twenty.” She replied, smiling shyly.
“Yes, I believe you will be.” Dixon watched her
closely. “In a few months.”
A lot more relaxed than when she had first arrived, Nicolette looked even more breathtaking after her afternoon rest. She looked temptingly divine in the dark blue gown and white gloves as she sat opposite him at the tea table. Her rich hair, held up in place by a diamond studded pin, gave her a feel of regal importance, and yet her lovely face looked as innocent as ever.
“Oh, I thought I was twenty already.” She widened her soft blue eyes.
“Oh no, no, no.” He laughed. “When you add up the years, you must not count the year of your birth… you were not born a year old, the year count starts from the second year.”
“Oh, yes… how silly of me.” She laughed with him. “Yes, I understand now… I think I knew that but I get confused sometimes.”
“Ah, never fear, dear Nicolette.” Dixon grinned. “I can teach you many more things than what old Morris requires.”
“Oh, that would be wonderful.” She gushed, gazing at him closely. “I have not had anyone teach me things before, I mostly learned on my own.”
“There is so much to learn, my dear; one lifetime is not enough for it.” He said sagely. “Learning is a continuous process.”
“Uh, even for you?” Nicolette stared at him wonderingly, warming up to the man.
“For everyone… every day of life.” He nodded, noting her level of comfort with satisfaction. “But now, let us focus on you and the primary reason you are here.”
“I… yes, of course… Gaspar.” She looked away shyly.
“Excellent.” He rubbed his hands together. “To begin our lessons, I will have to ask you many things… some might be embarrassing for you to answer at first, but it is part of this exercise.”
“I understand, and I will do my best.” She answered softly.
“Very good.” Dixon grinned widely. “Willingness gets half the job done.”
“I am willing.” Her voice wavered a little.
“Then tell me, Nicolette.” He leaned closer and stared into her watery eyes. “Have you ever been close to a man, intimately?”
“I… uh… no, never.” She shivered slightly.
“Ever in your life?” He pressed.
“As far as I know, I have dreaded any kind of proximity… I can never quite explain why.” She looked slightly exasperated.
“And do you desire to be close to man… not because you have to, but you want to?” He stared at her hard.
“I… it’s confusing to me… I like the company of men, as we are now, Gaspar, talking and sharing views… but I have never… felt comfortable being physically close.”
“Do you wish to be?” He almost demanded.
“I… yes, and no.” She sighed and looked up at the chandelier.
“You have to choose one, my dear.” He said softly, noting her facial expression. “Your marriage depends on it.”
“I am afraid, Doctor… I cannot bring myself to… to…” She whispered, almost on the verge of tears.
“Quite alright, my dear.” He encouraged. “No need to stress yourself. Think upon it slowly over time. That’s why you are here… with me, to learn.”
“Yes, Doc… Gaspar.” She said, shaking like a leaf.
“Would you like a drink to calm yourself?” He reached for an unopened bottle of wine. “…though I would prefer you learn to calm your fears without the need for external stimulus.”
“No, I am quite alright, Gaspar.” She looked into his eyes. “I have faith in you, even more than in myself… I am ready for your guidance, and will not need wine or any other such substance.”
“Bravo.” Dixon clapped.
“I have never been close to a man, nor had such thoughts.” She offered, sitting up straight.
“And with other women?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Doctor!” She gasped. “That’s preposterous.”
“Though not unheard of.” He smiled tightly.
“I have never heard of such…” She almost cried. “But never mind. I prefer the company of men, but am yet to grow comfortable to allow intimacy.”
“I can help you change that.” He leaned close, fighting the temptation to touch her knee.
“And I am ready for your help.” The young woman nodded.
“Have you ever seen a man in a state of undress… from afar, or from hiding… or maybe in pictures or paintings?”
“I have… in paintings and sculptures.” She blushed a bright red.
“And in the flesh… so to speak?” He grinned slyly.
“Never.” She hid her face in her small hand.
“And have you ever wanted to?” His tone was alluring.
“I… no, but I have sometimes wondered.” She admitted shyly.
“That’s a good start.” He nodded. “We can arrange your first journey of exploration into the male physiology right here.”
“What?” She jerked upward, alarmed by his near brazen statement.
“Have no fear.” He laughed. “I have several texts and drawings that explain the human body in detail, part of my job as a medical practitioner. I will make them available to you after dinner, so you may discover for yourself and we will discuss those after the morning meal.”
“I have… yes, that does sound appropriate.” She nodded, wiping her face with a small kerchief.
Dixon watched her admiringly. The slender young girl had the willingness, and yet something deeply ingrained inhibited her. An inherent fear, he could deduce, was keeping her from expressing herself; a fear that he would take much pleasure in relieving her of.
***
“Yes, that is the natural form of the human male… in all it’s glory.” Gaspar Dixon said pleasantly as they sat at his study the next morning after breakfast. “It is normal for a woman to desire such.”
“I… have never felt the need.” Nicolette whispered, her slender finger tracing the detailed lines on the illustration of an aroused male organ on the desk before her.
“You have lived a far too sheltered life.” Dixon nodded slowly, admiring the way her chest heaved with each excited breath. “Your guardians should have taken more interest in helping you know the ways of life, before packing you off for a fee.”
“I… well, we didn’t have the… oh, never mind.” She looked away, her eyes misting over. “Forget the past, Doctor. I am now ready to know what was denied to me. I am of age and my mind is open to instruction.”
“Excellent.” Dixon smiled at her appreciatively. “The prize of every tutor is a willing and ready pupil. I have here now a set of illustrated instruction on the mating rituals of man and woman. I wish you to peruse them carefully and ask me everything that you need to.”
“Oh, my goodness.” She gasped, her eyes widening at the illustrated book of sexual acts he placed before her. “These images… they are so… so…”
“Explicit.” He completed for her. “Yes, they are. Nothing can he learned through veils and mirrors. There is no better way to acquire knowledge other than being open and detailed.”
“I know, Gaspar…” She gasped, peering intently at the well drawn pictures. “But these images… and the corresponding text… they… they…”
“Are making you feel uncomfortable, and yet you are getting excited.” He stated encouragingly.
“I… yes, yes…” She shook with trepidation. “I cannot explain it… why do I find such forbidden things so… so appealing.”
“It is nature, my dear.” He leaned back and brought his pipe to his lips. “Nature’s way of procreation… there are no inhibitions in nature… only we humans seek to stem and stagger the ways of nature.”
“Oh, Gaspar… I do feel so strange,” The flustered young thing muttered. “…it is pleasant and yet I feel guilt…”
“Shake off the feelings of guilt, and explore further.” He insisted, helping her to the next page. “Read the instructions there… understand the images, acquire the knowledge.”
“Oh, my goodness.” She gasped again as she turned the
page. “It’s… it is…”
“Yes, my dear,” He smiled, pointing at an illustration of a woman performing on a man. “…stimulation is important, and as you see here, oral stimulus of the erogenous zones heightens the natural pleasures, hence allowing the couple a far more satisfying conjugation.”
“Oh, Doctor… I feel ashamed to look at…” Nicolette said chokingly.
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