Nathaniel and his brothers carried her trunk upstairs to her room.
“She sure is shy,” Charles commented.
Nathaniel straightened his back and looked at his brother in a way that told him he wouldn't tolerate anyone, saying anything bad about his wife.
Charles quieted down immediately.
“She seems very nice. It was really nice of her to think of all of us like that. The thing that I'm curious about is – Well, the gifts were all very expensive, the best of the best. Her clothes say that she comes from a very rich family, too. There is a mystery going on here,” Edward mused.
Nathaniel didn't care he was just happy that she was here with him, such a pretty and good wife. If she turned out to be a virgin too, then life would be perfect for him. His brothers didn't care about things like that but he still did. He wanted a wife that was above reproach.
They had met his sister-in-laws while they were working in a bordello. His brothers had wanted wives and his sister-in-laws had wanted a better life. It worked out for them but he didn't want that for himself. Even if nobody around here knew the truth.
Nathaniel nodded to himself. It was time. He went down to get her.
Emily listened to the other two chatting about this and that. They thanked her again for the fine soap and cream.
“I was happy to do it.” Emily smiled and looked down at her shoes. For her this was already warming up. As she raised her head she noticed Nathaniel looking at her. He stood on the steps. She swallowed hard. It was time for that, she thought.
Emily's life had been so sheltered up until now. She hoped that she was safe with him. He had promised to cherish and protect her, but the man her father had chosen for her would have stood at the alter and said those same words. He just wouldn't have kept his promises.
Would Nathaniel?
“Emily,” he called to her.
“Thank you for the lovely welcome.” She turned to the other two women who seemed to be avoiding her eye. “Good night.”
“Good night,” they repeated in unison.
Chapter 2 Time To Be Brave
Emily went to Nathaniel, who was holding his hand out for her to take. She shyly took hold of it.
Nathaniel watched her very closely as they went up the stairs. He, too, was nervous. He had visited a bordello before he sent off his advertisement. There he had asked the whores how, to take a virgin. They had given him a couple of tips. He didn't want to scare his little wife. This was the main reason he had wanted a wife. Hearing his brothers making love to their wives every night, left him wanting. Now he had Emily for that. He wanted her to like it when he touched her and made loved to her.
“This is our room.” He opened the door for her.
She pulled all of her nerve together and walked into the door. Nathaniel entered behind her, closing the door.
He was debating with himself what would be better for her. Just getting it over with, or taking it slowly. He decided to play it by ear.
Nathaniel went over to the bed on the side he preferred. He removed his boots. He set them aside and looked over at Emily.
Emily stood close to the door and looked around the room. It wasn't as fancy as what she had been used to but it was a separate room with a closed door in between them and the rest of his family.
She had actually been very surprised how nice everything was here. The house was at least two stories high. She guessed there must be a third story because the walls in here were all straight.
The room was dark and she couldn't see everything, but what she saw was nice. There was a washing table on his side of the bed and a chair on hers. He had a desk in here. She wondered if he had sat there while he wrote to her.
There was a small wardrobe against the wall. It wouldn't be big enough. When the rest of her things arrived they would need a bigger one. Her things had been following them out here. She, herself wasn't sure what her aunt had all packed for her but it was probably too much.
“Emily, come here to me,” he called to her.
She slowly went to him. He patted the bed next to him. She sat down shyly and slowly. She could smell him. Not that he smelt bad but he smelt different than a woman would. She tried to stop herself from shaking.
She had so many clothes on that he wasn't even sure how to get her out of all of them. He turned to her. Should he say something to her? What should he say?
He started unbuttoning his shirt. He had removed his tie earlier. Nathaniel stood and hung his shirt over the desk chair. He turned to her. She was removing her clothes too. He saw her hands shake in the light. She was being brave, he thought.
Emily stepped out of her dress. She walked around to her side of the bed and laid her dress over the chair there. She looked over at him to see if he approved.
He was staring at her in her underthings. He was just wearing his pants. She had never seen a man's bare chest before. He had a bit of hair on his chest. Not much but a bit.
She didn't know that they had hair there. She worried about her own secret hair. What if he thought she was ugly or perhaps he would even be repulsed by her nakedness. He was opening his pants now.
Emily went to work on her corset. She now stood there half naked, but he had turned away from her and she could see that he was completely naked. She pushed her dress and corset back so she could sit on the chair and remove her shoes and stockings. Just her knickers were left. She pulled the laces that were holding them up and removed them too. She kept repeating to herself 'better Nathaniel Tate than Victor Wellington'.
Nathaniel went to his wife and touched her face. He avoided looking at her body just yet. She was holding her arms in a way that barely covered her up, but the effort was there. He looked into her eyes and asked, the question he had promised himself he wouldn't ask. “How much experience have you had?”
“None.” She was surprised that he would even ask that. She thought it would be assumed. He would have only wanted to marry a virgin.
“Why did you get undressed so easily?”
She had done something wrong. She knew she would. Her aunt told her that that wasn't possible, but she knew if someone could manage it than she would be the one.
“I'm sorry. My aunt said that I just had to get undressed and then you would do the rest. I'm sorry, I did it wrong.” Her head hung in her shame. Her arms tried to cover herself up. She turned to retrieve her clothes.
“No, your aunt was right. You did everything just right. You were even very brave about it.” He moved her face so he could look in her eyes. She was crying.
“Emily, I want to take a look at you. If you want you can look at me too. But I need you to move your arms to your sides. Can you do that for me?”
He was laying on his southern accent pretty thick. It sounded so gentlemanly in a way a Boston man couldn't achieve. It had the undertone that said I'm not just saying these things I mean them. She felt that he would protect her but the only person she was afraid of at the moment was him.
He stepped back to look at her and she moved her hands a little to her sides and then she covered herself up again. He watched her fighting with herself. The glimpses of her he was getting were already working on him. He was glad she wasn't looking at him. He was getting rock hard in the meantime.
Her beauty continued under her clothes. He could see a tiny waist and the hints of rounded breasts and hips that flared out.
“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 b
oth 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 calve
s 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.
Chapter 3 Everyday Life
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.
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