by Selena Kitt
"I've always dreamed of my daughter wearing my wedding dress," Mavis said, running a hand down the satin gown. "I know it's not the latest fashion, but…"
"It's not that, Mom. It's a beautiful gown, but I can't possibly fit into it, and I don't think I'd have time to alter it even if there is enough fabric left in the seams."
Mavis smiled, laid the dress across the bed, took her daughter by the hand and led her to where a cheval mirror stood in the corner. "Look," she instructed when the two stood side by side. "Darling, you look almost exactly like I did when I married your father."
Betsy spoke to the reflection in the mirror. "We both have blonde curly hair and blue eyes, but Mom, I am far chubbier than you were when you got married."
Mavis shook her head. "Would you at least try it on? If you don't like it, then you don't have to wear it."
Deciding that arguing would do her no good, Betsy nodded and was soon stripped down to her slip. She felt horrid at knowing the disappointment she'd bring to her mom but at least she'd be able to state she had tried. Ducking her head, she allowed the dress to be dropped over her curls, expecting it to go no further as her arms were guided through the sleeves. She sucked in her breath as the dress slid down and, when she lifted her head, her expression told of her absolute shock.
"Oh, honey, you look so beautiful," Mavis said, twirling her around in order to button the dress. "I knew it would fit you perfectly even though you aren't wearing your girdle."
Betsy giggled, wondering if her mother would be shocked to discover that attempting to pull tight rubber over a very tender bottom had just been too much that morning. "I promise to wear one for the wedding," she said.
Once the dress was on, Mavis led her back to the mirror, and both women's eyes filled with tears. "Mom, thank you so much," Betsy said. "It's just-just perfect!"
"Wait until you see the veil!"
By the time the women rejoined the men, tears had been shed, hugs had been exchanged, rather embarrassing motherly advice on what to expect on her wedding night dispensed, and assurances given that wherever Jack's service took him, mother and daughter were only a phone call or a postage stamp away from the other.
That night, it was Jane's turn to squeal and cry as they shared the news. Lifting Betsy's hand to look at the ring, she smiled. "You did good, Major."
An hour later, Betsy stood on the porch wrapped in Jack's arms. "Happy?" he asked.
"Ecstatic," she said, snuggling in a bit closer. "I just hope your family likes me."
"They are going to love you, sweetheart." He lifted her chin with his fingertip and kissed her yet again. "Get some sleep while you can. You'll need to start packing whatever you don't need for the wedding. I'm afraid I wasn't joking about the timing. We can spend our wedding night at the hotel, but the rest of our honeymoon will have to wait a bit. We need to be ready to load the truck when it comes early Monday morning."
"I'll be ready," Betsy assured him and then giggled. "In all the excitement about the wedding, you never told me where we are going to be stationed. Or are you going back to England? I've never been to a foreign country."
"Well, we won't be living in a foreign country exactly, but we won't be living in the United States, either."
"Where does that leave? The moon?"
"No, honey, I'm being stationed in the territories of Hawaii."
"Really? Is-is that safe? I mean, with the bombing of Pearl Harbor…"
"It's perfectly safe, sweetheart. We'll be living on the island but the Army post is outside the naval base. I promise, I'll keep you safe and you'll fall in love with the culture and the people. Trust me?"
"With my heart and my life," she said, smiling as he bent to kiss her again.
Chapter Nine
Jack watched with reverence as his bride walked towards him on her father's arm. She was the most stunning vision he'd ever seen. He repeated his vows promising to love, honor and cherish this woman for the rest of his life. When Betsy promised to love, honor, and obey, the smile she gave him almost knocked him off his feet. He lifted her veil once Reverend Schultz declared them husband and wife, and cupped her face between his palms.
"I love you, Mrs. Sommersby," he said before bending and kissing her gently for a moment. He would never forget the feeling of absolute perfection when his hands drifted to cup her backside and she pressed herself into his palms, whispering that she loved him too. The second kiss was far more passionate and prolonged, until the clearing of the reverend's throat had him pulling away. Facing their gathered guests, who did indeed fill the small church, he grinned as people began to clap. The newlyweds walked down the aisle, kissing at the arched entry and only breaking apart when Jane laughed.
"Save it for the honeymoon, lover boy. We have a reception to go to."
"Now who's being bossy?" Jack asked, his smile wide and his eyes shining as they entered the hall, were announced as Major and Mrs. Jackson Sommersby, and he led his bride onto the dance floor.
Betsy cried for the first time when her father led her out onto the dance floor and whispered that he would miss his baby girl and bent to kiss her cheek. He smiled and passed her hand to Jack before escorting Beverly, Jack's mother, off the floor before everyone headed towards the tables to fill their plates.
When their friends and neighbors heard of the quick wedding, everyone had gotten together to make it a wedding to remember. The tables held far more than ham and turkey as people had insisted on bringing side dishes. After more dancing, the newlyweds were guided towards another table. The three-tiered wedding cake standing in the place of honor was proof that there had been no difficulty getting enough sugar coupons. Jack placed his hand over hers on the knife and they both cut the first slice. When he lifted a piece of the cake to her lips, his heart almost stopped when her lips closed around his fingers, and the flick of her tongue against his skin had his cock stirring. The look in her eyes had him bending close.
"Careful, Mrs. Sommersby, you are about to make me forget we are still in a church."
She released his fingers with a giggle and quickly fed him a piece, snatching her hand away as if afraid he would repeat her gesture.
The couple exited the church under a hail of rice and walked beneath lifted sabers forming an arch all the way to the curb where Betsy's car was waiting. She laughed at the sight of the cans hanging from her bumper and the white shaving cream hearts decorating the windows. Just Married took up most of the back window, and white tissue hearts had been tied to the antennae. Jack opened the door and made sure her wedding gown was fully inside before closing it. She rolled down the window to wave and shout her thanks to her mother and friends as he slid behind the wheel. It was only a few blocks to the hotel he'd been staying in but it was a ride he'd never forget.
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Betsy gave a little shriek when her husband lifted her into his arms outside the door of the honeymoon suite. "Jack, put me down! I'm too big—"
"You, my love, are the absolute perfect size."
She snuggled into him, her cheeks flaming as the bellhop grinned and unlocked the door.
"Dial zero on the phone if you need anything," the man said after they entered the suite. "The champagne and fruit basket are compliments of the hotel."
"Thank you," Jack said, adjusting his bride a bit in his arms as he reached into his pocket and withdrew a bill. Pressing it into the man's hand, he continued, "Please put the Do Not Disturb sign on the door as you leave."
"Certainly, sir, and may I offer my congratulations to you and the Missus and thanks for your service, Major."
"Thank you." Jack nodded as the man gave a small bow of his head and left the room.
"Jack, you can put me down now," Betsy said.
"Even though I'd rather hold you forever, I suppose it would be easier for you to undress with your feet on the floor."
Betsy wondered if she'd ever stop blushing at the images his words painted in her mind. When he set her down, only to pull her into his arms a
nd bend to kiss her, she decided that she had far more important questions to be asking herself. Despite her mother's rushed explanation of what to expect, and Jane's far more intimate sharing of details, she wondered if she'd be able to please her husband. While she was a virgin, she had no such expectations from Jack. He was eight years older than she, and at thirty-two it would be unrealistic to expect that he hadn't gained experience. God, she hoped he had, because she had no idea how to even begin and the sight of the huge bed in the room wasn't doing anything to calm her jitters.
"Turn around, sweetheart," Jack said after releasing her. "I'll help you with your gown and then you can use the bathroom first."
"Um, okay," she said, turning her back to him. She felt herself trembling as he began to push the satin buttons from their loops. When the last one was undone, she had to bite back a moan when she felt him push apart the satin to plant a kiss on her shoulder, then pressed soft kisses down her spine as he lowered the gown so that she could step from it. Standing in her slip, she knew her face was red when he gently patted her bottom and then handed her the small bag she'd packed with her wedding night trousseau. "Thank you," she managed, though her voice sounded strange even to herself as she scurried into the bathroom and shut the door.
Removing her slip, she unfastened her stockings from their garters and rolled them down. Nerves caused her to giggle as she wondered what would be the name given for the ridiculous combination of dance and shuffle necessary to peel the girdle from her skin. Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra and removed it. Once she was naked, she unsnapped the latches on the small suitcase. They'd received a great deal of wedding gifts, opening them together, but Jane had slipped into her room the night before and handed her another box.
"You didn't have to give me another gift," Betsy had said.
"Yes I did. Even though your mother's gown is gorgeous, I wanted you to have something new and special for your wedding night."
Smiling at the special moment shared, Betsy pulled the gown over her head and shivered. It seemed to caress her skin as the fabric slid down her body. She pulled on the matching robe, which was far different than the chenille one she normally wore. Her fingers shook a bit as she tied the two satin bows across the bodice and then looked up. "Oh my," she whispered at the sight of her reflection. "Janey, you are quite the naughty girl, aren't you?" The gown molded to her body and was practically transparent. It was by far the most risqué thing she'd ever worn and yet she felt… well, she felt sexy. Dipping into the bag again, she was soon giving a little moan.
"Honey? Do you need help?" At the sound of Jack's voice, she gave a little jump and a squeal.
When the doorknob rattled, she shrieked, "No! Don't come in!"
"Betsy, are you okay?"
"No! I mean, yes… I mean I'm fine…" She certainly was not fine. While the negligée set was beautiful, it was missing a very important item. "Jane Kennedy! I can't believe you did this!" she whispered, giving up the search and picking up her girdle. She twisted and squirmed, pulling the resisting rubber up and then groaning as she turned again to the mirror. Forget sexy, she looked absolutely ridiculous.
"Betsy, honey, you don't sound okay. Sweetheart, let me in."
"No!" Giving up any hope of a sexy, seductive, exit, she sighed. "Could you bring me my suitcase, Jack?"
"Why?"
"Because I-I can't find…" God, did wives talk about underwear with their husbands? Well, maybe, but probably not to their brand new husband!
"Find what? Honey, come on out. I don't like talking through a door."
"I can't!"
"Why not?"
"Because I can't find my panties!" She slapped her hand over her mouth the moment the words left her lips.
"Sweetheart, I promise, you don't need any panties. Now, come on out and let me look at my bride."
Her hand dropped from her mouth but didn't reach for the doorknob. Giving up any hope of undies, she once again struggled out of the girdle and took another few minutes to brush her hair and her teeth, though what she was really doing was stalling.
"Betsy Sommersby, I'm about to break this door down," Jack warned.
"I-I'm coming." Opening the door, she stuck her head out, only to have her husband reach for her hand and pull her from the bathroom.
"God, you are stunning," he said, his eyes raking up and down her body. "I've never seen anyone so perfect." He pulled her into his arms, his lips descending upon hers and suddenly the fact that she was naked beneath the barely-there gown no longer mattered. She moaned as his tongue swept between her lips to dance with her own. One arm kept her close as his other hand began to stroke up and down her back before running down her arms and then cupping a bottom cheek. Her legs began to shake and she moaned again.
"I love you, wife," he said, his voice husky.
"Oh, Jack, I love you so much," she said, leaning into him. "I-I don't know what to do."
"Darling, you are doing perfectly and it will be my greatest pleasure to teach you."
Betsy nodded and when he led her to the bed and slowly untied the bows of her robe and slipped it from her shoulders, she felt her nipples tighten and her sex moisten. He kissed her again, set her on the bed and then began to disrobe. Her eyes were glued to his chest as he removed his shirt, exposing his flat, muscular stomach. When he kicked off his shoes and unbuckled his belt, she swallowed hard. When he grinned and slid his pants and boxers down, she felt as if she might faint. He was… huge and, oh my, growing even larger as he straightened and stood before her in all his glory.
"Your turn, my dearest Betsy," he said, reaching for her and drawing her to her feet once again. He pulled the gown over her head and tossed it away. She only had a moment to think how little she'd worn Jane's gift before his mouth was on hers and his hands stroked her breasts for the first time.
Lifting her into his arms, he laid her on the bed and climbed in beside her.
Chapter Ten
Jack took his time. This was a moment and a night his bride would remember for the rest of her life. He'd rather take a bullet than make it less than the perfection she deserved. After gently guiding her legs apart only far enough to settle between them, he leaned over and kissed her until she was moaning. Moving his lips, he kissed down the side of her neck. His soft whisper in the shell of her ear that he loved her, had her quivering. The kisses in the dip of her collarbone and the hollow of her throat had her whispering his name, the breathless catch in her words had his cock stiffening into a rod of steel. His hand moved to cup a breast, his thumb running across a nipple that was as hard as the diamond on her finger.
"You are so beautiful," he murmured before lowering his head and flicking her turgid bud with the tip of his tongue. She surged up and he smiled before drawing her nipple into his mouth and laving it until she was squirming beneath him. He used his hand to caress her other breast before lifting his head, giving her a smile, and dipping down to give her other nipple the same attention.
"Oh, Jack," she said softly, her fingers moving through his black hair. He didn't release her nipple for several moments, his fingers sliding down across the plane of her tummy, easily able to feel the goosebumps that popped up on her skin. As his fingers began to run through the golden curls at the apex of her thighs, she attempted to close her legs.
"Don't," he said, lifting his head. "Open for me, darling." He saw the pink suffusing her skin but was very pleased when he felt her legs opening, allowing him access. His fingers dipped lower and slid along the seam of her sex, earning another moan from his wife. He knew she expected him to move but figured she never expected the move he made. Releasing her nipple, he began to kiss a path down her stomach, running his tongue into the small hollow of her belly button. Her hands clung to his shoulders when he began to move lower.
"Jack?"
"Shh, sweetheart. Let me love you." He spread her legs further and returned to placing gentle kisses, soft nibbles and little nips on her skin until he was lying between he
r open thighs. The moment his tongue ran through the lips of her sex, she bucked up and her hands moved to grip the sheet beneath her. He broadened his tongue, using it to separate her outer lips, and then slowly ran it up and down her pussy until she was writhing. She was so very, very wet but she hadn't yet exploded. He circled the small bundle of nerves, grinning when her hands reached for him, fingers twisting again in his hair. He ignored the slight pain of the pull, concentrating his attention on bringing her to her first orgasm. Sucking her clitoris into his mouth, he began to flick it rapidly with his tongue until she was bucking, her cry of ecstasy the most beautiful song he'd ever heard. He allowed her to calm while keeping her clit captured between his lips, his tongue still until he once again began to flick and lick, suck, and give little nips until he felt her entire body tense and then explode again, her song of bliss repeated. Only then did he lift himself and again bend over her body, claiming her lips and allowing her to taste the nectar she'd gifted him with.
"Oh, Jack," she whispered as he released her mouth. "I-I never knew."
"Betsy, I have so very much to teach you," he said, kissing her again and positioning himself at her slick entrance. "I'm sorry, this might hurt the first time, but only once."
"I-I don't care," she said, her face flushed from what he thought was probably a combination of pleasure and shyness. "I-I want to be yours in all ways."
"You shall be, I promise." He lifted her legs to lie over his arms as he began to press inside her virginal body. He went slowly, watching her face as her eyes widened as she was forced to stretch to accommodate him. Pausing, he was pleased to hear her whisper that she was ready. Nodding, he once again bent forward, clamped his mouth over hers and then gave a single hard thrust. He swallowed her cry of discomfort as he broke through her maidenhead and allowed her a moment to recover before he began to move. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs moved to wrap around his waist. God, he had found heaven in the arms of his bride. He began to move in and out, loving the soft gasps and whimpers his movements drew from her. Knowing he was close to erupting, he moved one hand to press against her clit.