War Torn Love

by Londo, Jay M.

  As he stood up, I grew quite curious, about his own naked body, which I had been denied at seeing those far, was not fair to me. I had never seen one before though I knew what it was used for, maybe that is why I was more excited. After asking, my sister had described it to me - she drew one for me on a piece of paper. She told me what happens when a male grows aroused, she had tried being as delicate as possible though, but emphasized the ‘growing.’

  I had to see it for myself. I knelt down in front of him for the best of possible views. Slipping his pants all the way off. I could tell he suddenly was nervous be my actions. He suddenly became shy – his hands dropped from my hair to cover, himself. I went ahead letting him know “It was ok sweetie just relax,”

  Then I moved his hands away, I discovered they had been concealing a huge bulge sticking out from under his underwear, I was very curious now. The silence was broken, when I abruptly out of the silence, and his underwear were down, I uttered out loudly, “Wow! I never imagined, wow!” I remembered when I was a girl we had traveled to Warsaw, there was a Mable statue of a naked Greek man, with his manhood hanging out. I remembered the thought that when though my head then, only now, I knew what it was used for.

  I truly had not meant to say that aloud. Thinking about it, I just I might of unintentionally embarrassed him, he turned scarlet right after, him thinking perhaps I didn’t like what I was now seeing. Quite the opposite. My face was only about a foot away from you know just like that statue, his manhood, when it first popped out at me, quite literally. And based upon what my sister had told me, he must have been very, very animated by what we had been doing. I wondered if it was customary to be that aroused. Curiosity got the best of me, like a powerful magnet I reached out for it. I gripped onto it with my hands it was so foreign feeling. I was amazed by the way, from which it felt between my fingers. I looked up at him, and said again, more softly, “Wow!”

  I squeezed it, and then stroked it a few times, not sure, what it was I was doing, no clue. However, based upon the changes he was going through after I had started touching him there. God must have blessed him; sister had told me what I should be expecting to see. He liked what I was doing. I stood back up. Now you might say, we had each had our introductions in a completely new ways.

  Our two naked bodies, now side by side, just like Adam and Eve. The heat we were generating was truly immense. We embraced each other and not able to resist, we began kissing. I had my arms around him and then he swept me right up off my feet, scooping me up in his manly powerful arms, and then he whisked me up effortlessly over to the bed, before he then gently laid me down. Never taking his eyes off of mine. Then he very excitedly climbed on top of me. I realized to myself that this was it, no turning back now. The moment I have dreamed of. Neither of us really had no idea what we were going. I nervously looked up at him. I bit my lip because I was nervous; he anxiously looked down at me. No sooner, had I opened my legs as a woman, he was attempting not too successfully to penetrate me - he was in too much of a hurry. We fumbled a little, and then he finally slid in, rocking against me. And before I could even think of getting into it, he was over and done with, if you know what I mean. Then he ecstatically kissed me, I was stunned, out of breath. I would learn this kind of thing could happen a lot.

  “I love you Hana that was absolutely amazing!”

  He then collapsed beside me - lying next to me, breathing hard. He had a huge grin on his face, staring up at the ceiling, hands behind his back. He looked so good laying there, his naked body was something else, my own Greek god, something I know I wanted to look more at. I reached my hand over to feel his heart was beating fast.

  I did not exactly have the equivalent sort of happy, satisfied grin written on my own face, I stared up at the roof above me, the candle light dancing off the ceiling, and the stars were out, since it was a clear night.

  My sister and Momma had previously warned me it would be like this on my first time out. It felt weird having his substance inside of me, and not to mention all over between the inside of my legs. They said it gets a whole lot better, both smiling as they told me this - in fact, they both blushed as they did.

  Momma said, “It will get to the point that eventually not to far after, it feels good, and you’re really enjoying it, actually want it yourself. Your whole body will quiver from the experience - the feeling can last for hours.” Oh and they told me to lie, and say I enjoyed myself if asked, and I would be. They told me it takes men a lot of time and practice, on how to satisfy a woman, though they always like to think that they had. “They know absolutely nothing; they learn quickly how to satisfy themselves, and it’s not long they want it all the time, so that’s why you need to instruct them, catch them, before they develop all the bad habits - once you have taught them , you will experience such a fantastic feeling. Your efforts will pay-off, and surely be rewarded. Nevertheless, you also have to realize, it will take time for you to get to know your own body, and just how you like it.” Momma had said softly, without looking up. I’d thought she was wrong – my Abram was perfect, but here he was…

  Then he got his wind back to him, being young and sure enough asked. “Wow that was absolutely incredible wasn’t it sweetie, you are absolutely amazing! Was I ok? “

  “Sure, but do you think that I can help you next time?”

  “Of course!”

  Frustrated, I had waited so long for this to take place and I was determined not to let it spoil the moment. I wanted more from him. So I waited until he seemed recovered, and then I stroked him again. I did my best this time to gently lead him; I wanted to get into this myself. Sp, I forced him to slow down, upon my request; I told him what exactly to do, and not to do. And it quickly paid off some, this go around it felt a bit better, I got to say I half enjoyed it, and I started getting into it the rhythm of the whole thing, our movement were together, he lasted longer.

  But the best part of it for me, was the deepen level of bonding that was developing between the two of us, it was such an amazing feeling having him inside me, a feeling hard to describe. Afterwards we lay there nude under the covers, holding onto one another. Worn-out from such a demanding day, both physically, and emotional completely draining day. I slept so well. When I did wake up in the morning. I was a bit surprised to be waking up in a strange place, and my naked husband was lying there next to me his body heat warmed me taking the chill off of the early morning. The sun was just starting, to rise. But I was very happy to see him. When I woke up, I had to think for a second or two exactly where I was. The dear was watching me as I slept, he looked happier than I had ever seen him before.

  He greeted me, “Well good morning, my wife, you know you’re very beautiful when you sleep, you know your positively glowing this morning. I thought that you might want to watch the sunrise with me.” Then he began kissing me.

  “Well you’re quite handsome, my husband, and it’s proving to be a true honor to see you sharing our bed together, and I slept better than I ever had, last night. I want you to know, that every night, from here on, the bed I sleep, shall be shared with you. I can’t even begin to tell you how often I dreamed of all of this.”

  “I too!”

  We lazily lay around in bed, talking and laughing, exploring each other’s bodies. Getting comfortable with this new development in our relationship. I looked up at the ring on my wedding finger and a warm feeling came over me, realizing I truly was now married. Some around ten am, we finally dragged ourselves out of bed, got dressed. We decided to walk into town for something to eat, but we had to feed our animals first, and now that I was a farmer wife, it was high time I learned how to do it all, I had to pull my own weight around there; I could not expect Abram to have to shoulder it all.

  We had a surprise in the offing for us, there, sitting on the ground at the foot of the barn doors. Sometime early in the morning, our family had kindly brought fresh clothes, and a whole basket of food made for us, enough for the whole day. And a very sweet note
attached, wishing us all the best, and that tomorrow morning they would drop by another fresh basket of food, - they wanted us to just enjoy our honeymoon, and not have to worry about anything. We now would not have to travel all the way into town. They were so sweet to think of us, see we decided to hang about at our farm for our honeymoon, since we had no money for an actual honeymoon. All our money went into the purchase of the farm and our animals. Abram’s had sunk in all his wages that he made over all these years with the farmer, as well as all the prize money from his boxing matches. There really was not anymore left, I know it made him feel bad that he could not afford to take his wife on a proper honeymoon - I let him know I did not care about any of that. All I wanted was spending this precious time together, what a better place to spend our honeymoon than at our farm, it was so beautiful here. It set up on a hill, which allowed for a wide unobstructed view of the surrounding area.

  We had some breakfast. Fresh cut fruits, baked sweets. We had fun feeding the animals, and by the time we were done, it was already getting quite warm out, there was not a breeze present like yesterday. We walked the farm, the corn was now nearly knee high, and the wheat and potatoes was doing good as well. We walked through the fields, he was so proud of these crops, and I of him.

  We headed down to our new own pond situated in the lowest portion of the property. It was not as big as the pond we normally went swimming at, but at least we didn’t have to sneak there to swim in this one, worrying about getting caught by someone. Trees grew tall around the pound, lined with pussy willows. The water was probably about six feet at its deepest point - but with the small year round creek, running into it the pound it was nice and fresh, and so clear. But I was going to do something I always desired to do with Abram in the past, I took all my clothes off, and then dove in. When I broke the surface above the water once more, “Come on, come join me it feels great! The only thing it’s missing is you.”

  “Ok, sure why not!”

  Thankfully, he came and joined me, and the naughty boy he joined in taking all his clothes off, and skinny-dipped with me. I cheered as we strolled proudly towards the pound. Oh, his body was amazing; it drove me wild just seeing him. I never understood the power a naked man could have on you. He swam over to me and put his arms around me. Mine around him, we began to kiss. It was so romantic. It was all coming so naturally to me - nothing felt forced. Before I knew it, he was making love to me, right there in the cool refreshing waters, it was definitely improving, it certainly did not hurt, quite the opposite. I was really starting to enjoy myself, as we were exploring, and getting to know one another’s bodies, and our likes and dislikes when it came to making love to one another. When we were done swimming, we sunbathed in the nude to dry off; it was so nice having an afternoon nap, seeing we did not sleep much the previous night.

  We had decided before the wedding, that we would spend three days on our little stay at home honeymoon. Abram could not afford to take any longer than that off. He had to report back to work, and get back to training for the Olympics. And Poppa surely had plenty of alterations for me, which needed to be made at the family store.

  We took a lot of walks exploring the area, we swam, and took care of the animals, but we exhausted most of the honeymoon in bed, we were becoming like two jackrabbits. By the end of the honeymoon, I found I could barely walk there were muscles I had never used before, were sore, certain stretches I preformed I have never knew I could do. We didn’t have to spend our time to get to know each other, that was a treat on our part, that most couples didn’t have the luxury of having since we had been best of friends for more than half our lives, we already knew all each other’s secrets, dreams, stories, since most, we experienced together. With the exception of sex - now, we both were quickly catching up. And secretly, I was hoping that I was pregnant – we’d certainly tried enough to have achieved that. I wanted to be a momma – I wanted his children.

  During this honeymoon, we had managed to have taken our relationship to the next logical step. We spent our time rather, exploring years of pent-up sexual fantasies we had for one another. It all came out during those three glorious days. We talked openly, and honestly.

  Moreover, by the end of it all, I had never been so happy, so in love, in all my life! We had bonded in a completely new way’s I could not begin to portray. The time we spent together was so amazingly precious. One I shall share with my own daughter, as my Momma shared with me. Now I understand some of why Momma had shared with me what she had.

  CHAPTER NINE

  “Concerns of Hitler’s growing power”

  The first week or so following coming back from our what had to be a truly amazing, quite unbelievable honeymoon, my eyes were certainly opened about life. Because of the new experiences between Abram and I. It was a bit odd atmosphere in the house - what I mean to say, I now felt quite uncomfortable to be able to demonstrating this new exciting affection directed towards my husband, in front of my parents. I was always worried what they were thinking of me if I were to get overly affectionate, like kissing, but more importantly, I wondered what they were thinking if we were to make love.

  The day we returned home. Not wasting anytime, we got most of my husband’s belonging all moved into my parent’s home - more importantly, into my bedroom, which I now shared with him. No I mean our bedroom, I was forced to rearrange the room to be accommodating, and make room for his things. I could not believe it. I think how many years I have lived so close proximity to him, watched from my bedroom window, gazing at him at his bedroom window, and now he was here.

  Some of his things we left at his parents’ home, at least until we were able to move into our own home. We just did not have the room.

  What was unusual was Poppa’s attitude towards Abram and it had completely changed after we had married. He was no longer concerned how close affectionately I got to my husband. It wasn’t Poppa, or Momma that were treating me badly, no quite the contrary to that, no I would have to say they just so happen were true gems though the whole transition. I suppose I was the one that was being prudently uptight. With the whole idea of having my husband living with us, I guess I had Poppa morality drilled into me a little too much, for too many years. I guess part of it was I just was not used to having a husband with me, not just yet. I was discovering being married was a lot of work, it involved thinking of someone else, other than just you when making decisions, sharing everything, including my bed, and my body. The intimate closeness, and now the main man in my life was not father, but my husband. And I loved everything about it, I loved having his scent on me. I loved his warmth on a cold night. Waking up and having him at my side was amazing.

  Being newlyweds, newlyweds like to do certain activities, so when it came to each night, when we tried making love to each other, we had to be quite. As well as some mornings, it was odd it was proving we couldn’t get enough of one another. I discovered what a powerful drug being exposed to sex and intimacy could be on me. We had to be as quite as we possibly could as we made love, which was quite easier said than done. When the walls to the house are paper thin, the bed ends up squeaking horribly when performing this activity, whenever we got going, in a wonderful rhythm to the whole thing. And now that I am truly enjoying myself just like Marym said I would, when we are going at it, it turns out, I’m a very vocal moaner, unable to control it. Sometimes in fact I am quite boisterous. I could not stop myself. I had to try remedying to desperate measures to quail my sounds, using a pillow. But then I need to breathe, so it is kind of a wash. It only remotely worked. A month into our budding marriage, and we had sex daily. I had been told as the marriage goes on through the years that we will be doing it less and less. I just knew my parents could hear the two of us, - how could you not, yet while in the thralls of it, we just couldn’t stop ourselves we just couldn’t stop ourselves. I know this because I had heard my own parents in the act and I, or my sister did not dare say a thing. It was embarrassing the first time we tried having sex in our
bed, what a rude surprise when the headboard unexpectedly began to bang against the wall right next door to my parents bedroom. The two of us stopped immediately. Oh my gosh we were so mortified, afraid they had heard us, we hid under the covers and laughed together, deciding it prudent that was enough of that for the night. The next morning we got dressed and then nervously came down stairs together - we did not know what we would be facing as we headed into the kitchen. Funny thing was neither one of my parents said a thing about it, although they did do a lot of smiling when they did see us in the mornings. Poppa looked up from reading the morning newspaper, pushed up his reading glasses, cleared his throat, “So when are you two going to make your mother and I grandparents once more? I do love being a grandparent, just a penny for your thought!”

  That was my Poppa’s settle way of letting us knowing they had in fact heard us from the night before, because I had began to notice a particular pattern in the mornings, he tended to only be making these types of statements, when we had been extra thunderous from the night before. Somehow even knowing they could hear us, it did not stop us.