11. Expectations #2
Clem chuckled, removing her pocket watch and propping it open on the bedside table. “We’ll give it a few minutes, then we’ll make the appropriate noises and, after the fiddler starts up his last set, no one will pay any more attention to us.”
“Make the appropriate noises?”
Kizzy looked so cute Clem kissed the tip of her nose.
Quick as lightning, she figured it out. “Oh… oh!”
“Exactly, only louder,” Clem agreed, nodding. “You don’t want our friends and neighbors downstairs to wonder at my skills and ability, do you?
“Oh! Oh!” said Kizzy with much more volume. “Oh, Clem!” She grinned.
“Now, now, don’t get ahead of yourself.” She chuckled. “We’ve barely been in here long enough to begin undressing you.” Her hand roamed across the mounded hills of Kizzy’s breasts. “And that’s a job only an idiot would rush.” She leaned down and kissed one bare shoulder.
“Hm, so I would probably already be out of my dress.” Kizzy teased.
“And your shoes,” agreed Clem, unbuttoning them for her.
“Kick them off.” As Kizzy did, she lost her balance and toppled onto her back on the bed.
The hoopskirt petticoat popped straight up in Clem’s face.
In front of her, a pretty triangle of light-brown curls peeked through a wide slit in satin lace pantaloons trimmed in blue ribbon.
“Oh, my,” she managed, blinking several times before Kizzy hopped back up on her feet.
“Now, if a man were to find himself looking at that,” she said with feeling, “he might not be able to wait a moment longer.”
“Good thing you’re not a man and can control yourself,” said sassy Kizzy with a smug grin.
Swallowing hard and clearing her throat, Clem took one of her own shoes and hung it over the doorknob, covering the keyhole. “For any prying eyes,” she explained. She draped a pillow over the end of the bed, gesturing for Kizzy to stand behind it and in front of her, facing the headboard.
Leaning down, she kissed one bare shoulder.
“Together, we’re going to rock the bed with our knees.
After a few bounces, I’m going to go faster and push hard, and that’s when I’m ‘taking’ your virginity.
Then we’ll make loud noises as if going at it hot and heavy.
” She put her arms around Kizzy’s waist, hugging her from behind.
“I know you’ve been with women, but have you ever been penetrated? ”
Sending a coquettish look over her shoulder hot enough to sizzle, Kizzy winked. “Is that a traditional wedding night question the groom asks the bride?”
Clem grinned back. “You’re right, it destroys the mystery. I’ll find out for myself soon enough. Okay, we’ll start slow, then when I speed up and give you a really big shove from behind, squeal like it hurts, but not like you’re scared.”
She leaned them both forward over the bed, snuggling her groin up close to Kizzy’s bottom, but the hoop skirt popped out at both sides. “What the hell?”
Kizzy laughed, then shoved them both upright again.
“I’ll take it off, and the veil, too, so it doesn’t rip.
Then we can start getting ‘hot and heavy’.
” She pulled up her skirt and switched the waist of the petticoat around until the button was in front.
Under Clem’s curious eyes, she let it fall from under her skirt to hit the floor, collapsing as flat as the silk top hat.
Kizzy kicked the garment out of the way, then she raised her arms, pulled hairpins free, removed the veil, and tossed it on top of the petticoat.
With a wink, saucy grin, and slimmer silhouette, Kizzy scooted back over the pillow, a cascading wave of luscious hair spreading across her back as she lay down again.
Seeing her like that on the bed made Clem lose her train of thought. “Uh, where was I?”
“You’ll push hard and I squeal like it hurts.”
Clem stepped behind her, placing her feet between Kizzy’s. “But not like you’re scared. After that, you can make sounds of pleasure if you want.” She ran her eyes over the luscious body before her. “I will be, and you don’t want Mrs. Bates to worry you’re not enjoying yourself.”
“Heaven forbid,” Kizzy said, looking around at her.
“Then, after we do that for a while, I’ll speed up again until I give an even bigger push, and shout out your name.
” Taking Kizzy’s hips in her eager hands, she felt those fascinating pantaloons under the dress and spent a moment exploring with curious fingers.
When Kizzy turned to look up again, blue eyes smoldering, Clem cleared her throat and bent over her, once again covering her hands to maximize contact.
She whispered in her bride’s ear, nibbling it. “Are you ready, my little virgin?”
“Ready,” answered Kizzy, snuggling her bottom back into Clem’s groin.
With a loud, theatrical groan, Clem nudged into Kizzy’s hips from behind, pushing their knees against the pillow draped over the foot of the bed.
The bed frame rocked, bedsprings squeaked, and the wooden headboard tapped the wall behind it.
She rocked them back and forth enough to tap the wall a half dozen times.
“Get ready,” Clem said, then rose behind Kizzy, grasped her waist, and pushed her groin into her hard enough to bang the headboard against the wall.
“Ouch!” shouted Kizzy, pretending shocked pain.
“Ow, wait, ow…” She took a deep breath before clutching the blanket with tight fingers, crying out, “Ow, oh slow, please go slow…” She shrieked as Clem did it again, grinning over her shoulder as they set up a steady rhythm.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she grunted between strokes.
“You’re making me crazy,” cried Clem, blurting out the truth as she enjoyed the sight of Kizzy bouncing on the bed before her. “Yes, yes, do that. God girl, that’s good.”
Kizzy responded, bouncing back into her with more and more vigor. “Oh, Clem,” she cried out every few moments, moving her hips and rolling them in tantalizing circles against her groin. Her moans grew deeper, faster, and more insistent, very realistic.
Clem’s heart raced. Oh God, if just listening to her makes me this eager, how long would I last if I were inside her?
A delightful image developed in her mind’s eye, of Kizzy in the same position before her, spread wide and naked.
“Lord help me,” she cried as the vision took hold and blood rushed to her center. “I can’t wait.”
She tossed Kizzy up and onto the mattress, spread her knees wide, and pulled her close. Clem grabbed her hips, rocking and rubbing, picking up speed. Even through several layers of clothing, her lust grew with each creaking bedspring and tap of the headboard against the wall.
On her hands and knees, Kizzy pushed back into Clem with just as much enthusiasm, tossing her head from side to side, long hair flying. Piercing eyes twinkled over her shoulder as she licked plump lips before shouting, “Oh, oh, Clem!”
With a grin, her wicked wife cried out as if beside herself.
“What… oh, God, what are… you doing… to me?” Her voice rose higher, shriller.
“Oh, Clem,” Kizzy declared, “that feels so good now. Don’t stop, darling, whatever you’re doing, don’t stop.
” Her panting grew faster and faster as her body tensed in anticipation.
“That’s it, oh, faster, oh yes, harder, that’s it, yes! ”
Clem doubled her speed, her grunts louder with each shove.
Kizzy tucked her head in the bed cover and keened. Her voice became shrill before she threw back her head and howled, “Ah-woo!” and gave a most convincing imitation of an orgasm. “Yes… yes, Clem… yes!”
Kizzy is giving me a reputation as a great lover.
That realization sent Clem up and over the edge.
With the unmistakable growl of a husband claiming a wife, she grabbed Kizzy’s hips and pulled her close, stroking into her, rubbing her johnson between her legs and groaning out her name for a long, satisfied moment.
She ended with a convulsive rock, rock, rock, for good measure.
She fell down on top of Kizzy, and the headboard tapped the wall one last time.
They tumbled together, both of them breathing hard, laughing, and shushing each other.
They heard Mr. Bates downstairs call, “A toast to the bride and groom!” followed by a round of cheers, hooting, and clapping. Jimmy started his last set of the evening with a raucous tune. It sounded as if everyone in the world was dancing.
“There, you see?” Clem smoothed loose strands of hair from Kizzy’s bemused face. “It wasn’t that hard to fool all those people.”
“Do you think every new couple does what we did? Pretend like that, so people aren’t listening when you actually do it for the first time?” Kizzy sat up and began unbraiding the small crown of hair circling her head.
“Or maybe they take care of first times before the ceremony. Allow me,” said Clem, kneeling behind her on the bed, dexterous fingers separating sections, smoothing long tresses.
“People have preconceived notions of how others will act. If you stick to their expectations, no one looks close enough to get suspicious.” She kissed a bare shoulder.
“We looked as they expected, did the things they expected, and they have a solid impression of us based entirely upon their own suppositions.”
“Not solely,” Kizzy laughed. “You really did think everything through to the last detail. That was an excellent imitation of a climax.”
“I might say the same for you,” said Clem, moving closer, “except I have my doubts it was faked.” She licked Kizzy’s shoulder. “As I undress you,” she nibbled her ear, “I’ll check between your legs to see how wet you are.” Kizzy quivered under her hands.
“There,” she said, pushing the cascade of hair over one shoulder. “Now I’ll undo your buttons.” With each one, she kissed the widening expanse of bare back. “Why, what’s this?” she asked, finding the laces of the corset.