Davida waited in her bedchamber. Would it be Gwain or Charles who came to fulfill the husbandly duty of consummating this marriage?
She turned to stare into the full-length freestanding mirror. The woman who stared back at her was a stranger. Does the real Davida wonder how she has become Denise? Do the mature breasts, paunchy belly, and gray hair look as alien to her as this body does to me?
“Are you pondering the problems of the world?”
She looked beyond her reflection to the man who stood behind her and was also reflected in the mirror. Her green eyes locked onto Gwain’s hazel eyes as they sparkled in the glass before her. She couldn’t help but wonder why Charles had been so adamant about their marriage when he was definitely gay and had sent his brother to do the one thing that should have been his by right or marriage.
“I was but thinking of what will happen tonight and why it is you in my bed and not Charles.”
“You know the answer to at least one of your questions, if not both. What is a mystery to me is why you are not kicking and screaming because of what Charles did to your lover?”
How can I answer him? Will he believe that he called me to this lifetime through the Ouija board? Or did Davida somehow arrange this through the soothsayer that I was told she had consulted?
“I hardly knew Robert,” she said, hoping the white lie wouldn’t come back to bite her in the ass. “I would have been marrying a stranger, so it doesn’t matter which stranger is the one who claims me as his wife.”
From my dream, it does matter. Robert was a little boy compared to this guy. I mean, I thought he had a great package from what my dream revealed, but he can’t hold a candle to Gwain.
“Someday you will tell me the truth, but for now, I have other things on my mind.”
He slipped his hand into the recesses of the bodice of her sleeping gown. As he caressed her breasts, he aroused her until her nipples hardened and she became so wet she wanted him right now. Of course, that was the fifty-something mind of Denise working overtime. Twenty-something Davida wouldn’t be so eager, or would she?
“Oh Gwain, don’t tease me.”
“Teasing isn’t want I had in mind,” he said, as he swept her into his arms and carried her to the bed. Before he lowered her far enough so that she could touch the bed, he raised her gown over her bare buttock. Brazenly, he caressed the tender flesh of her backside before slipping his fingers across her asshole and into the backside of the moist valley that hid not only her channel of pleasure, but also the heart of her woman’s soul. The very act made her ache to touch his ass and play with his balls.
“Put me down,” she gasped, her voice breathless with the desire that he had brought to the forefront of her mind. “Let me give you pleasure.”
“Not tonight, my love. I’m certain you think you know what transpires between a man and a woman, but I doubt it. You are young and perhaps have mistaken love play for lovemaking.”
Look Buster, I know the difference between foreplay and intercourse. I just don’t know how far this chick went with Robert.
She made no verbal response to his comment. Instead, she became lost in the ecstasy of his manipulations to her body. This man was, indeed, a practiced lover. His touch was gentle, as though he was used to coaxing virgins to complete arousal.
“There will be pain,” he explained, as he lowered her to the bed and positioned himself over her to complete the act to turn her from girl to woman.
Like, duh, this guy is going to be surprised where there is no pain, just expected pleasure. I wonder how he’s going to fake the fact that I don’t shed virgin’s blood?
His cock teased her pussy lips until it found entrance to the channel that she knew would give her pleasure she hadn’t enjoyed in years.
To her surprise, she felt as though Gwain was treading into virgin territory. As he pushed harder, she felt the tearing of the fragile membrane that separated virginity from full womanhood. The shock of what was happening to her brought a shriek of surprise from her lips.
When Gwain broke through her final barrier, he stopped his movements to allow her to adjust to the size of him within her body.
Well, I’ll be damned. This chick was a virgin. I haven’t felt like this since Fred popped my cherry in the backseat of his ’57 Chevy.
Before her mental ramblings were completed, Gwain began to move, filling her body with pleasure she thought she would never again experience in her lifetime. She was delighted to find that the lubrication of Davida’s young body far exceeded that provided by the KY jelly she and Fred had used since she started menopause.
“Your body tells me two things,” he whispered when he paused in his movements to prolong the pleasure they were both experiencing.
“What are you trying to tell me?” she inquired.
“As I thought, you were a virgin, but your body tells me you have the body of a woman in lust. Never before have I had a virgin so versed in the art of lovemaking. Perhaps someday you will enlighten me as to how a virgin can so easily take on the role of a practiced lover.”
Honey, you’d never believe me if I told you the truth. Just continue what you’re doing. The other thing can wait.
She wanted to tell him that she hadn’t felt like this for over thirty years. She’d been just sixteen the first time Fred made love to her. The act had awakened her sexuality. Every month she prayed she wasn’t pregnant and had been relieved when her period came on schedule. It wasn’t until they were married and wanted a child that they learned she couldn’t have children. Back then there had been none of the procedures that childless couples engaged in during the twenty-first century. Their only option had been adoption, and their financial situation had been a drawback that kept them childless.
“Davida.”
The sound of Gwain saying her name melted the memories of Fred and the reality of her life in the twenty-first century.
“Is something wrong?” he asked before she had a chance to speak.
“Nothing is wrong. I-I was just thinking of the children you and I could...” An onslaught of tears cut short her words.
“The thought of children should not bring tears to your eyes. There must be something more than you are telling me.”
To her regret, he withdrew and rolled to his side to take her into his arms in comfort. “Why are you stopping?” she asked, bewildered by his actions.
“You are upset. Something bothers you about making love with me. Will you tell me what it is?”
Davida took a deep breath. How could she tell him that she’d been summoned by his spirit on the Ouija board, or worse yet, transported by some well-meaning soothsayer who listened to a frightened young woman? “I-I don’t know where to begin. I don’t know if you’ll understand.”
He put his finger under her chin, turned, and lifted her face until their eyes met. “You can tell me anything. I realize this is a strange situation.”
Before she could reply, he captured her lips and kissed her tenderly, while manipulating her right breast with his large hand. The pleasure he gave her drove away all thoughts of the frustrated tears she had shed over her lifetime for the babies who were never conceived.
“Now,” he said, once he released her lips, “what is it that makes you so sad?”
“It’s a long story and...”
The door to the bedchamber suddenly opened. From instinct rather than embarrassment, Davida pulled the blanket up to cover her nakedness.
“Have you shed virgin’s blood?” Charles demanded.
“What do you care?” Davida questioned. “You have sent...”
“Be quiet, woman. I speak to my brother, your lover.”
“I will not be quiet. It should be you in my bed and not Gwain. You are my husband.”
Gwain put his hand on her arm in an attempt to silence her. “She does not understand, Charles. She did shed virgin’s blood. The rest I will explain to her. Now leave us alone.”
As though he was a chastised child, Charles backed out of the room, closing the door behind him.
“You must be careful what you say to Charles,” Gwain warned. “His temper runs hot, especially about why he searched so diligently to find you to be his wife.”
Davida propped herself up on one elbow so she could look Gwain in the eye. As she did, the blanket slipped down, revealing her breasts to his scrutiny.
“Then help me to understand. Why is my virginity so important?”
“I’d rather make love to you. Explanations are for the light of day. The night is meant for love.”
“Look Buster, this night had better be meant for telling me what I want to know, or this bedchamber will be very cold and it won’t be because of a draft coming through the cracks in the windows.”
“What manner of speech is it that comes from your mouth?” he asked, the tone of his voice denoting shock at her use of the slang that would not have been improper if she’d been Denise.
Davida put her hand to her mouth, shocked at the twenty-first century verbiage that had slipped passed her lips.
“It is something I heard from a traveler in my uncle’s home. Life has not been easy since the death of my father.” She knew he didn’t quite believe her, but at least he didn’t press her to explain further. She realized to do so with him would not be acceptable.
She allowed him to take her in his arms and press his hard cock against what she now knew was her virginal cunt. Love juices surged from inside her body to bring more natural lubrication to her hidden channel of pleasure. Explanations from both of them could wait until morning. For now, her body screamed for sexual satisfaction.
* * * *
Davida’s outspoken attitude bothered Gwain, but not enough to deny the hunger of his cock for her nether-regions. With her being a virgin, he did not want to move too quickly. Instead, he planned to savor the experience.
Even though he needed no coaxing to regain his erection, he knew from experience that a woman’s body needed more stimulation to be ready for sexual activity. He turned to face her and took one of her perfect breasts into his hand. They were not the mature breasts of the women from the village that sagged from years of childbearing and age. Neither were they small like the young maidens in the village. Davida’s breasts were firm and full. They filled his large hands perfectly.
She reached for his cock, but he stopped her. “Tonight is for me to pleasure you. Did I not tell you this earlier?”
“You did,” she agreed, “but it does not seem fair. Why should I receive all the pleasure and you get nothing in return?”
He couldn’t help but smile at her ignorance. His pleasure had been heightened by the fact that he was the first man to enter her body, and had increased with each thrust he made within the warm velvety folds of the part of her that had been made to be filled with no one but him. “We will have much time for such things, as soon winter will be upon us. When the snow is deep. We will have many long days when you will be free to do whatever you wish with my body.”
He was pleased when she relaxed and opened herself to him. He moved into a more comfortable position. Then he leaned over the upper part of her body to kiss one of the globes of her breasts. He trained his kisses down until his lips caressed her nipple. He teased the hard nub with first his tongue and then his teeth. The sound of her contented moans and mews told him that she enjoyed the attention he was paying to her glorious breasts.
While he worshipped her hardened nipple with his mouth, he moved his hand to the mound of tangled curls that hid her woman’s delights from his sight. As much as he wanted to entangle his fingers in those curls, he pressed further until he touched the moist crevice that housed the nub of her clit. Using a circular motion, he rubbed it until her moans became screams of pleasure and love juices flowed from her body.
“Please Gwain, take me now. I can’t stand this passionate torture any longer.”
He released her breast and positioned himself over her. “There will be no pain this time,” he promised as he slid his cock deep within her cunt. With no resistance from her virgin’s barrier, he cock plunged in and out until the pleasure of it brought him to the point of no return. He had no choice but to spill his seed, even though he wanted to prolong the pleasure longer.
He felt her climax at the same time as he did. Of the many women he had loved in the past, none of them had reacted in quite this way before. This woman was meant to be his, even though she was bound as wife to his brother.
As was his practice, he went to the hearth to take some warm water from the container, and then sat next to the fire to be warmed. After putting it in a small bowl, he picked up the linen clothes he had ordered to be laid out for this purpose earlier in the evening.
Davida was almost asleep when he returned to the bed to cleanse her nether-lips and legs of the love juices that lingered there. When he touched her with the wet cloth, she immediately opened her eyes.
“What are you doing?”
“I am cleansing you so that when you awaken you will be fresh. When I was a young man, I was fostered to a man who was a great lover. He taught me the many ways a man can pleasure a woman. The cleansing is but one of the things he felt was pleasing to a woman.”
She relaxed as he savored the sight of her pussy. It was wet with their combined juices and her clit was swollen from the passion they had just enjoyed.
Although he hardened at the thought of sucking her in that special place, he did nothing to relieve the ache in his cock. There would be many nights for him to show her the skills he had learned from his mentor.