Such a Quiet Little Thing by bpascal444..,
WARNING: The material herein is completely fictional and is intended as ADULT entertainment.
It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are offended by (or it is illegal for you to read) sexually explicit content or language, please DO NOT read any further.
All characters in the story are fictitious; any similarity to any persons, places, individuals, businesses, or situations is purely coincidental.
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Chapter 1
Andy said, “Emma? Emma Conroy? Little Miss Prim? Her?”
Kenny replied, “Yes, her. You know her, I know you do.”
“Yes, I know her,” said Andy, “that’s why I’m so astounded at hearing you announce this! She’s like this polite little wallflower. I mean, sure, she’s cute, nice smile and all, but she never lets her hair down. Even when there’s people carousing around her, she just sits there demurely with her hands folded in her lap.”
“None of you ever took the time to talk to her. She’s really sweet, and she’s interested in my life and we share the same ideas. And really sexy, too.”
“But marriage, Kenny? For real? I mean, I know Tom tried to make a move on her once and she shot him down right away. Pretty clearly, too.”
“She’s got pretty firm beliefs. They’re not so much religious, it’s just that she thinks certain stuff should be for only after marriage.”
“Kenny… listen, man. The track record for these kinds of girls isn’t good. They say ‘Just wait, we’ll do all that stuff after we’re married.’ But they don’t. Then you’re trapped.”
“I’m sure it won’t be like that.”
“Have you really never gotten past first base? How do you know she’s gonna lower the draw-bridge after the ‘I do’s’?”
“Well, we’ve kissed and stuff, some grinding, I got my hand on a boob once, but she put a stop to more of that. She brushed my dick with her hand another time. She turned bright red and apologized.”
“There! That’s what I mean! Bad signs, Kenny, pay attention. Girls like that, they can’t usually just flip a switch after the vows and become your personal wet dream. I think you’re gonna wind up getting laid only on the third Saturdays of months without an ‘R’ in them!”
“Yeah, well, here’s the thing, Andy. I love her. Like, a lot. There’s no way I can walk away from that.”
“Oh, man, I was afraid of that. Oh, I wish you wouldn’t do this. I know it’s gonna be nothing like you thought it was going to be like. Please, think about this.”
Chapter 2
They drove along the thruway, just a little above the speed limit. From the passenger seat, she said, “I really can’t believe this. I’m Mrs. Walsh. That sounds so strange. Mrs.”
“It makes me really happy to hear you say it, Emma. Knowing there’s now a Mrs. to come home to.”
“Well, that won’t happen till after the honeymoon, of course. We get to spend the next ten days together. How much longer till we get to this resort?”
“I don’t know, maybe another thirty minutes. Check the map, would you?”
It turned out to be a few minutes longer than that, but soon they pulled the rental car up to the entrance and attendants rushed to open the doors for them and gather their luggage. Kenny tipped them from a roll of bills that looked much smaller than it did when he took it out of his savings account.
At the check-in desk, after tapping on the keyboard they quickly found his reservation. “Mr. and Mrs. Walsh, welcome” said the clerk. “You’re with us for ten nights, correct?”
Kenny completed the paperwork, while Emma stayed a few steps behind, hands folded in front of her. Armed with a keycard, and a handful of brochures detailing the resort’s amenities, they followed the bellhop to the elevator and their room.
The bellhop opened the door and deposited the luggage on the stands by the closet, then went around the room telling them how to open and close the blinds, operate the air conditioner, and use the telephone to call room service. Things any ten-year old could figure out in two minutes, but it was necessary so he could hold out his hand for a tip.
The bellhop pocketed the bill, with the hint of a leer behind him as he left. The couple had ‘newlywed’ written all over them.
The door closed with a substantial thud. The hotel seemed to be more solidly built than most of the motels he’d stayed in previously. Couldn’t hear much from the corridor.
They looked at each other a little nervously, and Emma fiddled with her watchband. She reached over and put her purse on a chair. “This is going to take some getting used to, I think. Let’s talk a little, okay?”
Kenny nodded and sat on the edge of the bed. Emma came over to sit beside him, a little tentatively.
“So, let me ramble a bit, Kenny. I’m still a little nervous, even though I’ve thought about this, a lot, since we got engaged. So, growing up…”
She cleared her throat, and coughed once.
“So, growing up, I was my mother’s daughter. She took pretty firm control, how I looked, what I wore, whether I should take dance lessons or learn a musical instrument — those kinds of decisions. They were never mine to make. She has a strong personality — you got that, didn’t you, when you’d come over to the house to pick me up for dates? — and she gives my dates the third degree, makes sure they have the right attitude, have a life plan, a work ethic, that kind of thing.
“You got that, I heard her giving you the third degree before I came downstairs each time. I’d talk to her about it, ask her to back off some, and she wouldn’t hear of it. She was protecting me. At least in her mind she was. The same thing was true about sex, even about things that were only remotely sexual, like kissing.
“I got it hammered into me from about nine on, and it got more serious when I got into my teens. I’m still not sure where it comes from. We’re not really religious, and I don’t think she was when she was growing up, either, so it’s a puzzle why she did it, does it.
“And when you asked me to marry you, and I told my parents, the conversation changed between her and me. She got more explicit about what was allowed and what was not. Like a list I was supposed to memorize. I’ve lived with her for twenty-odd years, I know when to nod and look agreeable so she’ll stop.”
And here she stopped, rearranging herself on the mattress, feet on the floor.
“What I didn’t tell her — have never told her — is that I’d made up my own mind, and the moment I said ‘I do’ I was never going to listen to her again for life rules. It was just easier growing up to go along so that I had a reasonably calm home life.
“I have girlfriends, some of them I’ve known since we were kids. Their home lives were… more flexible than mine, so they experimented as they got to their teens — smoking, alcohol, drugs, and sex. And they talked about it when we got together, so I’ve heard a lot of things they’ve tried that I haven’t.”
She paused again, looking somewhat uncomfortable. After a few seconds, she went on.
“I’ve even seen some porn, when I’ve been over at their houses and the parents were out. There were things that were… a surprise. I’d never thought about them, so seeing people doing those things and even enjoying it… well, it made me decide that I’ve got to make up my own mind about things.