Sensual Memories in 1920
A story written in Greek by Jokasta
I would like to thank and give my love to everyone that loved this story so much and helped to translate it. So, many many thanks huggies and kisses to Kate mcfaddinson who translate it and all my love to Nasiatheslayer and Bella Marie who edit the chapter.
Chapter 1
Wife-to-be
Edward POV
I was so angry with my father. Or in other words, there was no way I was going to accept the trade bargain that he had arranged for me.
He knew me well and he knew how I would react but he didn't stay long enough to talk about it any further. He just announced it to me and then left for the club.
My mother was left standing still, not saying a word.
-'You knew about it?' I asked her in angrily. 'You knew about the arrangements he made?' She jerked her head in consent.
'Do you agree with it?'
-'Edward, it doesn't matter whether I agree or not. You know that nobody can make your father change his mind easily. Besides...'
-'But what century do we live in?' I hit my hand on the office desk. 'I don't want to get married to this Isabella! I don't want to get married at all!' I shouted.
-'Edward, you are upset.' She said calmly. 'I'll get you some tea.' She added and put on her gloves hastily.
She rang the bell and asked for the house servant. When young Beatrice showed up, my mother gave her orders and then she smiled at me.
'I'm sorry that I cannot stay to accompany you. But the ladies are waiting for me for this philanthropic gala'. She opened the door ready to leave. Her personal maiden, Mary, ran to the door and gave her, her hat. She helped her wear her coat and my mother left.
I was left alone wondering if it was better talking to a wall. Beatrice came back with my tea but I didn't want to drink it at all! I wasn't sick, I was really upset! No …I was literally angry!
'Do you want anything else sir?' She asked me with her usual expression. Her breasts were very prominent and I knew the reason. But at that moment I didn't feel like fooling around. It wasn't her fault but her face fell. She wasn't used to being let down. I was always so open to that kind of 'invitations', especially when no one was around.
Besides I owed so much to the maidens of the house. They taught me all I knew.
-'Thank you Beatrice but right now I don't need anything else. If I need something, I'll let you know' I said and I meant it.
Maybe later...I thought and I glanced at her in a dazzling manner. She left the room and I was again all alone.
This morning sucked, it was a really messed up situation...I had to find a way to get this mad idea out of my father's head.
Just like that, he decided that I had to get married. And of course he was so delighted that he had found the perfect match for me.
This Isabella Swan, the oldest daughter of the New Labor Bank's chairman. Of course I didn't know Isabella; I had never seen her before. But that didn't matter. I didn't want to get married at all. Besides she was so young. She was just 17. A mindless and plain girl...
And I was pretty young as well! At the age of 23 I had plenty of time to get married and have a family.
I walked up and down the office and felt my blood rise to my head with anger.
I opened the door and I was at the hall of my house. When I reached the doorway, Beatrice came to help me with my jacket.
I got my watch out of my pocket and I glanced at it once. I wanted to see my uncle immediately. I was sure he would help me and he was the only one that could influence my father.
I started making my way and walked fast just to help my mind think clearly.
At Carlisle's
My aunt was reading a book and seemed really happy; in a little world of her own.
She acted like she didn't hear a thing of what I was saying.
My uncle was sitting at his office desk and finally I had someone who was paying attention to me, he seemed like he was thinking about this situation.
-'Edward, as usual you bring the world upside down.'
-'I don't want to get married. I just don't want to!' I shouted. 'Let alone to someone I don't even know! Besides I am still young!'
-'Ah, please. You are just a year younger than Emmett and he is already engaged.' Yes, that was the truth but suddenly a few months ago Emmett was enchanted by this Rosalie Hale. I couldn't explain it. He ran after her as if he was a maniac. And she was playing her game so well because my cousin said to me that they haven't done anything. She was saving it for the wedding...
Nonsense delays...I thought.
-'Yes, but again, I don't want to get married to someone I don't even know.'
-'Ehm, so try to meet her!' This cold behavior I received from all of them started to piss me off.
-'I do not want to meet her!' I said stubbornly.
-'I am so sorry but if you maintain this behavior I cannot help you Edward.' Carlisle said and raised his hands. He stood up from his desk and he was ready to go to the club as well.
-'Wait!' I pleaded. 'No one can help me but you. My father listens only to you.'
-'I'm afraid you have to calm down a little bit if you want me to help you. Just wait to meet that girl, and see if you like her and then we can discuss it again.'
-'No.' I insisted. Emmett entered at the worst moment. My aunt got out of the room. She said she had to do something in the kitchen.
-'So is it true cousin? Are you going to get married?'
-'Pf, not you too…' I grumbled...
-'Well, are we agreed Edward?' Carlisle asked.
-'No, we are not.'
-'Emmett, please, take a walk with your cousin and try to calm him down a little. We can discuss it then.' He patted my arm and then left.
It was like everybody was in a secret plot to wed me to this Isabella Swan...
-'Why are you making such a big deal out of it Edward?' Emmett got on my nerves often.
-How can you even say something like that? Suddenly this morning, my father told me that it was about time for me to get married. And as if that wasn't enough, he had found me the perfect wife; according to him at least!'
-'Have you seen Bella?' He asked me.
-'Bella?'
-'Yes. That's what they call her.'
-'No.' I said. 'Have you?' What was making me ask him? It wasn't like I cared...
-'Yes, at the Stanley's' ball.'
-'Oh God...is she Jessica Stanley's friend?'
-'I don't think so.' Emmett jerked his head. 'She was quiet the whole night, she didn't once leave her mother's side and she didn't dance with anybody.'
-'She must be insignificant.' I said making a face.
-'She is pretty though.'
-' I thought that the only woman you found pretty lately, was Rosalie.' I raised my eyebrow.
-'Indeed!' Emmett said and sighed. 'But our matter it's not me or Rosalie.'
-'Exactly! Our matter is to convince my father to get this crazy idea out of his mind!'
-'What did my father say?'
-'Pf...He wants me to meet her first.'
-'Now that I think about it, I have a great idea actually!' Emmett's face lightened but this didn't calm me down, it scared me further.
-'for your sake, this better be something good.'
-'What would you think about having a chance to see her without her knowing it?' That actually perked my interest. I had imagined an arranged meeting with our families, which would basically be a marriage proposal.
But of course there was no chance I would marry her but at least I would have a chance to see who she was anyway.
The information I had for her was all that Emmett had told me. She kept low profile, shy and she barely talked to others. Of course I didn't have even that much information about her because didn't see the point. Emmett said she was pretty. But taking Rosalie as an example, we didn't have the same taste in women.
-'How can we do that?' I finally asked.
-'I know a place she goes to everyday to swim alone!' I have to say that this detail shocked me a bit.
-'And how would you know something like that?'
-'Her sister, Alice, told Rosalie. She loves to be close to nature.' Emmett chuckled.
-'And how exactly we are going to find her?'
-'She goes somewhere isolated by the river. Beside old-Tom's hut. There is no one there!'
-'Why do I feel like you have planed all this?'
-'Rosalie thought that this is pretty crazy and she just told me.' To be honest, I didn't know if I liked hearing that Emmett knew all those stuff about the girl. But something told me that I had to see her.
-'When?' I asked.
-'Today after lunch?' Emmett's cunning smile made me smile too. 'We will take the carriage up to a certain point and then we will walk. We don't want her to be aware of our visit, right?'
-'No, we don't!' I shouted. 'It's just...she might become my wife. So, I have to see her swimming on my own, okay?'
-'Weird! All this time I thought that you were seeking for ways not to marry her!' He said and laughed out loud.
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Things went as planned. Early in the midday, after lunch, Emmett and I ran away with the excuse that we were going to the chess club.
I said nothing else about the 'marriage' thing; or to be honest I was acting like it never happened.
And luckily, my parents never discussed it any further. It was about time for my father to get used to that.
But for now I was going to buy some time. I was about to see this Isabella anyway and I would have some time to think about it. Maybe I would buy time if I accepted typically and I could elongate this engagement. We walked with Emmett for about 2 miles and passed old-Tom's hut when we reached a stunning, endless, all green meadow. Colorful flowers decorated it here and there giving it a charm. I have never been to this place before and I had to admit that I was enchanted.
From there I was able to hear clearly the sound of the water. The river was a few meters far. No one was around.
-'Well' I asked Emmett impatiently, 'when will she come?'
-'Hey, what's the matter with you? We have to wait a little bit. Maybe she has no specific time coming here or maybe she won't come today at all.' He raised his arms in defense.
-'What are you saying? Is it possible that we did all this in vain?' I was disappointed.
-'Come here to hide somewhere.' He told me in low voice. 'I think I hear something.'
I did as he told me and we both hid behind some bushes with huge leaves. No one could see us from this spot.
And then something utterly unexpected occurred...
A young brunette showed up in the colorful meadow. Her hair was so long that it reached her waist and her eyes were a deep chocolate color.
I gulped and focused my eyes on her to observe her better.
She was really pretty, but it wasn't that blinding beauty that you could probably see in Rosalie. On the contrary, she seemed plain and pure...This sense of innocence that surrounded her made me clench my fists.
Uncontrollable and torturing passion burst inside of me, unlike anything I'd ever felt my entire life.
It didn't make sense. It was like being struck by thunder. She was holding a big, white towel in her hands. She probably had it with her to dry off after swimming. At the idea of seeing he only in her undergarments in a little while made my throat dry.
She was wearing a long, while, plain dress with a light blue ribbon tied around her waist. She looked carefully around, afraid someone might be watching her. If only she knew...
When she was sure no one was around she smiled and her lips formed a perfect pink heart.
My pulse accelerated and I felt myself sweat inside my shirt. She started dancing and twirling around the meadow till she got dizzy and fell down on the ground smiling.
-'Well?' Emmett whispered to me.
-'Sh.' I said. 'She will hear us.'
She stayed still for a minute with her eyes closed and I felt like she was dreaming of something beautiful or she was thinking of happy memories.
If only I could see inside her mind...I thought.
A couple of minutes passed, she stood up and went straight to the river banks.
Emmet and I went out of the bushes and I immediately stopped him.
-'I go by myself.' I told him in a strict manner.
-'All right.' He said only. 'Tell me then, do you like her?'
'-I cannot say yet...' I was lying to him, I was pathetic...'I didn't see her well.' I added.
Emmett could wait. The girl had reached the river and she was about to throw herself into the water.
Without second thoughts I followed her in the woods. I walked carefully making no noise. Thankfully, when I reached the bank of the river - hiding behind the bushes - I noticed that she didn't even hear a thing.
She was at the edge of the river bank and she was taking her shoes off. She tried the water temperature and I could see her goose bumps rising. The water was still cold and I was impressed that she loved to swim at this time of the year. When I was about to finish my train of thought, my breath abandoned me. With a flowing movement, the girl untied her ribbon that held the dress together, and her undergarments made their show.
A thin white fabric hugged her breasts softly and went down to her knees. This wasn't a good idea...I finally thought. This would probably get me in trouble. I wanted this girl so badly in a different way. The fact that she was my wife to be, made my desire deeper. She was from a noble family; untouched...I would be her first...
No, I couldn't let myself think of that because that would put me in a very difficult position. And I didn't want to have to explain to Emmett about the spot in my pants.
Before I could think, she jumped into the water. I heard her let out a shout and it was probably from the cold water. I couldn't understand this habit...Maybe I could get to understand it, right? Maybe I could ask her?
She didn't stay in the river for long and that made sense. I started to think about taking her out of the water myself.
She could get sick with this madness.
She came out in quick movements but she seemed delighted. Her face was filled with satisfaction. I thought of how her expressions would be if she would try other pleasures...I was overdoing it.
But I wasn't the one to blame. For a moment, before she wrapped herself inside her towel, I got to see a glimpse of her white flesh inside her underwear.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. The situation inside my pants was not getting any better. I couldn't stand following the girl again. She started to leave and soon she was gone.
I stayed there for a minute trying to control myself. I got back to Emmett and I tried to look cool and calm.
-'Did you see her swimming?' he asked me.
-'Yes, I saw her.' I cleared my throat.
-'So?'
-'I have to admit that...' I said thinking about it 'she is pretty.'
-'Like I said.' Emmett seemed satisfied. 'And now? What will you do?'
-'I don't know...' I said. 'The fact that she is pretty doesn't mean that I have to marry her.' I tried to be convincing.
Something inside me was telling that I had to do it just to make her mine.
I played on the piano as many songs as I could remember by heart. It was almost midnight and I was all alone in the living room.
My parents went to sleep early.
My father, during dinner, informed me that soon he was going to arrange an official meeting with Mr. Swan at his house to meet my fiancée.
He found it weird that I didn't react to that.
-'Edward, I am glad to see that you started to think about it. But I was pretty sure that you would understand my motives eventually.'
I didn't ever care about my father's wishes. I had my own wishes to fight for.
I couldn't get the girl's image out of my mind; not even for a second. I kept thinking about her. I was never like that before. I was wondering what was wrong with me.
Did Emmett feel that way when he first met Rosalie? Was I too tough all this time teasing him for his weaknesses? I had already regretted it.
If Emmett was being tortured as much as me at that moment, I felt pity for him...and I was feeling pity for him because their engagement was too long. Rosalie wanted to show the world that she is able to organize the perfect wedding. This was a delay for them. And poor Emmett was waiting...
I hit the piano keys with force and I stood up.
I went upstairs to my room and I lied down on my king size bed to rest.
I put my hands behind my head and closed my eyes.
I tried not to think about her but I couldn't; it was impossible.
I was stimulated the whole afternoon and I was hardly controlling myself.
Beatrice was smiling at me during dinner. Just one glance and she would be here by now. But I didn't want it...And I didn't want it because I knew that anybody but her could give me my relief.
I usually liked to pass my time with Beatrice. She would come here, she would undress for me, rubbing me until I was hard and then she would serve me properly.
Her wet mouth was welcoming and alleviating .Then she would climb on top of me, moving rhythmically, until I found my relief.
I was so selfish...I was thinking only of myself. I had never done anything to give her pleasure. But I think she has great time too because she is always shouting in pleasure.
Those thoughts made me even harder. I squeezed my teeth. I covered myself with my blanket and tried to think of something else. Impossible.
Damn it...
I was so stimulated it was painful. I had to do something to stop it.
I put my hand inside my pants and I recalled the images of the meadow.
The girl that was dancing and lying so happy on the grass.
I touched my erection and started to jerk off. Slowly first...then faster...and faster...
The images of the girl were coming one after the other...all together...her wet underwear clinging to her body...everything...
I was jerking off hard and felt like I was about to explode.
I remembered what her nipples looked like under her wet dress and I imagined myself getting close, touching them with my lips and my teeth...
I shouted out and then I found my relief...this torture...I felt a sweet burning throughout my entire body.
My cum was all over, but I wasn't there. I was with her at the river, in the water now...
I had lost my mind.
I started to make plans.
I wanted her so badly. I couldn't deny it.
So I had to do something to make her mine.
I was going to marry her if everyone wished that. I was going to marry her and teach her all the ways to make her husband completely happy!
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