Chapter 3: The Reluctant Honeymooner
Laura Sue sat on the corner of the queen size bed in her and Randolph's suite. She ran her fingers along the satin comforter and sighed. Oh, how she loved the feel of satin on her soft skin! She gazed across the suite and held her breath as the doors to the bedroom began to open slowly. She hoped it would be her beloved Bronson coming to tell her how much he loved her. Instead, it was Randolph looking more nervous than ever as well as heartbroken. Obviously, his mother had scolded him for marrying her and made him feel horrible.
"Hello, darling," he said as he quickly glanced at her and then cast his eyes downward.
"Randolph," Laura Sue answered him in a distracted tone. She gazed around the room and realized that she had and would have anything and everything she wanted, everything except her Bronson.
Much to her surprise, Laura Sue felt Randolph's arms around her and realized that he was hugging her. She brought her lips and tried to kiss him deeply, but he pulled away. Laura Sue was so shocked that she let go of him and sat on the bed again. She watched as he pulled some of his clothes out of his chest and began to leave.
"Where are you going?" she asked him a little too harshly.
"I'm just going to get dressed," he answered her and then headed towards the double doors that closed their bedroom from the rest of the suite.
She watched as he opened and shut the door behind him. Laura Sue let her head drop into her dainty little hands and began to sob. What kind of mess had she gotten herself into? A man and wife were supposed to share everything, including their bodies, with each other. Yet, her newfound husband of six hours wouldn't even undress in front of her. Laura Sue raised her eyes towards her new vanity and got up to go to it. Laura Sue sat down on the tiny cushioned seat and began to brush her silky blonde hair. She smiled at the reflection in the mirror and thought about how beautiful she was. Why, she could have had any man in the state of Virginia, but she had chosen Randolph Cutler.
When he had come back dressed in his silk pajamas with a matching robe, Laura Sue moved back to the bed over to the bed. She gently pushed back the comforter and silky sheets and lay down in the bed. She watched Randolph as he absent-mindedly got into bed with her. He shook the bed so much that Laura Sue couldn't help but smile snottily. She half expected him to be kissing her and pulling himself on top of her, but Randolph just seemed content in lying there.
"Randolph," she said her silky voice filling with agitation and anger. A wedding night was supposed to be special and the husband and wife were suppose to make love to each other, but her husband was just lying there staring at the ceiling. This anger Laura Sue so much that she wanted to cry out in anger, but she tried her best to be patient with him. After all, he was so innocent.
"What is it, Laura Sue?" Randolph asked at her upset because she had interrupted his thinking.
"Aren't you going to make love to me, Randolph Cutler?" Laura Sue asked not hiding her impatience, "After all, I am your wife."
Randolph just looked at Laura Sue like she was crazy and then gazed back up at the ceiling. Laura Sue began to become very angry and decided that she would make the first move. She moved herself under the covers and scooted herself on top of him.
"Hey," she heard Randolph cry out, "what are you doing?"
Laura Sue just ignored him and went to work unbuttoning his shirt. She noted how he didn't object much after his shirt had been taken off and she had caressed his chest a little bit. He even helped her take it off the rest of the way and sat up. Once he was sitting upright, Randolph brought his hands around Laura Sue's back and pulled her closer to him. She felt his warm moist lips touch hers and Laura Sue kissed back passionately. She had to admit that it was surprising the way Randolph was acting. When he untied her robe and probed under her nightgown for her breasts, Laura Sue let out a tiny gasp of pleasure. She felt him getting excited even through his pajama bottoms and helped him lower them. Laura Sue felt his manliness hardening against her thighs. She slowly lowered herself onto him and heard him groan in pleasure. She moved rhythmically up and down making sure to sway her hips occasionally. Laura Sue moaned pleasurably and grabbed Randolph's hands and placed them around her hips. The ecstasy was so intense that she forgot whom she was with. Laura Sue closed her eyes and imagined Bronson making love to her.
"Oh, god, Laura Sue," Randolph cried out in unbearable pleasure.
Laura Sue peeked through tiny slits of her eyes and saw Randolph instead of Bronson. Her heart sank and slouched against Randolph's chest. By now, he had caught the hang of things and was rolling on top of her. Although Randolph was enjoying himself, Laura Sue had lost all interest even though it was the first time she was making love as a wife and not a lover.
When Randolph had spent himself and rolled off of her, Laura Sue turned away from him and shut her eyes tight. She felt the bed shake as Randolph got situated and she begged for this to be a dream, so she could wake up in the morning and run to her beloved Bronson. Laura Sue lay in bed for hours before finally drifting off to sleep. She had a horrible dream that night.
She dreamt of dark, foreboding clouds rolling over the sky and she was running away from the hotel. Laura Sue ran right into Lillian Cutler and cried out as she fell backwards. She saw her stomach swelled up like a balloon and Lillian glaring down at her ashamed.
"Whore!" she heard her mother-in-law shout at her in the dream.
Laura Sue sat on the corner of the queen size bed in her and Randolph's suite. She ran her fingers along the satin comforter and sighed. Oh, how she loved the feel of satin on her soft skin! She gazed across the suite and held her breath as the doors to the bedroom began to open slowly. She hoped it would be her beloved Bronson coming to tell her how much he loved her. Instead, it was Randolph looking more nervous than ever as well as heartbroken. Obviously, his mother had scolded him for marrying her and made him feel horrible.
"Hello, darling," he said as he quickly glanced at her and then cast his eyes downward.
"Randolph," Laura Sue answered him in a distracted tone. She gazed around the room and realized that she had and would have anything and everything she wanted, everything except her Bronson.
Much to her surprise, Laura Sue felt Randolph's arms around her and realized that he was hugging her. She brought her lips and tried to kiss him deeply, but he pulled away. Laura Sue was so shocked that she let go of him and sat on the bed again. She watched as he pulled some of his clothes out of his chest and began to leave.
"Where are you going?" she asked him a little too harshly.
"I'm just going to get dressed," he answered her and then headed towards the double doors that closed their bedroom from the rest of the suite.
She watched as he opened and shut the door behind him. Laura Sue let her head drop into her dainty little hands and began to sob. What kind of mess had she gotten herself into? A man and wife were supposed to share everything, including their bodies, with each other. Yet, her newfound husband of six hours wouldn't even undress in front of her. Laura Sue raised her eyes towards her new vanity and got up to go to it. Laura Sue sat down on the tiny cushioned seat and began to brush her silky blonde hair. She smiled at the reflection in the mirror and thought about how beautiful she was. Why, she could have had any man in the state of Virginia, but she had chosen Randolph Cutler.
When he had come back dressed in his silk pajamas with a matching robe, Laura Sue moved back to the bed over to the bed. She gently pushed back the comforter and silky sheets and lay down in the bed. She watched Randolph as he absent-mindedly got into bed with her. He shook the bed so much that Laura Sue couldn't help but smile snottily. She half expected him to be kissing her and pulling himself on top of her, but Randolph just seemed content in lying there.
"Randolph," she said her silky voice filling with agitation and anger. A wedding night was supposed to be special and the husband and wife were suppose to make love to each other, but her husband was just lying there staring at the ceiling. This anger Laura Sue so much that she wanted to cry out in anger, but she tried her best to be patient with him. After all, he was so innocent.
"What is it, Laura Sue?" Randolph asked at her upset because she had interrupted his thinking.
"Aren't you going to make love to me, Randolph Cutler?" Laura Sue asked not hiding her impatience, "After all, I am your wife."
Randolph just looked at Laura Sue like she was crazy and then gazed back up at the ceiling. Laura Sue began to become very angry and decided that she would make the first move. She moved herself under the covers and scooted herself on top of him.
"Hey," she heard Randolph cry out, "what are you doing?"
Laura Sue just ignored him and went to work unbuttoning his shirt. She noted how he didn't object much after his shirt had been taken off and she had caressed his chest a little bit. He even helped her take it off the rest of the way and sat up. Once he was sitting upright, Randolph brought his hands around Laura Sue's back and pulled her closer to him. She felt his warm moist lips touch hers and Laura Sue kissed back passionately. She had to admit that it was surprising the way Randolph was acting. When he untied her robe and probed under her nightgown for her breasts, Laura Sue let out a tiny gasp of pleasure. She felt him getting excited even through his pajama bottoms and helped him lower them. Laura Sue felt his manliness hardening against her thighs. She slowly lowered herself onto him and heard him groan in pleasure. She moved rhythmically up and down making sure to sway her hips occasionally. Laura Sue moaned pleasurably and grabbed Randolph's hands and placed them around her hips. The ecstasy was so intense that she forgot whom she was with. Laura Sue closed her eyes and imagined Bronson making love to her.
"Oh, god, Laura Sue," Randolph cried out in unbearable pleasure.
Laura Sue peeked through tiny slits of her eyes and saw Randolph instead of Bronson. Her heart sank and slouched against Randolph's chest. By now, he had caught the hang of things and was rolling on top of her. Although Randolph was enjoying himself, Laura Sue had lost all interest even though it was the first time she was making love as a wife and not a lover.
When Randolph had spent himself and rolled off of her, Laura Sue turned away from him and shut her eyes tight. She felt the bed shake as Randolph got situated and she begged for this to be a dream, so she could wake up in the morning and run to her beloved Bronson. Laura Sue lay in bed for hours before finally drifting off to sleep. She had a horrible dream that night.
She dreamt of dark, foreboding clouds rolling over the sky and she was running away from the hotel. Laura Sue ran right into Lillian Cutler and cried out as she fell backwards. She saw her stomach swelled up like a balloon and Lillian glaring down at her ashamed.
"Whore!" she heard her mother-in-law shout at her in the dream.