Chapter 3: Some Honeymoon
It was late when I heard Randolph come stumbling into the room loudly and knock over my vanity table chair in a feeble attempt to get to the bathroom. I groaned and sat up rubbing my eyes as I looked around for my clumsy husband. Husband. The word still didn't sound right when I thought of Randolph. I sighed when I didn't see him standing and slowly got out of bed. I glanced at the clock hoping it was maybe still early, but much to my disappointment, it was 4:30 in the morning. I tried to hold back my tears, but they came out anyway. I sniffled and cried softly as got on my hands and knees and felt around the room for Randolph. I found him not three feet away from the bathroom door with his hand holding his temple as he grimaced in pain.
"Randolph," I whispered fully awake now, "are you okay?"
He answered me with a moan and then pulled me down beside him. I couldn't help but cry out in surprise as I landed right on top of him. He breathed deeply and I could tell that some of the alcohol had worn off of him and he was probably already experiencing his first hangover. Even though it made me think of him as much more of a little boy, I still couldn't help but be turned on just a little bit by his meekness and innocence. I don't know what came over me, but I chanced a soft kiss and when he kissed back I challenged him with a more deep and passionate one. When I pulled back from him, I could tell he was blushing very badly and it made me laugh to see his face so crimson.
"Do you think I'm beautiful, Randolph?" I asked him playfully expecting a very positive answer from him.
"Um..well.. I.. uh.." he stammered and my playful smile started to turn into an angry frown and then he added, "Of course I think you are beautiful Laura. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
"I thought so," I said as I smirked and then leaned down for another soft kiss, but his arms made their way around my back and over my neck and he kissed me more passionately than I had ever thought possible of him.
It took my breath away for a moment and I pulled back gasping for air. We looked at each other for what seemed like hours, but in reality were probably only a few seconds. His eyes began to move down my neck and to my bosom where they lingered. I don't know what came over me, but I took his hand and pressed it against my breast. His eyes seemed to grow as big as half dollars and I couldn't help but giggle at him. Maybe it was the way he looked at me, or maybe I was just longing for any man. Whatever it was caused me to help Randolph up and to the bed where he struggled to sit up. I pulled off his shoes and socks and then managed to tug his shirt over his head. His cheeks turned a little crimson as I began to undo his pants and pulled them off quickly. It took a little coaxing and guiding before he undressed me, but afterwards it seemed like he wanted to explore every part of my body.
I could tell by the way he looked at my naked body and rubbed my breast so softly that he was very, very inexperienced and I would have to do most of the work. So, I decided to let him explore my body as I explored his for a good long while. I was on the verge of climbing onto him when he practically lifted me over him and I felt his manhood throbbing between my thighs. He slowly sat me down and I moaned softly. My hands sat on his chest for support as I began to make love to him. His cries of passion mingled with my own as we moved rhythmically with one another. My eyes stayed tightly shut for the longest time and I imagined Bronson inside me. I could see the faint smile on his face and his sparkling brown eyes and that made me smile. I was just about to climax, when I opened my eyes and seen Randolph laying there with a horrid expression on his face. He groaned loudly and I collapsed on his chest, but he had quickly gotten the hang of it and he finished the deed soon after. Then he rolled over on his side as I lay there in shock for the longest time. If only I had kept my eyes closed, it would have been okay, I thought to myself. Some honeymoon I had had. It was not anything like I had imagined when I was a child. I was awake for the most of the rest of the night tossing and turning. I'm not sure what time I finally fell asleep, but I had my worst dream ever.
In my dream, I was running bare foot across the front lawn of the hotel and I was so frightened. It was almost like I was running away from the place. The soft blue sky was covered by dark foreboding clouds as I ran further and further from the hotel. I looked back once and then turned only to find myself running right into Randolph's mother. I cried out in terror as I hit the ground with a hard thump that sent sharp pains to my stomach. I clutched at it and then noticed how big and round my stomach was. It was swelled up like big balloon and then Mrs. Cutler was standing over me angrily. She had some kind of papers in her hand as she stared down at me with her steely blue eyes.
"You stupid whore!" screamed my mother-in-law at me. I awoke and jolted upright in bed with a scream caught in my throat.
It was late when I heard Randolph come stumbling into the room loudly and knock over my vanity table chair in a feeble attempt to get to the bathroom. I groaned and sat up rubbing my eyes as I looked around for my clumsy husband. Husband. The word still didn't sound right when I thought of Randolph. I sighed when I didn't see him standing and slowly got out of bed. I glanced at the clock hoping it was maybe still early, but much to my disappointment, it was 4:30 in the morning. I tried to hold back my tears, but they came out anyway. I sniffled and cried softly as got on my hands and knees and felt around the room for Randolph. I found him not three feet away from the bathroom door with his hand holding his temple as he grimaced in pain.
"Randolph," I whispered fully awake now, "are you okay?"
He answered me with a moan and then pulled me down beside him. I couldn't help but cry out in surprise as I landed right on top of him. He breathed deeply and I could tell that some of the alcohol had worn off of him and he was probably already experiencing his first hangover. Even though it made me think of him as much more of a little boy, I still couldn't help but be turned on just a little bit by his meekness and innocence. I don't know what came over me, but I chanced a soft kiss and when he kissed back I challenged him with a more deep and passionate one. When I pulled back from him, I could tell he was blushing very badly and it made me laugh to see his face so crimson.
"Do you think I'm beautiful, Randolph?" I asked him playfully expecting a very positive answer from him.
"Um..well.. I.. uh.." he stammered and my playful smile started to turn into an angry frown and then he added, "Of course I think you are beautiful Laura. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
"I thought so," I said as I smirked and then leaned down for another soft kiss, but his arms made their way around my back and over my neck and he kissed me more passionately than I had ever thought possible of him.
It took my breath away for a moment and I pulled back gasping for air. We looked at each other for what seemed like hours, but in reality were probably only a few seconds. His eyes began to move down my neck and to my bosom where they lingered. I don't know what came over me, but I took his hand and pressed it against my breast. His eyes seemed to grow as big as half dollars and I couldn't help but giggle at him. Maybe it was the way he looked at me, or maybe I was just longing for any man. Whatever it was caused me to help Randolph up and to the bed where he struggled to sit up. I pulled off his shoes and socks and then managed to tug his shirt over his head. His cheeks turned a little crimson as I began to undo his pants and pulled them off quickly. It took a little coaxing and guiding before he undressed me, but afterwards it seemed like he wanted to explore every part of my body.
I could tell by the way he looked at my naked body and rubbed my breast so softly that he was very, very inexperienced and I would have to do most of the work. So, I decided to let him explore my body as I explored his for a good long while. I was on the verge of climbing onto him when he practically lifted me over him and I felt his manhood throbbing between my thighs. He slowly sat me down and I moaned softly. My hands sat on his chest for support as I began to make love to him. His cries of passion mingled with my own as we moved rhythmically with one another. My eyes stayed tightly shut for the longest time and I imagined Bronson inside me. I could see the faint smile on his face and his sparkling brown eyes and that made me smile. I was just about to climax, when I opened my eyes and seen Randolph laying there with a horrid expression on his face. He groaned loudly and I collapsed on his chest, but he had quickly gotten the hang of it and he finished the deed soon after. Then he rolled over on his side as I lay there in shock for the longest time. If only I had kept my eyes closed, it would have been okay, I thought to myself. Some honeymoon I had had. It was not anything like I had imagined when I was a child. I was awake for the most of the rest of the night tossing and turning. I'm not sure what time I finally fell asleep, but I had my worst dream ever.
In my dream, I was running bare foot across the front lawn of the hotel and I was so frightened. It was almost like I was running away from the place. The soft blue sky was covered by dark foreboding clouds as I ran further and further from the hotel. I looked back once and then turned only to find myself running right into Randolph's mother. I cried out in terror as I hit the ground with a hard thump that sent sharp pains to my stomach. I clutched at it and then noticed how big and round my stomach was. It was swelled up like big balloon and then Mrs. Cutler was standing over me angrily. She had some kind of papers in her hand as she stared down at me with her steely blue eyes.
"You stupid whore!" screamed my mother-in-law at me. I awoke and jolted upright in bed with a scream caught in my throat.