Author's Notes: Jack and Samantha's wedding night isn't all they hoped, please keep in mind their age and knowledge level. They couldn't realistically have blazing perfect sex. I promise that in the next chapter they will find more physical satisfaction from their union. Reviews are greatly appreciated.
Part 11
Age 12 Years 8 Months
Shyly Samantha asked Jack to help her with the buttons on the back of her gown. When she dressed at the salon, a member of the staff helped her. Jack's hands trembled slightly as he obliged. Slowly Samantha turned around and stepped out of her dress, she'd worn far more revealing skirts in front of Jack than the frothy petticoat and the delicate bustier showed less skin than if she wore a swimsuit at the beach; but she flushed under her new husband's gaze. Then she remembered seeing Jack naked and blushed harder.
Jack stripped his coat off and hung it up neatly, unsure how to proceed. Then he offered to hang Samantha's gown up and carefully hung it up. After peeling off his vest he cast a glance at Sam and moved to kiss her gently. Their kiss deepened and her hands went to the buttons on his shirt. Cautiously Jack traced a fingertip along the edge of the bustier, following the contour of her breasts. Once Jack's shirt was removed, Samantha slid her hands over his bare back and held him close for reassurance.
Finding the courage to go further, she stepped out of her petticoat and stood in her underwear and stockings. Jack pulled his pants off slowly and stood in his crisp white boxers. He really wanted to light some candles, but the Reverend said it was sinful to engage in acts of lust with the lights on and that it would embarrass his bride. Reluctantly, Jack turned the lights off as Samantha slid into bed. Then moved in beside her.
Their lips met in a kiss and they wrapped their arms around each other as they had so often in the attic, but never with so little clothing between them. Jack's hand brushed the clasp of Samantha's bustier and he hesitated. Before the wedding Reverend Franklin told him that marital relations shouldn't be carried out with anymore clothing removed than necessary; but surely God would forgive Jack this once. Decision made, Jack slowly unfastened the garment and pushed it from the bed.
Samantha felt slightly embarrassed as Jack removed the covering, but rapidly forgot the feeling as his hands gently cupped her bare flesh for the first time ever. For a moment Jack kissed her, then his mouth moved to her breasts and the sensation made Samantha moan. This was even nicer than kissing, she thought dreamily. When his mouth moved back to hers, Jack ran his hand over her stomach and skimmed over her panties. The intensity of the sensation it roused made her gasp in wonder.
"Are you all right?" he asked worriedly.
"Y-yes," Samantha stammered. She was better than all right she felt wonderful.
Jack slid one finger inside her panties, his breath coming in pants. Touching Samantha was even nicer than he dreamed. When he caressed inside her panties, she quickly went to remove them. He wished there were so candles lit so he could see her, but he didn't want to be a bad husband on his first night of marriage.
"I love you, Jack," Samantha murmured happily.
"And I love you-" Jack trailed off in a groan as Samantha reached inside his boxers and touched him.
"Jack?"
"Yes?"
"Sofia said there were some candles in here, could we light one, I want to see you."
Jack slid out of bed and Samantha sat up and started to slide off her garter belt and stockings. Although the Minister had told him such shameful things should only take place in the dark of night, Jack couldn't refuse Samantha. God had to understand that his first loyalty would always be his Samantha. Striking a match, Jack lit a candle on the bedside table and looked shyly at his bride in the dim light.
"Take your shorts off," Samantha told him and watched as he did.
Climbing back into bed, Jack pressed a kiss to Samantha's lips and massaged her tongue with his. The sensation of skin on skin was new and pleasurable as they explored one another. This time Jack could look at Samantha's breasts as he touched them and see the look on her face. As he touched her, he studied the nuances of her expression as he discovered what his bride liked best.
Shifting slightly, Jack moved on top of Samantha, but didn't enter her. Their mouths met in an intense kiss and Jack savored the feeling of heat rising from between her thighs. Sam moved her hands over Jack's back and wrapped her legs around him to hold him closer. As they kissed, the feeling of his hardness pressed against her felt amazing and she wanted to go further. Every touch felt so good it would feel even better in another moment.
"Jack," Samantha urged him.
Slowly he pushed inside her. As he did, Jack's eyes went wide with wonder at the tight wet feeling, he'd never felt anything so heavenly. At the same time, Samantha's eyes went wide with bewilderment and pain. This wasn't even close to what she was expecting.
Seeing the expression on her face, Jack stopped immediately, "Samantha what's wrong?"
"You're hurting me," she informed him. "Get off of me!"
Immediately Jack pulled away in concern and went to hold her, "Samantha I never meant-"
"If this is what everyone talks about, either they're all crazy or you aren't doing it right. You hurt me!" Samantha snapped and burst into tears.
Helplessly, Jack looked around in the dim light for a box of tissues. Unable to find them he snapped on the light to look for them. Samantha gasped and Jack looked at her, moving closer he saw a small smear of blood on her thighs and the bed. Drawing back, he nearly fainted in horror. Not only had he hurt his bride on their wedding night, he'd drawn blood.
"Samantha, I didn't mean to hurt you. I would never-"
"Well you did hurt me! I wish I'd never married you! I don't want to even look at you. Either you sleep in the car or I will but I won't sleep in the same bed with you! I hate you!" she cried.
Fighting back tears, Jack felt terrible. Instead of marriage binding Samantha to him forever, it drove her away in less than one day. Maybe she would forgive him someday, he had to try and prove to her he hadn't meant to hurt her. Samantha meant everything to him. Skipping his underwear, he jerked his pants on a bit of Samantha's blood staring up accusingly at him from his manhood.
"I-I'll sleep in the car. Would you at least allow me to bring so tea for you?" he begged. Even as he begged, he hated himself for sounding so desperate, but he simply couldn't lose his Samantha. Maybe she would reconsider if he promised never to touch her again. He would be content simply to hold her and kiss her as long as she would smile at him and love him again.
"Whatever," Samantha sobbed and stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
Inside the bathroom, Samantha sat on the edge of the tub and wept. Jack's kisses had felt so nice and then he hurt her. After all his promises to love and protect her, he not only hurt her but on their wedding night no less! Everything had been so beautiful until that moment, what had gone wrong? Had they done it wrong? This wasn't even close to how she'd imagined tonight, Samantha thought as hot and bitter tears fell.
Jack finished dressing, every sob and word from Samantha a knife to his heart. Mother and the Senator were right, he was worthless. Why had he ever thought he could possibly be good enough for Samantha? The only real friend he'd ever had, now hated him and couldn't stand to be in the same room with him. How could he make her understand how sorry he was? Never in a million years would have hurt his Samantha intentionally, he didn't know what happened. There was nothing like this in Kama Sutra.
Inside the restaurant, Sofia and Konstantine's sons were cleaning up and most of the family had left as Konstantine reminisced. "Ah you remember our wedding night Sofia. The most magical night."
Laughing at her husband, she told him, "You are getting old. The night after was magical, our wedding night not so much. I hope young honeymooners find happiness, they seem very young."
"Is America, Americans have relations young. I doubt this is their first night together Sofia."
Kissing her husband lightly, she teased, "Shows what you know you old fool, those two are more innocent than we were. I do hope someone talked with them, they said they had no parents."
Just then, Jack entered the restaurant looking pale and unhappy. In a lifeless voice he inquired, "Would it be possible to get a cup of tea for my- for my wife?"
Sofia and Konstantine looked from the stricken groom to one another, something was very definitely wrong between their honeymooners.
"Certainly," Sofia told him and called back to the kitchen for one of her sons to put the kettle on.
Eyes downcast and fighting tears, Jack thanked her and swallowed convulsively.
Moving towards him, Sofia put an arm around him and said, "You know since you have no family, you can come to Momma and Poppa. There is troubles?"
Samantha's words echoing in his head alongside of self-recrimination, Jack lost his control and started to sob onto her shoulder, "Samantha hates me."
"No she doesn't," Sofia soothed.
"Yes she does, she told me she does! Everything was fine, then I hurt her. I didn't mean to! I never would hurt my Samantha! I don't understand. We did everything the book said to and now she can't even stand to look at me," Jack cried. Then he stopped and said with sad realization, "Everything my parents ever said about me was true. I am a worthless monster that should have never been born."
Anger flared in Sofia at Jack's parents and she wished she could give them a piece of her mind for hurting this sweet boy. Looking at Konstantine, she communicated her intentions and he moved towards Jack.
"Since you are married man, I think you are old enough to have drink and we have men talk," Konstantine told him and put and arm around Jack's shoulders.
Jack let the older man lead him to the bar as Sofia announced, "I'll take the tea to your wife. She and I need to have some woman talk."
As Sofia left with tea, Jack sipped the amber liquid Konstantine put in front of him. It burned as it went down his throat and tasted terrible, but Jack drank valiantly, not wishing to be rude. A couple of Konstantine's sons tried to join them, but their father ordered them away. While Sofia spoke to Samantha, he would speak to Jack and hopefully mend the row between the newlyweds. Although Konstantine wasn't accustomed to discussing such things with strangers, the young man seemed very innocent and very miserable. Gently he requested Jack tell him what had transpired.
Sofia knocked on the door and was greeted with, "Leave it outside the door. I don't want to see you Jack!"
"It's Sofia."
The door opened and a red eyed Samantha answered wearing a robe, "Come in."
"I bring you tea. Jack seemed to be concerned about you."
"I'm fine, no thanks to him," Samantha snapped. Embarrassed, she confessed, "I ruined your sheets, but Jack will pay for it."
Sofia's eyes flicked to the bed and the small bloodstain told her everything she needed to know. Gently she suggested, "Let's sit down and have girl talk."
Samantha didn't feel much like talking, but didn't wish to be rude so she sat.
"Samantha, did your mother ever talk to you about men and women?"
Shaking her head, she answered, "No, but I read a book."
"Books are good. Books are very good, but books are not a Momma. Yes?" Not giving her a chance to respond, Sofia pressed onwards. "Since you don't have a mother and I have always wanted a daughter, you will be my daughter for while you stay. Now why don't you tell Momma, what the trouble is, you have the sad eyes."
Her lower lip quivered and she began to cry again. Sofia pulled her into her arms and rocked her slightly, murmuring soothingly. When Samantha's crying subsided, Sofia confided, "You know, my wedding night with Konstantine I felt like crying to. But my mother had talked to me as I am about to talk to you. First time for woman is not like it is for man, becoming woman can be uncomfortable. But after first time it becomes very nice if you love your husband and he is good man."
Looking at her in slight disbelief, Sam asked, "So he didn't do it wrong? But Sofia he hurt me!"
Thoughtfully, Sofia inquired, "What did he say when he hurt you?"
"He stopped and then told me he was sorry."
"Did he now? I don't think Jack would ever intentionally hurt you. He seemed quite devastated, what happened?"
"I- I told him I hated him," Samantha sobbed.
"And do you?"
"No, I just felt disappointed and hurt."
"Here's what I want you to do, you get into the tub and put on a nightgown. When you come out I will have sheets changed. Don't worries about them, they will wash. Then talk to your husband. Next time you try loving it will be nicer."
Samantha agreed and did as Sofia suggested. Efficiently Sofia got clean sheets and changed them, the fewer reminders for the young couple the better. Perhaps she would pack a picnic for them and send them to that nice spot where the wild roses bloomed outside of town. Nice and romantic, it was just what the couple needed, Sofia decided. She returned to the restaurant, just as Konstantine finished his talk with Jack.
"... so you see, is normal. Your wife will like in time."
"Still doesn't seem fair," Jack told him.
Silently, Sofia agreed, then said aloud, "Tomorrow you will take your bride on romantic picnic. I shall pack it for you and give you map to nice place with wild roses."
Jack brightened slightly, "Samantha loves roses." His face fell slightly, "But I'm not sure she'll go with me."
"She will. Now go back to your room, I believe Samantha will want to speak with you."
Jack walked out of the restaurant and towards the bridal suite...
