Posted by hummingbird on 5/20/2014, 7:38 am VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV
Chapter Eleven
Nora let her body slide neck deep into the hot, bubbly water. It had been a long day...a long, but wonderful day.
I'm married, she thought to herself. I don't feel married...at least not yet...
She smiled as she ran the sponge over her body thinking of Bo. She couldn’t wait to make love to him, but was a bit nervous. Just the small moments of passion they had shared left her weak and wanting more. She just hoped she would make him happy…
She finished her bath, then toweled off and let her white satin gown slide over her head and body. The gown had a revealing lace bodice and the satin skirt draped over her hips beautifully. She put on the matching robe, checked herself in the mirror, and took a deep breath to calm herself.
Bo was chilling a bottle of champagne in some ice when Nora re-entered the room. He glanced up and stopped. The expression on his face was one of awe. When she approached him, he swallowed hard.
“Oh, Red...you look gorgeous.” he said as he pulled her gently into his arms.
“Thank you,” she said softly.
“How was that big tub?” he asked her.
“It was lovely...maybe next time I’ll share it with you,” she said smiling.
“I like that idea,” he replied pulling her close for a kiss. After several kisses, Bo took Nora’s hand and led her to a settee where he handed her a glass of champagne.
“I thought you might enjoy this while I get my bath. Would you like the radio on for company or …?”
“No...nothing from the outside world. This room is our haven for a few days, okay?” she said.
“Perfect...I won’t be long,” he said quietly, giving her another kiss.
Nora picked up a magazine from the table and flipped through it’s pages absently. She didn’t see a thing on those pages...at least she couldn’t remember what was there. The butterflies in her stomach were fluttering uncontrollably...in fact, they were having a party. She finished her glass of champagne rather hastily and poured herself another.
Calm down...this is silly...everyone has a 'first time'...she told herself.
Her thoughts went back to a recent conversation she had had with Lena and Rita. They had invited her to lunch to celebrate her upcoming wedding and to give her gifts. The gifts had consisted of personal items such as perfumes, soaps, and, of course, lingerie. The lingerie opened up the conversation of their ‘first times’.
Rita had only been with Sal. In her accented voice she related, “It was terrible...Sal was in a hurry and I thought I was just going to die!” she said with wide-eyed frenzy. “He was maiale! I used to dread him getting home from work! He was after me all the time! It was probably a month before I actually started enjoying myself,” she said shaking her head.
“Maiale?” Nora asked with a questioning look. “What is that?”
“A pig! He was a pig!” Rita emoted shaking her head.
Lena looked thoughtful. “I’m trying to remember my first time,” she said with a far away look. “Oh yeah...it was a little awkward but, I must’ve loved it because I kept going back for more!” she laughed. “Some were better than others, of course, but...you know...you take what you can get…”
By this time Nora was wide-eyed. They both turned to her.
“What about you, Nora? How was it for you?”
“Uhm…” she hesitated. “I haven’t…” Nora shook her head.
“NOooo!” Lena blurted out. “You two haven’t…?”
“Not yet,” Nora said quietly.
Rita patted Nora’s hand. “I’m so sorry. If I had known, I would not have said those things...about it being awful and such...it’s better now! It gets better…it really does…” Rita shut up hastily. “I say too much...I’m sorry…”
Nora came back to reality when she heard Bo behind her saying, “Penny for your thoughts…”
She jumped. “Oh...you startled me.” She had been nursing her second glass of champagne. At that point she picked up the glass and drained it.
He sat next to her. “You looked deep in thought. What were you thinking about?”
She smiled, shaking her head. “Nothing important...just a conversation I had recently with Rita and Lena…”
“Oh...okay. Well…let me pour us both another glass of the bubbly.” He poured them each another glass of champagne and held his hand out to her. She placed her hand in his and followed him to the bed. There he set both of their glasses on the bedside table and tossed his robe on a nearby chair before pulling her back into his arms. Just the broad expanse of his chest made her tingle inside. He began kissing her softly, slowly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and responded...still he felt her shiver.
“Are you cold?” he asked quietly, holding her close.
“Not really...I’m just...a little nervous,” she said fingering his chest.
He smiled at her. “You know what? I’m a little nervous too,” he whispered.
She looked into his eyes. “No, you’re not. You’re just trying to make me feel better. Why would you be nervous? It’s not your...first time.”
“No...but it is yours...and that makes me...responsible for your first impression...and that makes me a little nervous. But, I want you to know something,” he said toying with her hair, “as with anything else, experience brings improvement…”
“Like billiards and skipping stones?” she asked, smiling.
“Yeah….but it’s a lot more fun,” he said, his eyes twinkling in that way she loved. “Trust me,” he said untying her robe.
“I trust you,” she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He slipped his hands under her robe and pulled her close, kissing her softly on the mouth and down her neck under her hair. His hands explored her body wrapped in it’s soft satin as his lips moved back to her mouth tasting her, tempting her, then kissing her hungrily. He helped remove her robe and gown before laying her gently on the bed and joining her there. She met his kisses with a fire of her own pulling him down to her.
“I love you, Red,” he whispered above her. “So much,” he said looking into her eyes.
“And I love you, Bo Buchanan,” she whispered back.