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  My jaw dropped, as if I didn't believe what she'd said. This elicited a giggle from her and she covered mouth, laughing into her hand. With shaking hands I fumbled with the box containing the ring. The ring fell out and dropped to the ground. I gasped and started digging in the long grass.

  The shimmering diamond caught the light of the sun. I plucked it up and looked up at my angel.

  She was smiling, her head tilted to one side. She had her left hand out. Her fingers were spread, ready to take my ring.

  Still shaking I slid the slim gold band along her finger, past her knuckle and nestled it close to her palm.

  She pulled her hand up and brought it close to her face. She gazed at the ring. She seemed delighted at its sparkle.

  I stood up. I put my hands on her arms. I leaned in. This was the moment I'd been waiting for! I was going to kiss my bride-to-be!

  Except it wasn't. As I leaned close, lips puckered, she turned her cheek. She was still smiling. I saw her blush. "I...I'm sorry," I stammered. "I thought..." I leaned back.

  "Matthew?" she asked, turning to look deep into my eyes. "Is that what this is about?"

  "What?!? No! No, please don't think that!" I said, squeezing her arms.

  She shrugged my hands away and took a step back. She brought the ring up and staring at it, smiled again. "I understand," she said, finally as she looked back at me. "I know you have needs."

  The ugly ogre of my depraved desires rumbled inside my bowels. What was it that was so...fetching about her complacency about it? She was such a pure and innocent thing and yet she talked about my needs as if she were an old whore.

  The thought made me shudder. Imagine! My unadulterated Anna Elizabeth, a whore! I don't know what wicked thing twisted that thought into a knot around my bowels. My mind began to retch images of Anna Elizabeth with other men. On her back with her legs spread. On all fours, her back arched, her breasts swaying back and forth as some dark deviant plowed his seeding muscle between her thighs.

  "Matthew? What is it? Are you alright?"

  Her voice shook me from my dark thoughts but they'd already taken root at the base of my cock. I shifted, hoping she wouldn't notice my rising rod.

  "I'm...I'm fine. Just...I didn't want you to think that I was only...that the ring...that I only wanted you for that."

  As I said it the tight smile, the one I remembered from standing behind her in the bathroom returned. She looked absolutely delighted by my apology. "But you do want that, don't you Matthew?"

  "Uh..." I was at a loss. Did she want me to say it? Did she want me to admit to needing her so desperately? To thinking about her late at night? All day? All week? All the time?

  There was something alluring about it. There was something enticing about a woman who would want her man to admit to that. To admit that he desired her more than anything else. Especially a woman so innocent as Anna Elizabeth. "Yes," I whispered. It was a thrilling act.

  For a moment I had no idea what her reaction would be. She just stood there, staring at me with that grin. Then she brought her hand up and admired the ring again. "I suppose," she began, lowering her eyes. "I suppose I could go back on what I've promised. If it means that much to you I could..."

  "No!" My shout startled her and she jumped. "No, Anna Elizabeth don't. I'm sorry. You should stay true to yourself, to what you've promised. I'm sorry for being such a...lecherous man. I'm sorry for my dirty mind."

  This caused her to smile again. "Is that what you are?"

  "Only sometimes," I replied, then allowed myself to smile, too.

  She straightened and pushed her strong chin a little higher. "Come to my apartment tonight."

  "No, Anna Elizabeth we shouldn't," I said, though my cock was already flexing at the thought that we might.

  "I should decide what we shouldn't and should, don't you agree?" she asked.

  "Yes, Anna Elizabeth," I replied. "Yes. You should decide." I lowered my eyes. But my insides were dancing. What a thrill it was having a woman like Anna Elizabeth, the woman who was going to be my wife take the lead of me like that.

  "Eight o'clock then."

  "Yes," I answered. "Eight o'clock." I looked up just in time to see Anna Elizabeth turn and walk up the hill and out of the park. My body shuddered in anticipation of what might happen that night.

  But I was weak. I knew I was. I suppose most men are. I knew that if I got to the apartment and Anna Elizabeth did not have in mind what I had, I would be disappointed. Tortured and racked with resentment. It had happened before. When other women, women I knew before Anna Elizabeth, had hinted at an intimate encounter then changed their minds. When that happened a rage reared its ugly head inside me that I could not control.

  I vowed that nothing like that would ever happen with Anna Elizabeth. I would never allow myself to feel like that. I rushed home and into the bathroom. Yanking my trousers open I pulled out my cock.

  I was already hard and the pleasure from touching myself came quickly. I thought I would be over and done with it soon when the thoughts came again. Dark and filthy thoughts.

  There she was again in my minds eye. Anna Elizabeth on her back. I watched her lift her calves until her two legs together formed a single column of flesh. I gazed at the hot folds of her sweet pussy as she spread her legs apart. I saw the skin stretch, pulling against the surface tension of its own wetness. Then I saw the tender slit split open, revealing her cherry, pink cunt.

  I didn't see myself between those legs, though. No. I was in a corner of the room. Instead my mind conjured another, darker figure. He was large and muscular. Nude and shiny black.

  I shuddered at the sight of his already rigid member protruding up from in between his legs. He was there for her. He was there for Anna Elizabeth. To fuck her.

  The thought almost made me orgasm but I squeezed my buttocks and held tight, keeping my seed at bay. I wanted to see more. I wanted to know what else would crawl out from the dark corners of my mind.

  He was between her legs now, her creamy thighs supported by two dark palms. I watched as the head of his cock kissed the tender, dripping lips of her pussy.

  Why was I thinking this?!? What was it about this dark fantasy that was making me so hard?

  Then he was leaning over her and I watched her fingers glide up his arms. He flexed and his cock made a wet sound as it pierced the first layer of her cunt.

  Anna Elizabeth moaned in my mind and the sound made my cock jump in my fist. My dark intruder didn't care. Adjusting himself, he thrust his mighty pelvis against her thighs, plucking the blossoms of her flower in one swift swipe.

  The sound I imagined Anna Elizabeth would make as he did that proved too much. A long, moaning mewl echoed through my bathroom and I was coming all over the sink before I realized I was making the sound myself.

  After it was over, I leaned against the counter my cock still in my hand staring at the shame I'd spewed. At least it would quell my rage if Anna Elizabeth's intentions were not aligned with mine.

  Chapter 3

  I rang the doorbell promptly at eight o'clock. Even though she'd already said yes to my proposal, I brought flowers. Just to be safe. The sight of them made her smile and I was glad I hadn't spared the expense.

  As she closed the door behind me she whispered, "Go to the living room and sit on the couch. I'll put these in a vase."

  I did as she asked and soon she was next to me, having drifted into the room. She always looked like she was not walking but gliding on clouds.

  She sat with her hands folded in her lap beside me, her thumb already in the habit of playing with the band around her finger. "What did you come here for?" she asked.

  I balked. What was this now? "I...you invited me. Remember?"

  "Yes," she smiled, "but what did you think you were coming here for?"

  I was confused but that same thrill, that same erotic thrill filled me at what she was doing. She wasn't just asking a question. She was trying to control me with a question. She was trying
to make me feel uncomfortable by asking it. She was asking for my submission, in fact.

  I went out on a limb. She'd already said yes, after all. "I came because..."

  "Because what?" she urged.

  "Because I have needs."

  "And you want me to fulfill them, don't you? Like an obedient wife? Hmm-hmm," she coughed, "wife-to-be."

  "Yes," I breathed, letting myself sink into the comfort of being under her command.

  "Even though you know it's dirty? What you want?"

  "It's filthy," I seethed, not daring to look her in the eye. I heard her smile. A slow, satisfied smile.

  "Very well. Stand up." Again the pursed lips and the strict command.

  I obeyed immediately, the blood rushing to both my heads.

  "Take yourself out."

  I did as she asked, undoing my belt and letting my pants and underwear fall to the floor. My cock bounced beneath my shirt, rigid and ready for her touch.

  With a finger and a thumb she picked up the hem of my shirt and lifted it aside. She stared at the engorged purple head as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft.

  I gasped and almost climaxed at her touch. I couldn't believe what was happening! I couldn't believe my virgin Anna Elizabeth was taking me into her hand!

  The feeling of her fist around my length was a thousand times softer than my own. I groaned. I went weak in the knees. I almost fell down.

  She looked up and into my eyes. "Is this what you were hoping for?" she asked.

  "Oh yes," I moaned.

  With quick, firm jerks she began pumping me with her fist. Each pump of her hand would send me soaring to new heights of pleasure and I knew it wouldn't be long before I came. I wanted the moment to last longer. I wanted it to last forever but I knew it would soon be over.

  As I started shaking from the coming climax, Anna Elizabeth did the same thing she'd done the first time. She brought her cupped hand to the head of my cock to collect my seed. As it began spurting out of me she looked on, seemingly in glee. But her satisfaction did not last. As my orgasm waned she looked up with disappointment in her eyes.

  "Anna Elizabeth? What's wrong?" I panted between gasps.

  "There's barely anything here," she said, staring back down at the creamy liquid. She looked back up. "Have you...relieved yourself today already?"

  My shoulders sagged. I cast my eyes to the ground. "I'm sorry...yes."

  Anna Elizabeth stood up. She walked out of the living room and into the kitchen. I heard the water being run. When she came back, she was wiping her hand. "You can put your clothes back on," she said casually.

  I lifted my pants and zipped them up. "You're not...you're not mad?" I asked.

  "Just disappointed. You have me. Why would you need to do that?"

  "I'm sorry Anna Elizabeth! I won't do it again!" I lied.

  She shrugged. "I will know if you do. I can tell by how much there is."

  How she would know that, never having been with a man before, I had no idea. But she'd certainly guessed correctly then. I resolved to do my best not to pleasure myself from that moment on.

  "Will you sit with me Matthew? For a while?"

  "Of course!" I replied and took a seat next to her on the couch. Now that we were about to be married it didn't seem like an impropriety, sitting on the same piece of furniture.

  "There's something I want to tell you."

  I nodded. A warm hope sprouted in me. In the time I'd known her, Anna Elizabeth hadn't been very forthcoming about the details of her life. Of course I knew that she was just finishing school, as I was. I knew she hoped to be a florist but beyond that she had said little about herself. Our conversations were generally about the weather or what movies we'd like to see together. I was hoping that with our engagement she would open up to me a little more and it seemed that that was exactly what she was doing.

  "Of course, Anna Elizabeth," I replied, "anything!"

  "I have a question first."

  "A question? What is it?"

  "I wonder why you haven't cared to ask me more about myself? Where I come from? Who my family are?"

  My heart sank a little. I began to feel bad. It was true, I hadn't asked her any of those things but there was good reason for that. "I'm sorry, Anna Elizabeth, it's just that..." I hesitated, a little embarrassed about my reasons.

  "Go on," she said, putting a hand on mine. "You can tell me. I'll soon be your wife."

  I nodded and steeled myself for my revelation. "You see it's that I don't have any family of my own. Because of that I...I don't like asking people about theirs. In case...you know, in case their situation might be the same."

  A beautiful sadness took hold of Anna Elizabeth's eyes. She lifted her hand and put her palm on my cheek.

  I closed my eyes and leaned into its warmth.

  "Matthew, I'm so sorry. Of course I should have known that."

  "No. How could you know?" I replied. "But it doesn't matter. I didn't say it for you to feel bad. I want to hear what you were going to tell me."

  Anna Elizabeth took her hand away and sat up. "Well I was going to tell you about my family. Except now I don't want to make you feel bad." She turned down her eyes.

  "You won't. I promise you won't. Please, I'd love to hear about them?"

  She took a deep breath and looked at me with a smile. "Alright. If you're sure?"

  "I'm sure. I want to know."

  "Alright." She folded her hands in her lap. She looked like a kindergarten teacher about to tell the children a story. "I only bring it up because...well, my circumstances are a little strange."

  I nodded and furrowed my brow. To show her how well I was listening. "Strange how?" I asked.

  "You see, I was an orphan and I was adopted."

  My heart swelled with love. "Anna Elizabeth, this is just another way in which we're perfect for each other! I don't have family, you an orphan, it was meant to be!"

  "Yes," she smiled and patted my arm to calm me down. "What I wanted to mention, to explain, is that my adopted family is a little...different than most."

  I nodded again, curious to hear what she was going to say.

  "You see I was adopted by a family that has its roots in Virginia. They've been from there for a very long time."

  "Oh Virginia!"

  "Yes. In the foothills of the Appalachians, to be exact."

  "Well that's wonderful! Maybe we can have our wedding there? So they don't have to travel to us?"

  "Yes..." Anna Elizabeth said with a curious smile. "I'm glad you would be amenable to that. You see, it's not a family in the traditional sense of the word. In the sense that most people know it?"

  Again, I furrowed my brow. "Oh?"

  "It's...it's bigger than most families, to start. And my sisters aren't really my sisters, you see. We don't really think of Pater as our father either."

  That was a little more confusing but I tried to follow along.

  "You see, I wasn't really adopted by them until I was eighteen. Just a few years ago. It's more symbolic than anything."

  "Symbolic?"

  "Yes. Symbolic."

  "I'm not really sure I understand," I said, very confused now.

  "Hmm...yes, it's a little hard to explain," she said, nodding and looking at the ground. "But you said you would be willing to have the wedding there?"

  "Of course! I have no one here, as you know. We could travel there together and..."

  "Perhaps," she interrupted, "perhaps we should take a trip there first. So you can...meet them. And see if you like it?"

  "Alright," I replied, nodding, "but why would I need to like it there?"

  She took a breath and sighed. "Because, Matthew, I mean to make my life there. It's where my home is. I want to be sure you feel...comfortable there. Before we say our vows."

  I cleared my throat. I hadn't expected that. I had a good job lined up here already, for after I graduated, and I hadn't entertained the possibility that Anna Elizabeth might want to move. My distres
s was fleeting. I put a hand on her chin and drew her eyes to mine. "Anna Elizabeth," I said with solemnity, "my mind is already made up. And if travelling back to your home and making a life there is what you want, well then consider my bags already packed!"

  Her lips parted and a kindness filled her eyes. "Oh Matthew, that is so chivalrous, but you really should..."

  "No I won't hear it!" I poked the air above my head with a finger. This was going to be my first decision as the male in this relationship. The first time I was going to put my foot down. "We will be taking the train tomorrow and then the bus after that! Pack your bags Anna Elizabeth and not another word of protest!"

  I stood up, as if doing so might emphasize how serious I was.

  She stood up next to me, as if the moment called for it. As if we were in some kind of ceremony.

  The-first-time-I-listened-to-my-husband, it might be called. Or something like that.

  She looked up at me.

  I lowered my finger and let my hand fall to her shoulder.

  "Matthew," she whispered. "You really are in love, aren't you?"

  "Oh yes, Anna Elizabeth. Yes I am," I replied.

  She smiled, a sweet little smile with just a tiny puckering of her lips. She leaned close.

  My heart thumped. It was going to be our first kiss!

  Our lips met. Boundless joy coursed through me. Our new life was beginning. I was the happiest man alive.

  Chapter 4

  The train ride wasn't arduous. Just long. By the time we pulled into Union Station in Washington, the light was beginning to wane. With our suitcases under my arms I began making my way to the Greyhound ticket counter to purchase our tickets. I felt a tap on my shoulder.

  "Matthew?"

  I turned to her. "What is it my love?"

  "There's a different bus that goes to Gentle. We'll have to take a taxi to the station first.

  "No regular bus?" That was strange. The place must really be out of the way, I thought. A flicker of doubt shrouded my mind. If it really was that out of the way, would I even be able to find a job as an accountant there? Would there be any demand for someone like that? I pushed the thought aside. "Alright," I said. "To the taxi stand!" I turned and Anna Elizabeth followed me, already the dutiful wife.