Chapter 3

The nefarious plan I hadn’t originally intended on forming required that I go slowly. Thus far I had established an environment in which she trusted me. A woman doesn’t take her clothes off and let a man touch her pretty much everywhere unless she trusts him. I thought she liked me, too, which is always a plus.

There was a possible burr under the saddle of my nefarious plan. That plan was brought into existence in my little brain, between my legs. My main brain liked her and did not want to use her. My big brain wanted her to succeed in the world and reach her goals, whatever they may be. The Master Sergeant in me wanted her to become an expert at her job, and gain rank and be glad she joined the Army. So while my little brain wanted to ravish her and make her my sex slave, my big (better?) brain slapped that idea around and told my balls to go back to sleep.

She was lying there, on her back, one leg sagging off the couch, relaxed except for her intercostal muscles, which were dragging air into her lungs furiously.

“I didn’t know,” she gasped.

“I was aware of that,” I said. “Now you do know. Are you glad you learned? You can do that almost any where and any time you want to. But don’t let it interfere with your work.”

“That was so amazing. Do you think Peter knew about that and just didn’t want me to feel it?”

“I doubt it,” I said. “He’s probably just as ignorant about things as you are. He’s learning things, too. His friends will be talking about things and doing things he’s never seen or done or heard of. You let me teach you something. It’s not unreasonable to assume somebody where he is is teaching him things, too.”

“You mean he’s having sex with a woman?”

“That’s not what I meant, but that’s possible, too. You guys got married under circumstances where you don’t really know each other. How many dates did you have before you decided to get married?”

“Four,” she said, almost immediately.

“That is both a curious number and interesting that you could remember it so quickly,” I said.

“I was only allowed to have two dates per month,” she said. “The dates had to be with different boys or men during the month, but I could date each of them the next month, or go with somebody different.”

“You said men?”

“Yes. There was a sister town twenty miles away and my parents arranged for me go out with a man from that town, once in a while. They were trying to find a husband for me.”

“And your brother chaperoned even the dates with the men?”

She nodded. “They were very insistent that I be pure on my wedding day. I didn’t understand that back then. I think I do, now.”

“Your parents didn’t want you to be with a boy long enough or often enough to want to explore with sexual things,” I said. “The men wanted to do the same thing to you I want to, which is why your brother had to be there on those dates. I’d say that was smart of them, but they didn’t tell you why or help you process normal feelings. You should have been masturbating for the last seven or maybe eight years, but I presume they would have flogged you if they found out you did. Now, you need to get up and get dressed.”

“Why? I want to do that again.”

“You’ll get to do that hundreds of times,” I said. “Maybe thousands. Who knows? But right now you’re very attractive and naked and Daddy wants to molest his baby girl and make her belly swell up with his baby in it. So getting dressed will help him calm down and not molest you.”

“You would never molest me,” she breathed.

I shoved my shorts down and let her see my rampant prick. It was just an impulse and I immediately hoped I hadn’t crossed a line and scared her. But it was out and I had taken it out for a specific reason, so I went ahead and did it.

“This,” I said, grabbing my dick and stroking it a couple of times, “wants to go here,” I said, reaching to push a finger deep into her vagina. She went, “Oof!” and sat up as I pulled my finger out of her. “I’m a normal man and I want to have sex with you. Don’t be afraid. Just be aware. I can control myself in this situation but if things get too hot and heavy between us in the future, and neither one of us wants to exert control, then things can get out of control.”

I started to pull my shorts back up and she said, “Stop!” She said it loudly. I froze and just looked at her. My hand was around my cock, getting ready to stuff it back in my shorts.

“Don’t cover it up,” she said, softly. “I’ve never seen one up close, except for the ones on animals. It looks very interesting.”

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