Chapter 5: New Loucks, New Locks, and New Accounts

June 3, 1985, McKinley, Ohio

When we arrived back in McKinley, I saw a locksmith truck in the driveway of the house. I parked in my usual spot, and after we got out of the car, Clarissa hugged both of us, got into her car, and left. Elizaveta and I walked around the house, and I found a locksmith working on the front door.

"Mr. Loucks?" the locksmith asked.

"Yes."

"Mr. Kozlov said to give you the keys if you arrived before I finished. Are three enough?"

"I think so," I said. "Elizaveta, one for you, one for me, and an emergency spare left with Clarissa, if you're OK with that."

"Yes."

"Three will be enough," I said to the locksmith. "How much longer?"

"About fifteen minutes. I already finished the back door."

"Thanks. We'll be inside."

We went into the house, and Elizaveta made lemonade and brought me a glass. We sat on the couch and waited until the locksmith finished. He brought us the keys and asked us to test them in both the front and back doors. Once we were satisfied, he asked me to sign the work order, then he left.

"And now, husband, it's bedtime!" Elizaveta said in a sultry voice.

"Remember we talked about going to Anicka's house to use the whirlpool tonight."

"I'll feed you to restore your energy if necessary, but I want to be on top, so you won't use up TOO much energy!"

Ten minutes later, my rock-hard shaft was completely engulfed in my wife's very tight tunnel. She offered me her nipple to suck, which meant she was close, and a minute later, she groaned, and wonderful ripples massaged my shaft. When her orgasm passed, she sat up and began again.

"Mike?" she asked, breathing hard.

"Yes?"

"Does this feel good?" she asked with a smirk.

"Yes!"

"And this?" she asked, squeezing her muscles as she moved up and down.

"Yes," I hissed.

A couple of minutes later, Elizaveta offered me her nipple, and I greedily took it into my mouth and sucked and licked until her second orgasm began, sucking hard as her tight tunnel once again massaged my shaft.

"Mike," she gasped when her orgasm had passed, "I need you to fuck me..."

She quickly lifted off, lay on her back, and spread her legs wide. I moved between them, positioned myself, and pushed powerfully into her. Elizaveta wrapped her arms and legs around me and growled, "Fuck me hard, husband!" I obliged, and five minutes later cum blasted from my dick, filling Elizaveta's spasming pussy as we had a fantastic joint orgasm. When I softened, I slipped from Elizaveta, and she pouted.

"Stay on top of me," Elizaveta requested, tightening her arms and legs again.

I kissed her softly, then put my head next to hers, and we lay together for about ten minutes.

"Mike," Elizaveta whispered, "lick me, please."

I kissed her, then slid down so that I could put my mouth on her labia, and immediately began pleasuring her with my lips and tongue. I feasted on my wife's wonderful pussy until I was rock hard, then moved up and slowly entered her.

"Slow," she whispered. "Really slow."

We began a slow, sensual lovemaking session that seemed as if it went on forever, with Elizaveta having five good orgasms before I had an extremely pleasurable release. Once again, she asked me to stay on top of her after I softened but then suggested a shower. We got out of bed and went to the shower, where we lovingly washed each other. We dried, dressed, and then went to the kitchen to drink some lemonade.

"Where will your professor be tonight?" Elizaveta asked after we sat down.

"She and Derek are in Chicago for a couple of days."

There was a knock at the door, and Elizaveta hopped up to answer it.

"Hi, Papa!" I heard her say.

"Hi, Princess. May I speak with Mike?"

"Sure! Come in."

They came back to the kitchen, and I got up and shook hands with Viktor.

"Is everything OK with the keys?" he asked.

"Yes. We tested the keys in the locks and Elizaveta and I each have a key, and we'll leave the spare with Clarissa. I'll give you her address and phone number in case there's an emergency."

"OK. I'm not sure which of the women actually came into the cottage, but that shouldn't be a concern in the future."

"Thank you."

"Is there anything you two need?"

"«Котёнок» (katyonak)?" I asked, looking to my wife. ("Kitten")

"No. Thanks, Papa!"

"Then I'll leave you two."

Viktor and I shook hands, Elizaveta kissed his cheek, and he left.

"I'm going to find out who it was and give them a piece of my mind!" Elizaveta said crossly.

"I think changing the locks was sufficient," I replied gently.

"And I don't! You told me I need to put my foot down, and I'm going to do it!"

"Just be mature in how you handle it, please."

Elizaveta smiled, "I will, but we do need our privacy."

"Yes, we do."

"What would you like to eat?"

"You!" I said with a lusty grin.

Elizaveta squealed, "I love it when you do that!"

"Me too! But that can wait until after dinner! Anything you want to make is fine. You've never made anything I didn't like."

"OK. Go put on some music or practice your guitar, and I'll make us a nice dinner."

"I thought we'd do it together."

Elizaveta screwed up her face, put her hands on her hips, and I knew the argument was useless. It was something we'd have to work out, but now was not the time to push.

"OK, OK," I chuckled, making light of the situation.

Her face softened, I gave her a gentle kiss, then went to the room that would eventually become a nursery and got my guitar and sheet music. I sifted through the paper and found each of the pieces we'd be playing with Code Blue when we got together sometime at the end of the Summer when José, Kim, and Sticks returned to campus. I was still concerned about the amount of time I would have available, but I was willing to give it a shot.

The first thing to do was to ensure I could play all the songs the band had decided to play. There were several songs which I didn't know, but for which I'd obtained the sheet music once Kim had created the playlist. I decided to start with Radio Ga Ga, a song I loved and was very familiar with, even though I'd never played it. I had purchased both the tabs and the sheet music, which also contained the lyrics, and decided that even though I knew the song really well, I should listen to it. I went over to the wooden entertainment center unit and turned on the stereo, then went to the future nursery where all of my albums were on shelves and found the Queen album, The Works, which had the song as its first track. I slowly lowered the tonearm, carefully positioning the needle to let the groove catch it.

As the song began, I sang along quietly, listening carefully to the instruments. When it finished, I lifted the tonearm and positioned it over the correct spot, picked up my guitar, lowered the tonearm, and tried to play along with Queen. It took three tries before I felt I understood how to play the song. After the third time through, I lifted the tonearm and put it on the support, then sat down on the couch and played through the song several times before Elizaveta called me to dinner.

The food was excellent — garlic chicken breast, wild rice, and steamed broccoli. I ate heartily, and when we finished, I simply took my dishes, silverware, and glass to the counter next to the sink, then took the dishtowel from the hook and waited. Elizaveta narrowed her eyes, but I tilted my head slightly and smirked. She gave an exasperated sigh but didn't make an issue of it. She began washing the dishes, setting them in a small rubber rack in the sink. I took each one in turn, dried it, and found where it belonged. Each time I put a dish, glass, or piece of silverware in its place, I kissed Elizaveta's cheek or neck.

"Hmm..." she said after the fifth kiss, "this might be OK."

"Told ya'!" I teased.

She stuck her tongue out at me, and I laughed, then we finished the dishes, with me continuing the kisses. When we were done, we left the house, locked the door behind us, and walked to my car for the drive to Anicka's house. When we arrived, I parked, we walked to the door, and I let us in with my key. Locking the door behind us, I took Elizaveta's hand and led her upstairs to the master bedroom and into the bathroom, where I had to struggle mightily not to laugh out loud at the candles lining the tile around the whirlpool and the note taped to the tile on the wall behind the tub — 'There is a bottle of wine in the fridge!'.

"Ooh, let's light the candles!" Elizaveta cooed.

"And the wine?"

"That's up to you, Mike. You are the one who wants to limit your drinking."

"This is a special occasion," I grinned. "I'll be right back."

"I'll light the candles!"

I went downstairs to the kitchen and got the bottle of white wine from the fridge, a corkscrew, and two glasses, then went back upstairs to find the candles lit and my wife naked.

"In a hurry?" I teased.

"Yes! How does this work?"

"Just close the drain, turn on the taps, and make the water as hot as you can stand. Then add some bubble bath. There are three — apple blossom, cherry blossom, and lavender."

Elizaveta started to turn but then turned back, "Tasha?"

"Yes," I replied, realizing that saying I knew the bubble bath scents was probably not the wisest move.

Elizaveta set about filling the tub while I opened the bottle of wine, poured two glasses, then undressed. I put the two glasses on the tile next to the tub, then helped Elizaveta climb in. I climbed in after her, sat down in the slowly rising lavender-scented suds, and helped her sit between my legs. She leaned back, I wrapped my arms around her, and she sighed.

"This is nice."

"Our tub is big enough to do this," I said, "just without the whirlpool."

"How does that work?"

"There's a button just to your right on the lip of the tub. When the water is about chest high, turn off the taps, then press that button."

"You know how to press MY buttons!" Elizaveta giggled.

"Like this?" I asked, moving one hand to her left breast and sliding a finger of my other hand between her legs.

"Oh, yeah," she sighed.

As the water filled the tub, I gently pleasured Elizaveta by tweaking her nipple, massaging her clit, and kissing her neck.

"You make me feel soooo good," she whispered huskily.

Elizaveta had a gentle orgasm just as the water and suds covered her breasts. When her orgasm had run its course, she leaned forward and shut off the taps, then pressed the button which started the whirlpool jets.

"Ooohhh!" she squeaked.

"Just relax and enjoy this," I said, beginning to pleasure her with my hands once again.

"What about you?"

"Later," I replied.

Elizaveta relaxed and simply enjoyed me pleasuring her. The orgasms were mostly gentle, but she had quite a few of them before I had her turn, sit in my lap, and put her legs behind my back. I helped her position herself and held her butt cheeks as she slowly lowered herself onto me, groaning as she enveloped me inch by inch.

"Oh, Mike," she moaned when my glans was lodged in the deepest depths of her hot, silky folds.

"Just move slowly," I said.

"You're going to fuck my brains out when we get out of this tub!" she growled.

And, after twenty minutes of lovemaking in the tub, that's exactly what I did.

June 4, 1985, McKinley, Ohio

"I think I made a commitment I can't keep," Elizaveta said as we lay in bed early on Tuesday morning.

"What's that?"

"Sleeping naked together. When I have my period, I need to wear panties to hold my pads. I don't want to use tampons because nothing should go in there except YOU until it's time for a baby to come out!"

I chuckled, "I appreciate the sentiment. And I wondered for the longest time how pads worked."

"I thought you said you saw the box on the back of the toilet at home."

"Do you think I was even going to consider touching the box?"

"Oh, give me a break!"

"Seriously, there was no chance I'd even touch the box! I did get over that, though, and actually bought pads for Clarissa at the end of one of my shifts at the Quick Mart."

"It's just a box! And it's just a period!"

"And I was just a clueless boy! I didn't REALLY learn about them until my Reproductive Physiology class Senior year at Taft. In eighth grade, they separated the boys and girls, and the boys got only a brief overview, which was, in effect, girls have periods, they last from four to seven days, and have to do with making it possible to get pregnant. End of story. How much did you learn about boys' bodies?"

Elizaveta laughed, "They have a penis, it goes in your vagina to make babies, and they ejaculate so you can get pregnant. There wasn't much more. It was mostly about our periods, basic birth control, and VD."

"Two days?"

"Yes. And segregated, as you said."

"Your period starts today?"

"Most likely, yes. That's why I had the really thin pad in my panties last night — just in case. I have other ones for when it actually comes."

"I don't think you're breaking a commitment so much as bowing to biology. And without those periods, we couldn't have babies!"

"True!"

"Shall we get up, say our morning prayers, and then run?"

"Make love to me first?"

That was an offer I wasn't going to refuse! About a half-hour later, we got out of bed, put on robes, and said our morning prayers in the icon corner of the living room. When we finished, we put on running clothes and headed out to run a course through the neighborhood that was about the same length as the one I ran on campus. When we returned to the cottage, we took a very enjoyable joint shower, dried off, dressed, and went to the kitchen so Elizaveta could make breakfast. She relented a bit, allowing me to put the toast in the toaster and get the butter and jam from the fridge, as well as pour orange juice for her and grapefruit juice for me.

I made a point of sharing kisses as we worked, which caused Elizaveta to smile. It seemed like a good strategy to convince her to allow me to help, so I decided I'd keep doing it. When we finished breakfast, we stripped the sheets off the bed, gathered the laundry, and walked to the main house with me carrying the laundry basket. We went to the laundry room, got the washer started with our first load, and then went to the kitchen, where Elizaveta's mom was drinking coffee.

"Good morning," I said. "I take it Viktor is at work?"

"Good morning. Yes. His schedule is variable, but usually, he's gone by 6:00am and home by 3:00pm."

"Mom," Elizaveta said, "we're going to open our gifts."

"I want to speak to you, please."

"About what?" Elizaveta asked.

"Alone, please."

Elizaveta shook her head, "Anything you need to say to me, Mike can hear. I'll tell him, anyway, no matter what."

"Mike, do you mind?" Yulia asked. "It's better if this is private."

"That's up to Elizaveta," I said resolutely.

Yulia frowned, "Never mind, then."

Elizaveta took my hand, and we went to the sitting room where all our gifts had been brought after the wedding reception.

"Let's start with the basket with the cards and gift envelopes," Elizaveta said.

"Do you have a notebook?" I asked.

"Shoot! I forgot. Let me go get one."

She left and was back three minutes later with a notebook and a pen.

"I was just thinking," she said. "Why don't we just carry everything to the cottage and deal with it there? It's all going there, anyway."

"Just say the word," I said.

"Let's do that."

It took six trips to safely carry everything, the last one under Yulia's watchful scowl.

"Your mom is NOT happy," I said as I set the last wrapped gift on the coffee table.

"I'm sure she wants to lecture me about being too independent or whatever she's going to call the fact that you and I need our privacy and need to run our household the way I see fit!"

I chuckled, "I notice how you slipped that in there, my sexy little «бабушка» (babushka)!"

"Mike, you only have two jobs — to be a good deacon and to get your medical licenses. I'll take care of everything else."

"I think you missed something," I teased.

"If you think that is a JOB, then we're going to have a big problem, husband!"

I chuckled, "You are SO easy to wind up!"

"You!" she exclaimed but then laughed softly. "Do you want coffee or tea?"

"Tea, please."

She put the kettle on to boil, and we sat down at the kitchen table with the basket of cards and gift envelopes.

"I forgot about something we need to do," I said. "And that's open a joint bank account. We can do that today to deposit the cash and checks I'm sure are in the basket. We need to go to the bank, anyway, to get the traveler's checks."

"What about my US Savings Bonds?"

"Just handle those however you have been. I'm not even sure how they work, well, beyond the bit they said in our 'Everyday Economics' class."

"They have what are called 'maturity' dates when you can exchange them for face value. Dad pays, I think, half the face value, and then when they reach maturity, I exchange them for two more of the same face value."

"Where do you keep them?"

"In my dad's safe."

"I'd just leave them there," I said. "I never asked, but how did you get your spending money?"

"An allowance. It wasn't huge, but it was enough to go out with my friends and buy the things I wanted. My parents bought my clothes and all the other usual stuff."

"What about gas for the car?"

"I filled it up at the gas station next to the dealership where the dealership gets all its gas. My dad has an account there. What about going to the BMV?"

"We can do that this afternoon, if you want."

"I'll have the first thing with my new name on it!"