Chapter 2

"Who was that?" Laura questioned, hardly looking up from her canvas as her young, angularly built husband returned from answering the telephone.

"That, my love, was the sexy Eve Novack," Kevin replied, squatting onto the stool before his work as he picked up his palette. "She requests that I please come over in the morning for sketches."

"What did you say?"

"That I would," he answered, leaning back to perspectively observe his reproduction of the President, which was due to appear on a news magazine cover in two weeks. There was still something wrong.

"What did she say about yesterday?" Laura asked, the fact that he'd agreed to go tomorrow for a sketch-setting irked her. She didn't like the girl... no, that was not it at all! She didn't trust her! And why should she, with a reputation such as she had... ?

"That she was sorry. I told you, doll, she was sorry about that. Her maid was very apologetic. Miss Novack was ill but thought she could set anyway... etcetra... etcetra."

"Hmmmmm... maybe. I would be more inclined to think she was suffering from a hangover."

"Oh, for Chris' sake, Laura," her twenty-five year old husband edgily responded. "That's certainly a catty viewpoint."

"Maybe it is... but I'd almost bet that I'm closer to it than you are, darling," the young, extremely attractive girl in her paint-splotched smock lightly added. "Eve Novack is a cold and calculating bitch."

"What... ? Wow! Hearing that come out of your gentle lips, baby, is like napalm!" Kevin said, gaping over at his curvaceous young wife whose beautiful black eyes never stopped setting him afire. "Y-You don't usually toss out opinions like that. What's the bit?"

"No bit, Kevin... just observant facts," Laura replied, trying very much to maintain a light tone, while inside, she was churning; yet she wasn't quite sure why. Outside of the fact that she loved her handsome new husband with a passion... but a particular passion of her own... and that the likes of Eve Novack claiming his privacy for even a minute... damn, she wasn't quite sure what she meant...

"Well, I'll give her a couple of hours... maybe three," Kevin Garrett informed, pleasurefully sensing what he thought might be a strain of jealousy in his luscious, twenty-two year old wife of six month's, voice. Christ, maybe that was what they needed, she climbing onto a jealous kick! They needed something, all right, before it all drizzled away like soiled water... never dirtied and only barely used... !

"So, you're going tomorrow, is that it?" Laura pressed, unable to shake her feelings.

"Yes, in the morning... close to noon. Miss Novack doesn't get up until then," he replied, remembering the husky lilt of her voice and the way she'd made him promise he would be there... "Look, darling, if I'm not up... but I will be... you come right in and slap me on the bottom! Everyone should be awake and at their thing by noon... shouldn't they?"

"Why... why yes, I guess they should! I'll be there."

"Wonderful! I'm looking forward to it so much, Kevin! And it should be fun for us... I mean, it doesn't have to be a drag, does it... ?"

"No... no, of course not! I-It should be fun."

"I'll be waiting, dear... and I just know we're going to have a wonderful time... !"

Christ, he couldn't work! The canvas before him had lost all perspective. His cock was actually stirring inside his pants! Her goddamned voice... that's what it was, her voice! If only Laura... ? Maybe, if he began now... it was early enough to work into it... slowly, methodically, gradually sweeping over her and breaking down some of those barriers... ! Damnit, he had to keep trying! She was his wife and he loved her! There really could never be anyone else... could there... ?

"What say to a little wine for a pick-up, baby?" he questioned, smiling over at her beautiful, young face, the very face which had turned his whole world upside down. God, he loved her so much, and he knew she returned his feelings. It wasn't that; she just couldn't help herself, and invariably froze right up if he mentioned consulting professional help. "Don't be ridiculous, Kevin! Why should l? Lord, what do you want... a wife or just a plain slut?" Goddamn, sometimes he wondered, "Well... you didn't answer, baby... ?" he pressed, smiling over at her.

"So early, darling?" Laura responded, intuitively reading his thoughts, her own subconscious countering like strategically placed men on a chess board. "Well... I have a little headache... but I'll join you if you want."

Oh no! A little headache! It was too early for a big headache, a sick headache, or a migraine which could totally incapacitate her if necessary! He bit his tongue and got to his feet again, determined not to give up. He went over to her and bent down. Warmly, she raised her lips to meet his in a gentle, lingering kiss. Then, he flicked his eyes onto the seascape she was painting. They were her best, still amateurish in many respects, but with much promise. Her work hung in several, local galleries, the sales though limited, very much pleasing her as well as him. After all, she had majored in music with teaching intentions, but their whirlwind courtship during her last semester at UCLA where he had been doing some art teaching followed by a spur of the moment marriage, had ended all of that.

"Well, what do you think, Professor?" she asked, leaning back and cutely tilting her pretty head with its long, raven hair tumbling around her shoulders and ovalling her perfectly featured face.

"Right on, Mrs. Garrett! No one, and I mean no one, has a more natural touch for sea than you," he sincerely answered. "You keep this up and you'll be supporting me."

She looked up at him, pleased, the tiny lights in her large onyx-eyes reflecting that pleasure. "Hmmmmm," she murmured, her lushly glossed lips curved in smile. "Flattery might just get you everywhere, darling. I- I'll take a little sherry... and why don't you bring in the decanter."

Kevin grinned, a flush of promising arousal washing through him. He straightened. "I'll do just that, my proud beauty," he said, jauntily sweeping off toward their liquor cabinet.

Laura watched him, an emotion of deep-felt love filling her almost to the bursting point. She would try in bed... yes, and harder than ever tonight! She would... but only because it seemed to mean so much to him... and God, he was her whole life! She'd die without him... she truly would!

Oh God, why did you have to make the animal part of us?

She just couldn't help it. Love to her was warm kisses and gentle caresses, sharing, and caring for one another... and marriage a beautiful, never-ending companionship... but how much more enchanting it would be without the degrading rigors of sex! Yet, other women, she realized, reveled in that one aspect of marriage, in fact it was the most important part of the union to them! How many of her girl friends, even way back in high school with no thought of marriage in mind were "putting- out," as they'd referred to it in bragging whispers? And how disgustingly sick their sinful promiscuity had always made her!

Laura had already, even at that age, resigned herself to the fact that she was different. Why, she had refused to question, and it wasn't really until after she'd met Kevin that she had sat down and truly tried to analyze herself. She was normal enough in every other respect, certainly not unattractive or unintelligent, and with physical endowments she well knew to be sensuously inviting to her many dates... in fact, too inviting! But just the mere thought of giving up her virginity to some lust-inflamed male in the back seat of his car had been enough to stop seeing any of them from the moment they tried to touch her.

Oh yes, Kevin had made his stabs at it too, but with him it had been different from the beginning. It was a month before he'd tried the first time, and by then she had been too in love with him to do anymore than frustratedly cry in his arms... and he'd stopped. "All right, darling, we'll wait until our wedding night... and you know something? I think I love you more because of it... !" That's what he'd whispered to her, while he tenderly held her and kissed her, and she blurted out to him the whole story of her wealthy parents and her life with them in San Francisco. It was that very night when she first actually realized the lonely shell her adulterous mother and father with all of their luxury had forced her, an only child, to withdraw into, in an attempt to deafen her ears and blind her young eyes to what they were doing.

If they hadn't been the whole cause for her repugnance toward sex, they had certainly been a prime factor in its growth. Yet, as Kevin had said, she was a normal, healthy girl, and surely her reluctance, or loathing, whatever she wanted to call it, would pass once they were married an d she was gently introduced to the intoxicating rapture of physical love-making. And she had believed him because she wanted to... because she loved him... and at any rate, resigning herself to the fact that it was going to be her wifely duty, her one hope being that she would get pregnant immediately... But of course, she hadn't... nor had there been any intoxicating rapture the first time he'd shoved his thing between her shamefully spread legs, lying there nakedly exposed beneath him, her tight young vaginal opening being forcibly stretched in unbelievable, tormentive pain by his hugely throbbing penis head.

God, how she'd hated him at that moment, suspended above her helpless, virginal body, both of them in their obscene nakedness, the warm kisses and tender caresses which had led to it forgotten as he tried to worm the thick, rubbery head of his brutal organ into the tiny defenseless mouth of her never-before entered vagina...

"Ooohhh! Oh God, Kevin, stop! Please don't! Y-You can't! You're hurting me terribly... !" she'd wincingly cried out, squirming and cringing beneath his animalish act, but more than all else, stunned when he hadn't paid any attention to her and didn't pull the wicked thing back out of her!

"There, baby, there... just relax... relax, darling! Don't try to fight me... it'll only hurt for a minute or so, and then you'll see!" he'd lustfully gasped, his hot, wet mouth dropping down onto hers as she'd felt him flick his hips, the huge rod of hardened flesh worming up into and splitting wide her vaginal walls with an excruciating wrack of agony that seconds later, when she had caught her breath, raised a shriek from her throat! Something up inside her had popped and she knew he had ripped her there!

"Oh... ooohhh! God, Kevin! You've torn me! Take it out, please I tell you! Stop! Take it out... !"

But he hadn't. Instead, he'd been like some sort of wild beast she had never known before, hanging there above her unmoving, his hot breaths panting down into her face and against the sensitive flesh of her naked breasts, the desire-swollen tip of his heavily hardened penis throbbing inside the painfully stretched mouth of her soft, curl-fringed vagina as if it were some separate entity and no part of him.

"Shhhhh... baby... there... you see... I told you it'd be all right in a minute... , !" he'd gasped down at her. "It doesn't hurt now, does it? Isn't it beginning to feel better? You see, I'm not moving, darling... I love you, honey... I don't want to hurt you... !"

But he had. He had hurt her so she could hardly walk the next day! Worming the inhuman thing into her inch by inch each time she thought it was totally and obscenely thrust to its entirety up into her, until she could feel it heatedly pulsating in her very recoiling belly, the gradually subsiding pain more intensely resumed with his every flicking move! And then, he'd begun the debasing in-and-out sawing and she'd closed her eyes so that at least she wouldn't have to watch the animalish gestures of his disgusting act, thankful for the profuse flow of vaginal fluids inside her that was making it bearable without totally losing her mind.

And then, suddenly, he had clutched more violently at the mounds of her naked breasts, his hips and buttocks beginning to work faster between her legs, driving his huge, raging hardness up into her soft, unprotected belly like some sort of wild animal, until she thought she could feel it ripping right on through her stomach and all the way up between her sensitively swollen breasts.

He was almost mauling her in his savagely moving hands!

"Christ, Laura baby, spread your legs wider... move your ass! Fuck it up at me, for God's sake! Fuck it up at me, baby!" he'd obscenely spewed down at her, abruptly dropping his lean, hard body heavily onto hers, his hips and buttocks pumping like a madman to make his deeply impaling cock massage the smooth wet walls of her vagina with a spellbinding sensation of delight that momentarily raised little uncontrollable whimpers into her throat! "Christ! I'm cumming, Laura... ! I'm cummmiunnnggg... !"

Now, as she remembered, for that very first night of their honeymoon would always be vividly etched in her brain, there had been pain, but at that moment, of an entirely different variety... almost pleasureful... ! It was all of the other things which had drowned that brief instant. His total disregard for her when she'd begged him to stop... his use of filthy, four-letter words which sickened her... his unhidable animalism when his orgasm took complete control over him!