Chapter 1: Wells. Nevada: where forbidden love is discovered and explored.
Chapter 2: The long, HARD trip home and all the fun to go along with it.
Chapter 3: The problems of being home and the torture of keeping secrets.
Please click my username to read the first 3 chapters of this story. As always, all involved are 18 years or older.
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Barbara
"Mmmmm," I moaned as I felt soft kisses pulling me gently out of dreamland. I opened my eyes to see the face of the most handsome man in the world hovering over me.
"Good mornin, sleepy head," Brian said softly.
I stretched. A long, very satisfying stretch. "What time is it?" I asked.
"Four thirty. Time to get up. Gotta get to the airport," he answered.
"Do we have to?" I protested. "Can't we just lie here and ..." I grabbed his morning boner, "... and play? Maybe we can be magically transported to Florida at a more godly hour."
"How about we get up, get to the airport, get to Florida, and play there?" he coaxed all sensible. I hate sensible.
"I'm in the here and now, sweetie," I purred. "Please. Please. Please. Just a quickie?" I begged, tugging on his woody.
Brian kissed me quickly, popped up and out of bed. "There's your quickie. Get your cute little ass up and get ready, woman."
I gave him the death stare. "WOMAN?"
"Damn right. You're my woman now. You gotta do what I say," he demanded.
Good thing he was joking. "Fine! But I'm gonna hate every minute of this, so-called," I made air quotes, "honeymoon, just to spite you." I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Exactly what I'd expect," he said and tossed a shirt in my face, then scratched his nose with his middle finger. Weird that he sometimes has an itch on his nose that he scratches only with his middle finger.
"Screw you," I shouted.
"Exactly what I expect as well," he smiled and batted his eyebrows.
Damn it. I couldn't win. I peeled the mattress off my back and sat up. I stretched again. "Who the hell invented four thirty in the morning?" I muttered to myself.
"Whoever it was, needs to die," Brian muttered back.
"No shit," I replied a bit shocked I made my comment loud enough to be heard.
I got up and padded across the room naked heading to the bathroom. Brian took notice and stared at me as I paraded in front of him. I love him staring at my naked body. As I reached the bathroom door, I turned to him, pulled one hand up to my mouth, my fingers in the shape of a V and licked the junction, the other hand tweaking a nipple.
I then turned, looked over my shoulder, and stretched to see my ass. I grabbed a handful and looked up at Brian. "You really think this is a cute, little ass?" Brian raised his eyebrows and smiled as I disappeared behind the door.
Brian
I've lived with this girl my entire life. We didn't need to leave until around six. I could've woken up at five fifty-five and been ready. Barb needed all the extra time I gave her, and we'd probably still leave late. I know my sister ... my wife ... all too well.
She took her time getting ready. Unlike most new husbands getting to know their new bride, I was already accustomed to my wife's morning routines. I had all my things packed and ready to go and by the door by five thirty. I continually reminded Barb to finish getting ready and finish packing. We were walking out to the car at six ten. (As I predicted.)
Mom was finding busy work in the kitchen when we were ready to leave. She hugged and kissed us, told us she loves us and gave us the motherly 'be careful and be safe' speech. Dad walked with us to the car and jumped in the driver's seat. I put our bags in the trunk and opened the door for Barb and slid in next to her in the back seat.
"To the airport, Belvedere," I commanded.
"Yes sir, Mr. Young sir," dad mocked in his best Bob Uecker voice. He failed miserably. Off he drove.
Barbara
Staying up half the night doing 'married' things was probably not the best idea the night before having to be on a plane at eight the next morning. I was tired. Luckily, I had the sweetest pillow sitting next to me on the plane. I spent most of the flight cuddled up to my husband, asleep. Each time I woke up and moved, he would stretch out the arm I was leaning on. He was clearly uncomfortable. Did he ever complain? Not my man. He simply shook out his arm, restored the blood flow, then pulled my head back down on his arm.
The plane landed, we picked up our bags and headed to ground transportation. We found a man holding a sign saying, 'Mr. and Mrs. Barbara Young, NEWLYWEDS". I elbowed Brian in the ribs and giggled. Good job, mom. We followed the driver outside to a gorgeous stretch limo. 'James' (no way that could be his real name) opened the door to let us in. When he jumped in the driver's seat, he turned on an intercom system and gave us a list of all the amenities, excluding any alcohol since we're underage. DAMN IT, DAD!
"How long to the resort," Brian asked.
"It'll be an hour and a half to two hours," James answered.
"Did you read the sign you were holding, James?" Brian asked in a joking way.
"Yes sir, Mr. Young," James nodded and smiled knowingly. This obviously wasn't his first rodeo. "Would you like me to raise the privacy partition?
"Unless you wanna watch," I blurted and giggled.
"Careful little missy," he replied. "You'd be shocked at what I've witnessed."
"Sounds kinky and fun," I said looking at Brian. He was scowling. "WHAT?" I asked as if I didn't know.