Death Of Innocence

Warning: This has some consensual sex between two 15 year olds in the next couple chapters.


Part 10


Age 15 Years 9 Months

As Jack and Samantha drove away from the church, they held hands, her left hand in Jack's right. When they stopped at a stop sign, they paused and kissed, until a car honked loudly behind them. Studying Jack, Samantha smiled at her new husband and hoped that somehow her mother had seen her wedding and would have approved. She imagined her mother would have loved Jack every bit as much as she did.

"Samantha," Jack said worriedly.

"Hhhm?"

"There was a slight mix-up with hotels," Jack confessed. When he finished telling her about the For Seasons Motel vs the Four Seasons, Samantha laughed. Feeling relieved, he asked, "So you're not disappointed?"

"As long as we're together, that's all I care about. Besides, I plan to spend my time looking at my handsome husband, not the accommodations."

When they pulled up in front of the motel, Jack parked in front of their room and opened the door for Samantha. Offering her his arm, they walked towards the restaurant. Silently he hoped that it wouldn't be too disastrous. Despite the fact there was only the two of them, Jack had ordered a reception with all the trimmings for Samantha. The day had to be perfect for his Samantha. As it was the motel was a far cry from the luxurious suite he'd envisioned and he didn't want his plans to unravel further. Before entering the restaurant, the couple paused and kissed.

Opening the door the pair entered and were greeted with great enthusiasm by a middle aged couple.. The man cried out with a heavy accent, "Is the newlyweds!"

Jack and Samantha's eyes went wide as the couple swept them each into a hug and kissed them on both cheeks. Uncertainly they accepted the greetings of their hosts and looked at one another. Although the staff was very enthusiastic, Jack had a sinking feeling that the reception, much like the accommodations wasn't going to be quite what he'd planned.

The woman grabbed Jack's chin and announced, "Very handsome." Moving to Sam, she placed her hands on either side of her face, "And so pretty! They will make beautiful babies won't they Konstantine?"

Before the man had a chance to answer his wife, she ambled on happily, "But where are my manners. Let us take you to table we have prepared."

Jack and Samantha continued to look at each other as their hosts lead them through the restaurant. There were only a few patrons dining as they were lead to a table. All of the tables had plain white cloths on them, except for the heavily embroidered cloth that adorned the table they found themselves seated at.

"Sit and relax," Konstantine told them. "Sofia and I will bring your wedding feast. You'll like, yes?"

When their hosts disappeared, Jack apologized, "Oh Samantha I'm so sorry. I wanted our wedding day to be perfect for you."

Before she could respond, Sofia and Konstantine returned to the table with several young men behind them. Konstantine was bearing a large platter with what appeared to be a turkey on it. As dishes were placed on their table, Jack and Samantha sat mutely watching.

Their host placed the turkey on the table with a flourish, "For Giving Thanks wedding."

Looking at their anxious expressions, Samantha smiled and squeezed Jack's hand under the table. However strange, the dinner had a great deal of consideration and effort put into it. The younger men who had followed the couple who appeared to be their parents moved to a small stage and began to tune a couple baglamas and a lyra as one sat down at an ancient upright piano. As a soft Greek folk song filled the air, Jack and Samantha were touched by the amount of work their host and hostess had put into the evening.

Jack smiled and told them, "Thank you so much. Everything looks wonderful. My bride and I appreciate."

"You like?" Sofia pressed happily.

"Everything is perfect," Samantha answered truthfully.

"Good. Now eat! We'll be back to check on you. Later you have cake and dance," Sofia ordered and lead her husband away.

Picking up the carving knife, Jack inquired teasingly, "May I serve my bride some festive wedding turkey?"

After they had served themselves from the variety of dishes, the pair ate slowly often pausing to kiss. Sofia and Konstantine frequently stopped at the table to smile and fawn over them. Despite it's unusual nature, the Thanksgiving feast with Mediterranean flair was quite good. Midway through more people arrived at the restaurant who were friends and relations of their hosts. Jack whispered in Samantha's ear then and she nodded, pleased with his suggestion.

Approaching their hosts, Jack declared, "As my bride and I have no family, we would be honored if you and your family would join us in celebrating."

Sofia and Konstantine embraced Jack and grabbed Sam and embraced her as well. As tables were pushed around the bridal table, Sofia insisted, "You must call us Mamma and Poppa like everyone else then."

Jack and Samantha sat back down as more dishes came out from the kitchen and everyone was served. Although alcohol wasn't served to Jack and Samantha, the other guests toasted them enthusiastically. A towering cake was brought out with fresh roses adorning it and Jack smiled at Samantha's reaction. She had mentioned a traditional wedding cake wistfully and Jack had attempted to arrange on, but in light of all the mix-ups he was doubly thrilled this important request had been fulfilled.

"Jack!" Samantha cried in delight. "I can't believe you did this!"

As she pressed an enthusiastic kiss to her husband, their adopted family cheered and several men offered suggestions which left them blushing. Sofia sternly ordered them to behave that they were embarrassing the young ones. Once Jack and Samantha cut the cake, they fed one another neatly and tenderly. Surrendering the cake knife to their hostess, she cut and served everyone.

"Now you must dance," Konstantine declared. "What is your song and my boys will play for you?"

Looking at Jack, Samantha responded, "We don't really have a song."

"Play nice American love song for them," he ordered his sons.

As the band began to play, Jack lead Samantha to the small area that was intended for dancing. They laughed slightly as they began their first dance to the very strange rendition of Can't Help Falling In Love. Neither of them were particularly Elvis fans, but the heartfelt performance with Greek flair was unique and touching.

"Even though things haven't gone the way you planned, I've loved every moment of today. I love you so much Jack," Samantha murmured as he held her closely.

Pressing his lips to hers, he replied, "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For loving me. For liking today. For being you."

Samantha gazed into her husband's eyes which had tears dancing precariously in them and found her own eyes misting. Never had she felt so happy or loved as she did with Jack and becoming his wife she knew they would be together always. Secretly she was rather glad about the mix-up with their accommodations. Their hosts had made their day seem more traditional and like they had a family than the fancy hotel would have.

As the evening progressed, the couple had a sense of nervous anticipation as it came closer to time to leave and go to their room. The minister had taken Jack aside before the ceremony and given him a talk that left Jack feeling rather confused. Reverend Franklin spoke at length on sins of the flesh and what a considerate Christian husband should do. None of what he said was what had been in the Kama Sutra book that was in the attic and Jack felt a little uncertain as to which was correct.

Samantha was excited, when Jack had touched her breasts while they kissed it felt so good and now they were married, they would make love. As nice as her dreams of Jack had been and the fluttery feeling she'd had when she caught him touching himself that one time, she could only imagine how nice sex would be. Pressing her mouth to his she kissed him the way she normally did in private. Arousal was singing in Samantha's veins as she clung to her husband.

Amid many good wishes, the couple finally took their leave. Slowly they walked towards their room, stopping to kiss and embrace one another. At last they reached the bridal suite and unlocked the door. Carefully, Jack picked Samantha up and carried her over the threshold...






Part 11

Age 15 Years 9 Months

Shyly Samantha asked Jack to help her with the buttons on the back of her gown. When she dressed at the salon, a member of the staff helped her. Jack's hands trembled slightly as he obliged. Slowly Samantha turned around and stepped out of her dress, she'd worn far more revealing skirts in front of Jack than the frothy petticoat and the delicate bustier showed less skin than if she wore a swimsuit at the beach; but she flushed under her new husband's gaze. Then she remembered seeing Jack naked and blushed harder.

Jack stripped his coat off and hung it up neatly, unsure how to proceed. Then he offered to hang Samantha's gown up and carefully hung it up. After peeling off his vest he cast a glance at Sam and moved to kiss her gently. Their kiss deepened and her hands went to the buttons on his shirt. Cautiously Jack traced a fingertip along the edge of the bustier, following the contour of her breasts. Once Jack's shirt was removed, Samantha slid her hands over his bare back and held him close for reassurance.

Finding the courage to go further, she stepped out of her petticoat and stood in her underwear and stockings. Jack pulled his pants off slowly and stood in his crisp white boxers. He really wanted to light some candles, but the Reverend said it was sinful to engage in acts of lust with the lights on and that it would embarrass his bride. Reluctantly, Jack turned the lights off as Samantha slid into bed. Then moved in beside her.

Their lips met in a kiss and they wrapped their arms around each other as they had so often in the attic, but never with so little clothing between them. Jack's hand brushed the clasp of Samantha's bustier and he hesitated. Before the wedding Reverend Franklin told him that marital relations shouldn't be carried out with anymore clothing removed than necessary; but surely God would forgive Jack this once. Decision made, Jack slowly unfastened the garment and pushed it from the bed.

Samantha felt slightly embarrassed as Jack removed the covering, but rapidly forgot the feeling as his hands gently cupped her bare flesh for the first time ever. For a moment Jack kissed her, then his mouth moved to her breasts and the sensation made Samantha moan. This was even nicer than kissing, she thought dreamily. When his mouth moved back to hers, Jack ran his hand over her stomach and skimmed over her panties. The intensity of the sensation it roused made her gasp in wonder.

"Are you all right?" he asked worriedly.

"Y-yes," Samantha stammered. She was better than all right she felt wonderful.

Jack slid one finger inside her panties, his breath coming in pants. Touching Samantha was even nicer than he dreamed. When he caressed inside her panties, she quickly went to remove them. He wished there were some candles lit so he could see her, but he didn't want to be a bad husband on his first night of marriage.

"I love you, Jack," Samantha murmured happily.

"And I love you-" Jack trailed off in a groan as Samantha reached inside his boxers and touched him.

"Jack?"

"Yes?"

"Sofia said there were some candles in here, could we light one, I want to see you."

Jack slid out of bed and Samantha sat up and started to slide off her garter belt and stockings. Although the Minister had told him such shameful things should only take place in the dark of night, Jack couldn't refuse Samantha. God had to understand that his first loyalty would always be his Samantha. Striking a match, Jack lit a candle on the bedside table and looked shyly at his bride in the dim light.

"Take your shorts off," Samantha told him and watched as he did.

Climbing back into bed, Jack pressed a kiss to Samantha's lips and massaged her tongue with his. The sensation of skin on skin was new and pleasurable as they explored one another. This time Jack could look at Samantha's breasts as he touched them and see the look on her face. As he touched her, he studied the nuances of her expression as he discovered what his bride liked best.

Shifting slightly, Jack moved on top of Samantha, but didn't enter her. Their mouths met in an intense kiss and Jack savored the feeling of heat rising from between her thighs. Sam moved her hands over Jack's back and wrapped her legs around him to hold him closer. As they kissed, the feeling of his hardness pressed against her felt amazing and she wanted to go further. Every touch felt so good and it would feel even better in another moment.

"Jack," Samantha urged him.

Slowly he pushed inside her. As he did, Jack's eyes went wide with wonder at the tight wet feeling, he'd never felt anything so heavenly. At the same time, Samantha's eyes went wide with bewilderment and pain. This wasn't even close to what she was expecting.

Seeing the expression on her face, Jack stopped immediately, "Samantha what's wrong?"

"You're hurting me," she informed him. Then demanded, "Get off of me!"

Immediately Jack pulled away in concern and went to hold her, "Samantha I never meant-"

"If this is what everyone talks about, either they're all crazy or you aren't doing it right. You hurt me!" Samantha snapped and burst into tears.

Helplessly, Jack looked around in the dim light for a box of tissues. Unable to find them he snapped on the light to look for them. Samantha gasped and Jack looked at her, moving closer he saw a small smear of blood on her thighs and the bed. Drawing back, he nearly fainted in horror. Not only had he hurt his bride on their wedding night, he'd drawn blood.

"Samantha, I didn't mean to hurt you. I would never-"

"Well you did hurt me! I wish I'd never married you! I don't want to even look at you. Either you sleep in the car or I will, but I won't sleep in the same bed with you! I hate you!" she cried.

Fighting back tears, Jack felt terrible. Instead of marriage binding Samantha to him forever, it drove her away in less than one day. Maybe she would forgive him someday, he had to try and prove to her he hadn't meant to hurt her. Samantha meant everything to him. Skipping his underwear, as he jerked his pants on, a bit of her blood was staring up accusingly at him from his manhood.

"I-I'll sleep in the car. Would you at least allow me to bring so tea for you?" he begged. Even as he begged, he hated himself for sounding so desperate, but he simply couldn't lose his Samantha. Maybe she would reconsider if he promised never to touch her again. He would be content simply to hold her and kiss her as long as she would smile at him and love him again.

"Whatever," Samantha sobbed and stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

Inside the bathroom, Samantha sat on the edge of the tub and wept. Jack's kisses had felt so nice and then he hurt her. After all his promises to love and protect her, he not only hurt her but on their wedding night no less! Everything had been so beautiful until that moment, what had gone wrong? Had they done it wrong? This wasn't even close to how she'd imagined tonight, Samantha thought as hot and bitter tears fell.

Jack finished dressing, every sob and word from Samantha a knife to his heart. Mother and the Senator were right, he was worthless. Why had he ever thought he could possibly be good enough for Samantha? The only real friend he'd ever had, now hated him and couldn't stand to be in the same room with him. How could he make her understand how sorry he was? Never in a million years would have hurt his Samantha intentionally, he didn't know what happened. There was nothing like this in Kama Sutra.

Inside the restaurant, Sofia and Konstantine's sons were cleaning up and most of the family had left as Konstantine reminisced. "Ah you remember our wedding night Sofia. The most magical night."

Laughing at her husband, she told him, "You are getting old. The night after was magical, our wedding night not so much. I hope young honeymooners find happiness, they seem very young."

"Is America, Americans have relations young. I doubt this is their first night together Sofia."

Kissing her husband lightly, she teased, "Shows what you know you old fool, those two are more innocent than we were. I do hope someone talked with them, they said they had no parents."

Just then, Jack entered the restaurant looking pale and unhappy. In a lifeless voice he inquired, "Would it be possible to get a cup of tea for my- for my wife?"

Sofia and Konstantine looked from the stricken groom to one another, something was very definitely wrong between their honeymooners.

"Certainly," Sofia told him and called back to the kitchen for one of her sons to put the kettle on.

Eyes downcast and fighting tears, Jack thanked her and swallowed convulsively.

Moving towards him, Sofia put an arm around him and said, "You know since you have no family, you can come to Mamma and Poppa. There is troubles?"

Samantha's words echoing in his head alongside of self-recrimination, Jack lost his control and started to sob onto her shoulder, "Samantha hates me."

"No she doesn't," Sofia soothed.

"Yes she does, she told me she does! Everything was fine, then I hurt her. I didn't mean to! I never would hurt my Samantha! I don't understand. We did everything the book said to and now she can't even stand to look at me!" Jack cried. Then he stopped and said with sad realization, "Everything my parents ever said about me was true. I am a worthless monster that should have never been born."

Anger flared in Sofia at Jack's parents and she wished she could give them a piece of her mind for hurting this sweet boy. Looking at Konstantine, she communicated her intentions and he moved towards Jack.

"Since you are married man, I think you are old enough to have drink and we have men talk," Konstantine told him and put and arm around Jack's shoulders.

Jack let the older man lead him to the bar as Sofia announced, "I'll take the tea to your wife. She and I need to have some woman talk."

As Sofia left with tea, Jack sipped the amber liquid Konstantine put in front of him. It burned as it went down his throat and tasted terrible, but Jack drank valiantly, not wishing to be rude. A couple of Konstantine's sons tried to join them, but their father ordered them away. While Sofia spoke to Samantha, he would speak to Jack and hopefully mend the row between the newlyweds. Although Konstantine wasn't accustomed to discussing such things with strangers, the young man seemed very innocent and very miserable. Gently he requested Jack tell him what had transpired.

Sofia knocked on the door and was greeted with, "Leave it outside the door. I don't want to see you Jack!"

"It's Sofia."

The door opened and a red eyed Samantha answered wearing a robe, "Come in."

"I bring you tea. Jack seemed to be concerned about you."

"I'm fine, no thanks to him," Samantha snapped. Embarrassed, she confessed, "I ruined your sheets, but Jack will pay for it."

Sofia's eyes flicked to the bed and the small bloodstain told her everything she needed to know. Gently she suggested, "Let's sit down and have girl talk."

Samantha didn't feel much like talking, but didn't wish to be rude so she sat.

"Samantha, did your mother ever talk to you about men and women?"

Shaking her head, she answered, "No, but I read a book."

"Books are good. Books are very good, but books are not a Mamma. Yes?" Not giving her a chance to respond, Sofia pressed onwards. "Since you don't have a mother and I have always wanted a daughter, you will be my Daughter for while you stay. Now why don't you tell Mamma, what the trouble is, you have the sad eyes."

Her lower lip quivered and she began to cry again. Sofia pulled her into her arms and rocked her slightly, murmuring soothingly. When Samantha's crying subsided, Sofia confided, "You know, my wedding night with Konstantine I felt like crying to. But my Mother had talked to me as I am about to talk to you. First time for woman is not like it is for man, becoming woman can be uncomfortable. But after first time it becomes very nice if you love your husband and he is good man."

Looking at her in slight disbelief, Sam asked, "So he didn't do it wrong? But Sofia he hurt me!"

Thoughtfully, Sofia inquired, "What did he say when he hurt you?"

"He stopped and then told me he was sorry."

"Did he now? I don't think Jack would ever intentionally hurt you. He seemed quite devastated, what happened?"

"I- I told him I hated him," Samantha sobbed.

"And do you?"

"No, I just felt disappointed and hurt," she admitted, her lower lip trembling.

"Here's what I want you to do, you get into the tub and put on a nightgown. When you come out I will have sheets changed. Don't worries about them, they will wash. Then talk to your husband. Next time you try loving it will be nicer."

Samantha agreed and did as Sofia suggested. Efficiently Sofia got clean sheets and changed them, the fewer reminders for the young couple the better. Perhaps she would pack a picnic for them and send them to that nice spot where the wild roses bloomed outside of town. Nice and romantic, it was just what the couple needed, Sofia decided. She returned to the restaurant, just as Konstantine finished his talk with Jack.

"... so you see, is normal. Your wife will like in time."

"Still doesn't seem fair," Jack told him.

Silently, Sofia agreed, then said aloud, "Tomorrow you will take your bride on romantic picnic. I shall pack it for you and give you map to nice place with wild roses."

Jack brightened , "Samantha loves roses." Then his face fell slightly, "But I'm not sure she'll go with me."

"She will. Now go back to your room, I believe Samantha will want to speak with you."

Jack walked out of the restaurant and towards the bridal suite...






Part 12

Age 15 Years 9 Months

Outside the door of the bridal suite, Jack hesitated and then knocked. Although Sam had said she didn't want to see him, he wanted to apologize again and see if she needed anything before he went to sleep in the car. Maybe if she wasn't quite so mad, he would ask her if she would consider going on the picnic Sofia was organizing for them tomorrow. Despite Sofia telling Jack that Samantha wanted to speak to him, he rather doubted she was correct. Even though Jack had listened thoroughly to Konstantine's explanation of what happened, he wasn't sure Samantha would see it that way.

The door opened and Samantha looked at Jack. His expression looked so sad and defeated that her heart ached. Earlier she had promised to love and comfort him for all her life and in less than one day she betrayed that vow. All the hateful things she told him, echoed through her mind and she remembered how he tried to apologize to her. Jack had promised to always take care of her and in her heart of hearts she knew he would never intentionally hurt her.

"Samantha, I-"

"Oh Jack!" Samantha cried out interrupting him.

Flinging herself in his arms, she nearly knocked him over. A moment later they were in the room sitting on the end of the bed. As they held one another, they both sobbed apologies to each other. Each desperate to make the other understand how much they regretted their actions. Amid the tears, they each promised to try harder.

"The book didn't say it would hurt you, I never would have-"

"But I wanted to and I didn't know either. Sofia says I'll like it next time."

"Please don't hate me," Jack pleaded.

Planting kisses on his face, Samantha assured him, "Never. I love you. Forgive me for doubting you. I know you would die before ever hurting me on purpose."

"Just please don't stop loving me Samantha," Jack begged. "We don't have to ever do that again I promise. I'll be happy if you just let me hold you and kiss you."

Smiling shyly, Samantha replied, "Sofia assures me that it's better the second time. Maybe we could try it again some time. I- I really liked the way it felt up until when it hurt and Sofia told me it's like that and better after the first time."

"Sometime," Jack responded non-commitally. After tonight's disaster he was in no hurry to try that again. Samantha was talking to him and still loved him, there was no way he was going to do anything to jeopardize that.

"Earlier, we promised to treat each other with love, patience and understanding. Tonight I didn't do that and didn't give you a chance to. I love you, can you forgive me for being mean earlier?"

"There's nothing to forgive," Jack told her.

Their lips met in a kiss, which he pulled away from after only a moment. Samantha sighed, realizing tonight's set back was going to take some work to undo. After assuring Jack she wanted him to stay he got out pajamas and went into the bathroom to put them on. Part of her wanted to try and get him to try lovemaking again tonight, but she was still a little sore and with Jack pulling back from a kiss it was unlikely she could persuade him.

When Jack came out of the bathroom, he mentioned hesitantly, "Sofia wanted to make up a picnic for us and a map to a nice spot where there are wild roses."

"I'd love it!" Samantha exclaimed. "Do you want to go?"

Her enthusiasm relaxed Jack slightly and he smiled, "Very much. I've never been on a picnic."

Climbing into bed, Samantha waited for Jack to climb in beside her. Wrapping her arms around him, she whispered softly, "I would love to go with you. I love you so much Jack."

Still a little tense, but slightly happier Jack kissed her goodnight. For several hours the pair lay awake holding each other and listening to one another breathing in the darkness.

In the morning, they were awoken by a knock at the door, Jack got up and answered. Sofia came in with a breakfast tray for them and handed Jack a piece of paper, "Here is the map. Have your breakfast and get dressed. Stop at restaurant in half and plus an hour and I give you picnic. Romantic for honeymooners, yes?"

"Thank you," Jack told her as she left. He didn't feel much like a honeymooner, but Samantha gave him a happy smile and his mood instantly lifted. Joining her on the bed he accepted a bite of toast she held up to him.

"Do you think the roses will still be blooming?"

"It's kind of late in the year, but the climate here is warmer than back in Ohio, so maybe," Jack answered. "What does one do on a picnic exactly?"

"You walk, you eat, you talk. Nothing you won't be able to handle," Samantha teased.

Jack sat the tray on a table near the door, when Samantha beckoned him over to the bed.

"What?"

"My husband hasn't kissed me yet today," Samantha pretended to pout.

"That scoundrel!" Jack laughed and moved to kiss her.

Leaning over the bed, he kissed her and lost his balance as her arms wrapped around him and pulled him down on top of her.

"Jack," Samantha moaned slightly.

Instantly, Jack pulled back and mumbled that he needed to get dressed. Samantha got in her bag and looked for something to wear. Normally she would wear jeans on a picnic, but today she chose a dress and a pair of flat sandals. Her husband might be playing hard to get, but Samantha was determined to try sex again and work past last night's unpleasantness one way or another.

After they were dressed and it was time to pick up their picnic, Samantha followed Sofia into the kitchen while Jack was loading the basket. "Sofia? What do I do if he doesn't want to try uh, you know what again?"

Sofia laughed, "Ah, you asked and he refused? Just take your dress off after lunch and I think it will be happy."

Shooting the older woman a look of disbelief, Samantha walked out the car where Jack was holding her door. After he started the car, she slid close to him and waited for him to put his arm around her. For several moments he sat stiffly trying not to hold her close, then slowly held her like he had before as she curled around him. They drove following the map out of town until they reached their destination.

"Sofia said we'll have to walk the rest of the way, shall I get the basket?" Jack asked.

Samantha nodded and offered to carry the enormous blanket which was perched awkwardly on top of the large hamper. When Jack inquired if such large blankets were customary for a picnic, Samantha said nothing. She had a pretty good idea of why Sofia sent such a large blanket and didn't want to alert Jack to her plans. Walking along they followed a wide dirt path that wove between trees until they came at last to a small clearing.

"Jack!" Samantha gasped with pleasure at the fairytale scene.

Large trees hung with beards of Spanish Moss shaded the clearing. A small pond sparkled in the sunlight surrounded by lush green grass. Throughout the clearing a tangle of wild rose bushes grew tall with crimson blossoms. Some of the roses had vined up the trees and a small cascade of petals seemed to be raining down from the heavens. The spot was pure enchantment. Jack sat the picnic hamper down and looked around. Putting the blanket on top of the hamper, Samantha grabbed his hand and pulled him over to a particularly large rose bush.

"Oh Jack it's so beautiful!"

Caught up in the moment, Jack's caution fled as he replied, "You're beautiful."

Relief coursed through Samantha when Jack kissed her the way he normally did. Though he didn't kiss her again right away, she felt encouraged. They walked around the clearing holding hands and finally spread out the blanket and opened the hamper. At the top was a bottle of Champagne and a pair of glasses. Neither of them had ever drank except for the one drink Jack had last night with Konstantine; but it was their honeymoon and surely it wouldn't hurt to try it. The food was an assortment of cheese and cold basil chicken with bread on the side.

After they finished their lunch, Samantha packed the hamper and moved it off the blanket. Both of them were slightly giggly from the Champagne. Neither were actually drunk simply light and happy. Samantha took a large sip for courage and stood up. As she started to undress, Jack's attention instantly moved from the pond to her.

"Samantha, what are you doing?"

Removing her dress and kicking off her sandals she had only her pale pink bra and panties on, "Taking my clothes off."

Panicking slightly, Jack asked "Why? Samantha put your clothing back on, someone could see you!"

"The only person who's going to see me is you," she replied and removed her bra.

"But it's daytime. We don't have to try and- Reverend Franklin said a considerate Christian husband wouldn't ask that more than once or twice a week. A-And only at night."

Pulling her panties off, she knelt down beside Jack. "I don't want a considerate Christian husband. I want my Jack. Besides you said we were above most people. Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. What could be a more traditional beginning than Eden itself."

Before he could answer, Samantha captured his mouth with hers. In the back of her mind she hoped Sofia was right that this would work and be nice, because she'd never done anything to bold in her life! When Jack pulled his mouth away, Samantha feared he was going to reject her, but instead he gently pushed her back on the blanket and began to kiss her neck. His hands moved to cup her breasts and she moaned as his hands began to rouse her.

"Samantha, are you sure you want to? I'll love you no matter what."

Moving her hands to unbutton his shirt, she responded, "I want to Jack. I love you and I want you to make love to me. This is the first day of our married life, I think it's time we learn. Remember, love-"

"Patience."

And in unison they said, "And understanding."

Laughing gently, their lips met in a slow kiss. As their hands moved over one another, the world and last night's disaster faded away. When Samantha removed Jack's shirt, she smiled, being able to truly see him made things more exciting. Nervous excitement shot through her when she unbuttoned Jack's pants and felt his hardness. Anxiously she urged him out of his pants and before he could argue, pulled his underwear off.

Pausing a moment, she looked at her husband's naked body in the light of day. He reminded her of a picture she saw in an artbook of Michelangelo's David, well there was one big difference, Samantha decided as she caressed Jack's swelling manhood. As they kissed, the scent of roses filled the air and Samantha wished they could stay their forever just as they were. Jack's hands and mouth felt so nice. Today she returned his caresses and explored him with her mouth. When his hand moved between her legs, a shudder of pleasure shook her and made her nip his neck in surprise.

"Sorry," she murmured.

Panting slightly, he told her, "Don't be. I liked it."

Samantha moved her mouth along his neck nibbling a little harder than she normally did. Once at the orphanage she'd overheard a couple female staff members discussing love bites and how they were made. Tenuously, Samantha began to suck on Jack's neck, thrilled when she heard him whimper her name. Jack's hand continued to tease between her legs and she felt light headed, suddenly she arched against him, crying his name out in surprise and pleasure. Her cries brought a smile to Jack's face and slowly he covered her body with his. Looking at Samantha, he sought permission to continue.

"Please Jack," Samantha begged.

Slowly, Jack pushed inside her. This time she didn't feel pain, there was a slight twinge as she stretched around him and then a delicious sensation of being filled where she'd never even realized she had a void. Watching her face intently, Jack felt relieved when Samantha smiled at him and wrapped her legs around him. Moving slowly against one another they learned to move with one another, much like they had when Jack taught her to dance. With rose petals cascading around them, their cries mingled together again and again as they discovered pleasure...