Death Of Innocence

Part 13

Age 15 Years 9 Months

Lying in Jack's arms, Samantha smiled and pulled a rose petal that had fallen on his head. Never had she felt more happy or content than she did at the moment and Samantha wished they could stay in the rose filled clearing forever. Today was every bit as delightful as she had imagined last night would be and more. As Jack's mouth teased hers, she felt slightly sore but in the most pleasurable way. Looking into her husband's eyes, she was glad they had gotten married and would always belong to one another.

"What are you thinking?" Jack asked softly.

"That I wish we could stay right here, just like this forever. And I'm thinking that I love my husband, very much," Samantha answered and pressed her lips to his.

"Let's stay then."

Samantha laughed and said, "Be serious."

"I am being serious. Last night when I thought you didn't love me, it was the worst pain I've ever felt in my life. Today has been so beautiful and I never want it to end. Sometimes I'm afraid of what will happen when we return to Ohio."

"Jack, nothing is ever going to come between us. We're married and have our whole lives ahead of us."

"Let's stay, we could get jobs and rent a room from Konstantine and Sofia," Jack suggested, only half jokingly.

Raising up on one elbow, Samantha asked, "Do you think we'll still be that close when we're their age? I mean, looking at them, you can tell how much they love each other. Is that how it will be with us?"

Looking thoughtful for a moment, Jack responded, "No." Seeing his wife's shocked expression, he smiled as he added, "I think we'll be even more in love when we're they're age, because I already love you more than any man has loved a woman."

Smiling, Samantha, pulled away and started to get dressed, the sun was starting to set and they would have to leave before much longer. Jack followed suit, though he too was reluctant to end their afternoon's idyll. If they lived to be twice Konstantine and Sofia's age, he would never forget today. Every moment was burned into his memory and would be treasured for years to come.

"Jack, can we come back tomorrow?"

"If you like."

"And the next day too?" she asked teasingly.

"Samantha, we can come here every day for as long as you wish. As soon as I turn sixteen and can become legally emancipated from my parents, I'll buy this place if you like."

Looking at her husband with disbelief, she pressed, "Really?"

When he nodded her eyes went wide with wonder. They could actually own this beautiful place! Rushing into Jack's arms, Samantha planted kisses all over his face. Then kissed him deeply. Just when she thought Jack couldn't surprise her, he did something which made her love him even more. Slowly they began to walk back to the car.

That evening at the motel's restaurant, they ate voraciously, starved from their afternoon's exertions. The young couple's smiles were brighter tonight than they had been even before last night's disaster, Sofia noted with satisfaction. Wrapping an arm around her husband's waist, the middle aged woman, dabbed a tear from her eyes as she watched the young honeymooners. Konstantine pressed a kiss to his wife's cheek and lead her over to the table so they could check on their young guests.

"This is what I like to see," Konstantine declared. "Happy honeymooner on the Giving Thanks."

"And this year there is much to be thankful for," Samantha told him. Blushing slightly, she thanked Sofia for her advice.

"Is good you have the happy mouth and not the sad eyes."

"Someday, I hope we can repay you for your kindness," Samantha told her.

"Maybe remember us when babies are birthed when you are older," Konstantine suggested.

"All right," Jack agreed. "Chloe Sofia if we have a daughter."

"And Jack Konstantine if we have a boy," Samantha added. Then whispered in Jack's ear and he blushed as she suggested they go to their room and practice right away.

The older couple beamed with pleasure, then grinned wickedly as Jack paid their tab and they headed towards their room. Although Jack and Samantha felt slightly embarrassed that their hosts knew what they were leaving to do, they were far to anxious to let it deter them. As soon as they were out of the restaurant, they kissed deeply, then Samantha grabbed Jack's hand and started running towards their room.

Though the room lacked the fairytale quality of the clearing, the pair lit the candles around the room and undressed quickly. Moving to the bed, their mouth met in a slow and sensual kiss. Feeling emboldened, Samantha pushed Jack down and climbed on top of him. His eyes went wide as his bride started to ride him, slow and uncertainly at first, then faster and harder. The sensation was slightly different from this afternoon, but definitely enjoyable, Jack decided. When they finally surrendered to sleep they were both completely exhausted from their day.

Rain greeted the couple the next day so they had to delay their trip back to the wild roses until another day. Shyly, Jack suggested that since the bathtub was so big, they might try bathing together. Together they filled the tub with warm water and some of Sam's rose scented bubble bath and then climbed in. Water sloshed onto the floor and laughter filled the air as they caressed one another. The warmth was soothing and Samantha lay against Jack's chest immersed in the bubbles until they began to prune.

Over the course of a week, they explored the mysteries of love making every day, again and again. On every day but the rainy day, they went back to where the wild roses grew and one day even went skinny dipping in the pond. When at last it was time to leave, they hugged their hosts good-bye and Jack left an envelope stuffed with the money he'd planned to spend at the Four Seasons. The For Seasons motel had turned out to be a blessing in disguise and he hoped Konstantine and Sofia would be able to use the money he left. Seeing her husband leave the fifteen thousand dollar tip in an envelope, Samantha smiled, it was so very Jack.

As they began to drive northward towards Ohio, the weather was starting to shift. The warm air of Memphis gave way to cold winter winds and Jack had a sinking feeling...



Part 14

Age 15 Years 9 Months

When they returned from Memphis, neither Jack nor Samantha was happy to see that Billy Watkins had been released and was back in the orphanage. As the newlywed couple swept past the staff and residents, they quickly made their way up to Jack's room. Up in the attic they discovered that it had been ransacked and the records all smashed. Although Jack wasn't saying anything, Samantha could tell he was upset. Quietly she disappeared for a moment, then reappeared after she had gotten in her suitcase.

"Jack, I know how upset you are right now. Even though you have said I can use your money anytime, I wanted to get you a wedding gift with my own money. Here," Samantha told him thrusting the large flat record cover at him.

Turning to Samantha, Jack was surprised and pleased that Samantha had bought him a wedding gift. When he saw the album, he burst out laughing. It read The Konstinappolis Quartet, and had a picture of Konstantine's sons on the cover. Turning the phonograph upright amongst the mess, Jack put the album on and swept his bride into his arms. Even Billy's petty attempt to violate Jack's space wasn't going to put a damper on Jack's happiness. After dancing to several interesting renditions of well known song's Konstantine's sons had recorded, the couple reluctantly went downstairs for dinner.

Sitting at the large dining table amid the other residents, Jack and Samantha looked longingly at one another. The terrible table manners of the other residents and their inane conversation made Jack and Samantha long for the intimate suppers with Mamma and Poppa looking on dotingly. Worse still, they had to remain at the table for a certain length of time and would have to endure television time in the rec room. Having not made love since early that morning, the couple was very anxious to be alone.

After dinner, Jack and Samantha sat together in the rec room on the floor. As the hour of television began and the other residents chattered and watched intensively, Samantha and Jack watched one another intensely. Crossing his arms, Jack subtlety caressed the side of Samantha's breast. As his subtle caress aroused her, Samantha bit the inside of her cheek to keep from moaning. She couldn't wait until the television hour was over to have him, she needed him now.

Leaning over, she whispered in his ear, "Jack I want you right now."

"We have to sit this out."

"I'm going to pretend to go to the bathroom, meet me in the linen closet in a couple minutes," she whispered. When Jack hesitated, she softly whimpered in his ear, "Please, I'm so wet."

Noting the wide eyed look he gave her and the way he moved to conceal his erection, Samantha knew he would follow and stood up. No one said anything as she left the room, nor when Jack followed barely two minutes later. As the couple slipped out, neither noticed the intent stare Billy gave them. Several minutes later when the pair hadn't returned, Billy scowled and went to find them. Something was up between those two still and he wasn't about to stand for it, apparently trashing the freak's books and records hadn't gotten the point across.

In the linen closet, Jack's mouth met Samantha's as they desperately struggled to get undressed enough to touch one another. As Jack's fingers teased inside her panties, Sam's hand found his zipper and found he had left his underwear off. Pulling his wife's panties to the side, Jack ground against her wetness teasingly for a moment. But Samantha's needs were too urgent to wait and she demanded he take her.

"Jack!" Samantha whimpered.

Slowly pushing inside her, Jack wrapped her legs around his waist and grabbed one of the shelves to brace them as they began to move. Samantha bit Jack's neck and urged him to go harder and faster. Rapidly Jack moved against her, as her teeth sank hard into his shoulder to stifle her scream of pleasure. Feeling her tighten around his shaft, Jack knew she was close to her second orgasm and was going to cum with her, when Samantha pulled her legs away from his waist and pushed him away.

Sinking to her knees, she said, "I can't have your cum running down my legs."

When her mouth wrapped around him he gasped with pleasure. Although she had licked him there a couple times on their honeymoon, she'd never done anything like this! Briefly he wondered if Sofia had mentioned this in her last minute talk with Samantha. Konstantine had told him something similar which Jack had planned to try tonight. In the shadowy closet, he watched in amazement as her head hovered over him and drew him closer and closer to the edge. The closet door was open a crack to allow them to leave later, but both were so caught up in the moment, they didn't notice the pair of eyes in the hallway narrowing in hatred.

After finding release, Jack kissed Samantha and insisted she allow him to bring her to pleasure with his fingers one last time before returning. As he caressed her, Jack murmured in her ear the things he planned to do to her later, pushing Samantha over the edge. Finally they returned first Sam and then Jack to the rec room where the television hour was nearly over with. Samantha had to go to her room for bedcheck, but immediately slipped out after to join her husband.

Billy was furious for the time he spent in juvenile jail and intended to get revenge on Sam's precious freak. But after catching a glimpse of them in the linen closet he wanted to kill the Newquay brat. Days away from turning seventeen, the idea that Prince Albert the Prick was having sex while Billy despite his bravado was still a virgin was galling. Maybe the little rich bastard had paid her for her services, a girl like Sam simply couldn't desire the sickly freak over himself. From the shadows, Billy watched as Sam headed up to Newquay's room.

Silently Samantha slipped into he husband's room where he was waiting anxiously for her. Pressing their mouth together they kissed, starved for physical contact as they embraced and held one another. Jack had lit a couple candles they bought in Memphis and the room had a soft glow. Trying to pull Jack onto the bed, Samantha was surprised when he refused her and shook his head.

"Tonight we're going to try something new. Take your nightgown off," Jack ordered.

Slightly embarrassed but excited Samantha did as he told her, then panted, "Now what?"

"Lie in the center of the bed," Jack purred.

When Samantha laid down, Jack moved towards the bed purposefully. Gently, he spread her legs and started to kiss the insides of her thighs. Samantha gasped as Jack's mouth moved upwards and began to tease the moist heat between her thighs. Between her legs, Jack smiled at her sounds of pleasure and from his own pleasure of tasting a woman for the first time. Teasing his bride with his tongue, Jack brought her to the first of several orgasms as he went down on her.

Outside, Billy heard Samantha's cries of pleasure and he became hard. It angered him that Sam was making those sounds because of Prince Albert and even more that her cries aroused him. For several minutes he listened to the sound of her crying out the name she'd given the stupid brat. Then Billy headed back to his room to relieve the tension Sam had built up and to plan how to get rid of Albert Jackson Newquay once and for all.

It was nearly dawn when Samantha started to pull herself out of Jack's bed and to redress. Looking at her husband, she inquired, "Is it too late to get those jobs in Memphis?"

"Afraid we'll have to wait until next quarter's allowance which I get at New Years, but then if you like, of course."

Sitting on the edge of the bed Samantha commented, "I miss Sofia and Konstantine. Do you think that's strange?"

"Not at all," Jack assured her. "I wish you didn't have to leave. You're my wife and I hate that you have to skulk off like we're doing something wrong."

"Well you could always come to my room at night, but since I have to share it might give my roommates an idea that something is going on between us."

After Samantha bent over the bed and kissed Jack goodnight, he lay awake thinking and feeling frustrated. During their honeymoon, he'd become accustomed to having he sleeping next to him. Now sleeping alone felt strange. His birthday was in a couple months, after that he would only have to wait one more year and he could become legally emancipated minor and lay claim to his trust fund.

Last year he finally figured out that his family's money had come from his grandparents who overlooked his parents and left the bulk of their fortune to Jack. While he wouldn't have minded his parents living off the money, he objected to their living off his money and treating him the way they did. As soon as he was legally emancipated he could buy a house and a few months later, secure emancipation for Samantha and then marry her again legally. It was appalling that his parents lived apart by choice on his fortune and that he couldn't sleep with his own wife for a full night.

Over then next couple of weeks, Jack and Samantha spent every moment together they could. Making love throughout the night until Samantha had to return to her room and sneaking in some daring quickies at the risk of being caught. The newlyweds hated the large amounts of time spent in the presence of others and that they were forced apart. Jack smuggled roses in for Samantha one evening and she burst out crying.

"Darling, what's wrong?"

"I miss being able to be with you and I miss our special place with the roses," Samantha sobbed clinging to Jack tightly. Then added, "And my father is getting a hotel here for Christmas next week and expects me to spend Christmas with him. I hate this being with you but not being with you Jack. Everyday hurts more and more!"

"Sshhh," Jack murmured comfortingly. "You are my wife and nothing and no one will ever change that, will it?"

"No."

"If you like we can leave next month. I love you."

"Even when I'm all emotional and weepy?" Samantha asked him tearily.

Smiling at her, he told her, punctuating each word with a kiss, "Love, patience and understanding."

"You're the best husband in the world," Samantha told him kissing him. "I love you Jack."

"And you are the most wonderful wife any man could ever ask for. I'll love you until the stars grow cold," Jack vowed.

Gently he kissed his wife and caressed her tenderly. Outside in the hallway, Billy stood having followed Sam and heard the exchange. An evil smile crossed his face...



Part 15

Age: 15 Years 9 Months

"Is it straight?" Jack asked as he adjusted the star on top of the small tree.

"Perfect," Samantha replied as her husband moved away from the Christmas tree.

Christmas was in a few days and the couple wanted their own tree in the attic for their first Christmas. Breaking away from their embrace, Jack reached into his coat which was tossed over a trunk and retrieved the small surprise. Smiling at Samantha, he held the sprig of live mistletoe over her head and kissed her deeply. Even though she was going to have to leave him on Christmas Eve and Christmas day to be with her father, Jack intended to make the most of their time together.

"I've never seen live mistletoe before," she told him.

"Have to be careful with it, it's poisonous," Jack gently admonished.

"Ooh in that case, could we poison Billy Watkins?"

"Could be fun, why not?" he teased, then looked at his watch. "We're going to have to show up for tv in the rec room in a couple minutes."

Sighing, Samantha cursed, "Damn, but I get tired of people interrupting us."

Jack raised an eyebrow at Samantha's language in amusement and agreed, "It is pretty annoying. You know I could probably throw myself down the steps and break a leg again so we can stay in my room all the time."

"Oh no," Samantha insisted. "I want you fully functional."

"Any particular talents you wish to make use of?" Jack breathed seductively against her neck and brought a hand up to tease her nipple through her shirt.

"I want to make use of every one of your talents. You're my own personal Jack-of-all-Trades."

Raising his head from her neck, Jack looked amused as he pointed out, "I believe the saying is Jack-of-all-Trades and master one none. Surely I've mastered at least one by now?"

Unzipping Jack's fly and stroking him, Samantha replied, "My Jack-of-all-Trades is the master of every one."

"Is that a fact?" he asked huskily.

Although they didn't have long, they moved quickly to remove their clothing and discard the mistletoe. Moving to the pile of cushions under the stained glass window, they coupled rapidly and intensely, bringing one another to climax. Reluctantly they redressed and went to the rec room to endure their forced socialization with the others. As they sat through the hour, they whispered promises to one another to pick up where they left off. The couple was unaware of Billy's cold stare as they waited for the time to end.

Billy had been watching the pair for the last couple of weeks, contemplating what to do. Although they were almost always in one another's company, he knew eventually he could catch Prince Albert the Prick alone. This time he wouldn't make a stupid mistake like he did with the refrigerator, this time he had a much more permanent solution in mind. Looking at Sam smiling at the rich freak, enraged him. After he heard the exchange between them Billy thought perhaps they were playing a prank on him, so he went back the next night and peered through the keyhole. The tangle of pale limbs and the couple's movements left no room for denial, they were sleeping together and Billy was going to put a stop to it.

As Samantha headed to Jack's room after bedcheck, Billy waited in the hall and stopped her, "Aren't you going to wish me happy birthday? I'm seventeen today. Maybe you'd like to screw me instead of your pussy bitch husband tonight. After all something might happen to him."

Sam felt anger course through her as Billy threatened her husband. At the same time she was concerned for Jack after what happened before. Her eyes narrowed as she seethed, "If anything happens to Jack, I guarantee I'll make you suffer in ways you never dreamed possible."

"Come on Sam, what's so great about that faggot?" Billy pushed as he backed Sam up against a wall and tried to grope her.

Having far more knowledge of male anatomy than she had when originally confronting Billy before her marriage, Samantha smile wickedly. Grabbing Billy through his pajama pants she twisted his manhood very hard not releasing him as he fell to his knees blubbering. Smirking at Billy, Samantha laughed, "What's so great about Jack? Unlike you, he's not hung like a baby carrot and a couple of peas. You couldn't make a girl cum if your life depended on it."

Releasing her grip, Samantha headed up to Jack's room. Before Jack kissed her, she dashed into the bathroom and washed her hand, touching Billy even through pajamas to hurt him was disgusting. Part of her longed to tell Jack what had happened, but she knew he would fly into a rage. It was nearly Christmas and then it would be New Years and they could take Jack's allowance and go back to Memphis. It wouldn't even be a full two weeks and they would be back with Konstantine and Sofia. Billy would be nothing more than an unpleasant memory as they began their new life.

Concerned about Billy listening outside the door, Samantha suggested they make love in the attic by the light of the Christmas tree and Jack readily agreed. Jack's caresses had a quality of desperation to them and Samantha knew he was dreading their holiday separation as much as she was. They had discussed trying to introduce him as a boyfriend to her father, but decided it was best not to stir up any suspicions. As little time as her father spent with her Sam didn't feel like she could open up to him and felt that a postcard telling him she was fine when she left would be plenty. Moving against her husband, Samantha surrendered to the sensation, content that Jack was all the family she needed.

The night before Christmas Eve was very difficult for Jack and Samantha, tomorrow they would be separated for the longest they had been since they met. Lovemaking was slow and had some tears that night as they reassured one another of their devotion. Although being together and apart over the course of a normal day was difficult, neither Samantha nor Jack felt ready for a two day separation.

"I don't want to go Jack," Samantha wept against his chest.

"I know, I feel the same way. I'll miss you terribly my Samantha. I wish-" Jack trailed off. He stopped himself, he needed to be strong and cheer his wife up. Fighting back his own tears he reminded her, "At least you'll be coming back Christmas afternoon and so we'll still see each other on Christmas."

"Jack," she began. Samantha felt like she should mention something about Billy but didn't want to risk him getting hurt. "Promise me you'll be very careful while I'm gone. I think Billy Watkins is planning something and I couldn't bear it if something happened to you."

"I promise. Besides I'm hardly going to invite him in for a chat."

"I'm just worried."

"Samantha, this is our last night together. I want to spend my time making love to you and talking about us, not thinking of Billy Watkins."

Our last night together, Samantha thought. No, she didn't want to ruin it with unpleasant thoughts. Drying her eyes, she brought Jack's mouth to hers and teased him with her tongue. Tonight was meant to be a good-bye and no one was going to intrude on their time. When Samantha came to Jack's room earlier, she was met by the soft glow of candles and rose petals scattered on the bed. As they made love the scent reminded her of their clearing in Memphis and she felt reassured, soon she and Jack would begin their new life far away.

Samantha's father arrived late the next afternoon and whisked Sam off to a hotel. Before leaving she pretended to forget something and ran back for a final kiss from Jack. In his room, their lips met slowly in a tender kiss. For several moments their lips remained joined and they embraced tightly, loathing their separation.

"I love you, Samantha," Jack murmured as she left.

Although she tried to be nice to her father, Sam's thoughts were of Jack. Over and over her eyes sought out the clock and she wished time would pass faster. With each passing hour, she thought about what Jack was doing and wished she was with him. Looking out the window of her father's suite, Samantha watched as snow began to cascade from the sky. She wondered if Jack was missing her as much as she missed him, when the phone rang and her father answered. Sam only half listened as her father took his call.

When her father hung up the phone, he approached her, "Sam, I'm sorry to do this, but there's an emergency in Geneva and I'm going to have to head to the airport tonight in order to get there."

Fighting back a smile as her heart leapt, Samantha assured him, "I understand."

"Really?" her father questioned in surprise.

"Absolutely. Can I have some money to get a cab back?"

"Wouldn't you like to stay here? The room is paid and it must be a nice change."

"There are some fun things going on back at the house and I was sorry to miss them, so I'll just go and join in the festivities," Samantha lied.

Once her father left, Samantha ordered a cab for herself and began to wait impatiently. Because it was Christmas Eve and snowing there was a two hour wait. Briefly she toyed with walking but it was quite a ways and the night was freezing. As Samantha waited for her cab, Jack sat in the attic watching the tree and wishing she was with him. After years of spending Christmas alone, Jack was used to it. However, having Samantha gone hurt terribly and against his will a tear trailed down his face.

There was a sound and Jack turned his face, "Samantha?"

"Not quite, you faggot freak," Billy growled standing over him holding a snow shovel.

Before Jack could react, Billy swung the shovel over Jack's head. The impact knocked Jack out and he fell over. Picking Jack's frail body up, Billy swung him over his shoulder and pulled the door to the widow's walk above. Cold air and snow filled the attic and Billy struggled to get Jack's unconscious form up the ladder. Carefully he propped the door so he wouldn't get trapped with Prince Albert. Dropping Jack with a thud, Billy turned around and sealed the door shut.

Jack lay motionless as the snow began to cover him...