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Legal - M
by Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com

MF wl

Despite Bill Pierce's worries, his wedding proceeded without a hitch. The
reception was fine, and wet. Jake not only drank the toasts, he proposed
one. He and Carolyn managed to get their shares of champagne, despite not
being allowed to drink the toasts. Gladys, who didn't drink, drove them back
to the apartment. Dan, who was riding shotgun, insisted that they stay in
the car until he'd got out and opened their door. Bill took Carolyn's arm on
the way to the door of the apartment house. Partly, it was the occasion;
partly, it was the icy, slushy, sidewalk and her high heels. When they
closed the apartment door behind them, she sighed.

"Home."

"It is home, darling," he agreed. "It is your home, our home." After he'd
hung up their coats, he went into the bedroom to turn the space heater up
high. She'd taken off her shoes when he came back.

"Ruined," she said. "And only worn once."

"Would you have worn them again?"

"Satin heels? I doubt it. Still, you want the costume to show your
daughter."

"Well, if you come in where it is warmer, I'll be very careful of the rest
while I'm taking it off." She laughed, but she followed him into the
bedroom. True to his word, he removed the wedding dress quite carefully and
put it on a hangar. The closet didn't really have space. He hung it on the
outside of the closet door.

"I wonder if Gladys would have space for it," Carolyn said, "until we get a
larger apartment. Here." She removed his tux.

"Toss that anywhere. It's rented, and I'm not saving it to show my
daughter." She lay it, not tossing at all, across his dresser. He removed
her slip and hung it up in the closet. She had trouble with the bow tie, and
he ran his hands along her sides and down over her -- still pantied -- hips
while she did.

"You're not helping at all," she said when she finally got the bow  undone.
This, she tossed over the tux. Then it was his turn. He kissed her while
reaching behind to unsnap her bra. "Somehow, men wear more pieces of
clothing in fancy dress."

"And you haven't even started on the studs."

"Oh, no. The shirt is one piece of clothing." Otherwise, she'd be naked
before she got to the cufflinks.

"Deal, I'll even take it off myself." Which he proceeded to do while kissing
her melons. She made protesting sounds, but she didn't move away while his
hands were busy on his shirt and unable to confine her. The undershirt was
his own, not rented, and he tossed it on the chair when he stripped it off.
Then they had a proper kiss. Their tongues tangled. He could feel her melons
press against his chest. They were soft and warm, and their tips were hard
and even warmer. He cupped her buns while she ran her hands up and down his
back.

"Shoes first," he said when she started to undo his belt. She knelt down to
untie the shoe laces. Even her back was beautiful bent like that. When he
stepped out of his shoes, she began on his socks. Well, he'd go along with
that.

They had another sweet kiss when she stood up. Then he peeled her panties
down. He knelt down to take them all the way off. Kneeling there, he pulled
her buns toward him to give her mound a long, although dry, kiss. Along with
the flowery perfume, he could smell Carolyn.

She'd spent nearly the past week in her dorm room, or -- at least -- away
from the apartment. They hadn't had sex for five nights, and he wanted her
desperately. He was already hard when he stood to let her remove his
trousers. His quick motion to tuck his dick back into his boxers brought a
grin from her, but no words.

When he swept all the covers off the bed, she sat on it. He knelt again to
undo the fancy garter from her thigh. He kissed the mark it had left while
slowly drawing the stocking down her leg and off her foot. The stocking went
on the chair with his undershirt when he stood up.

"My turn," she said. He stepped in front of her so she could remove his
boxers. Then he moved his right foot out of them and knelt again. He gave
this thigh an even longer kiss. He helped her lie down and kissed her navel
until she writhed. "Bill!"

"Yeah. Who did you expect to kiss you there tonight?" He stood up, tossed
the stocking onto the chair, and walked over to his side of the bed. He went
into the drawer for a rubber.

"You won't need that." No sex, on <b>this</b> night of all nights? And after
she'd been sequestered with her mother in town for nearly a week? "I'm on
the Pill." Oh! That was different. That was wonderful.

"Darling!" He lay down beside her and began to kiss her again. She pulled
his head into the kiss, and their tongues licked each other. Meanwhile, his
hand stroked down her torso to her snatch. He brushed her moisture --
already abundant -- up her groove to her nub. While the kiss went on and on,
he stroked her until she went over.

Then he kissed down her throat and up her melon. His hand had never left her
snatch, and he resumed his strokes as his mouth approached the tip of her
melon. He sucked there while watching her face. When she looked worried, he
moved between her legs. She reached for his dick as he spread her lips. With
his bare dick just parting those lips, he resisted her tug to pause and
appreciate the feel of that slick warmth on bare skin for the first time.

"Carolyn! Darling!" Then he was sliding into her -- feeling every bit of her
warm and juicy around his dick.


 she said when she totally encased him. He kept watching her face as he
stroked in an out through that smooth warmth. Her expression went back to
worried, then to pained. As she pressed up against him on his in-strokes and
fell back on the bed on his out-strokes, her expression looked almost
agonized.

"Bill," she said as he felt her snatch clutch around him. He drove in for
the last time. His whole being poured out through his dick into the rhythmic
clasping of her warm snatch.

He rested his body on his elbows and his forehead against hers. They were
gasping in each others' breath. Finally, he managed to move off. The light
was on; the covers were off the foot of the bed; his contacts were in and
his bladder would wake him in an hour if he went to sleep now. Still, he had
never felt readier for a sleep holding his love in his arms.

After a while, though, he got up. He covered Carolyn and turned the blanket
on low for her side. He turned off the space heater and turned on the lamp.
He turned off the overhead light on his way to the bathroom. There, he took
out his contacts and did the rest of his preparations. When he returned to
bed, she took her own bathroom time. He clicked off the lamp when she slid
into bed beside him.

"I love you, Mrs. Pierce."

"Y'know, married sex is much more exciting than its reputation." He hugged
her as they shared the laugh.

That morning, the alarm woke him with Carolyn in his arms. He lifted her
hair from the back of her neck to kiss her before he rolled to shut off the
alarm. He was so far over on his side of the bed that he nearly rolled off
reaching for the button on the clock.

"Good morning, Mrs. Pierce."

"I am, aren't I? The wedding finally happened."

"It finally happened, and it's Sunday. We can do anything we want for
hours."

"But first..." She got up and rushed out. He heard water running in the
bathroom. She was still naked when she rushed back. Then she dived under the
covers again. "It's chilly out there." It wasn't all that bad when he took
his own bathroom time. Having seen her running around, his dick was hard
enough that he had a problem getting it down far enough to piss in the
toilet. He put his contacts in, and was about to go out the door when he had
another thought. He shaved carefully. When he got into bed he snuggled up
against her and rubbed his cheek against her shoulder.

"Smooth."

"Ihm hm. Smooth for you." He kissed where her neck joined her shoulder, and
then the back of her ear. When he put his hand on the tip of her melon, she
held it there and pressed her buns into his lap and against his dick.

"What time is it, anyway?"

"A little after 6." His position was a far too enjoyable for him to roll
over to look. "I never reset the alarm. I sometimes hit the snooze button
and get lots of naps on a Sunday."

"So we could sleep in?"

"Go right ahead." Feeling up a sleeping Carolyn suddenly sounded quite sexy.
"I'll wake you in plenty of time." He stroked the tip of her melon until it
stood up under his fingers.

"Y'know, you really aren't helping."

"Sure I am. Go to sleep, relax in my arms." He kissed the back of her neck.
She wriggled her buns until his dick was pressed into the crack between
them. The dick, which had never really gone down, was now hardening again.
He moved his hand down to her snatch. When she reached down, it wasn't to
fight about it, but to press his palm against her mound. He ran one finger
up and down her lips outside of the groove. When he kissed the vertebra
where her neck met her back, she murmured.

He closed his eyes and relaxed. She wasn't going anywhere; he wasn't going
anywhere. If these caresses weren't going anywhere, there would always be
tonight. He kissed her sometimes, licked her sometimes, going from the
bottom of her neck to her back to the top of her shoulder. Mostly, he didn't
use his mouth for anything but breathing.

He used thumb and forefinger to rub one of her lips against the other. When
he slipped his finger between them to her groove, it was nice and juicy. He
stroked some of that juice up to cover her nub. Then, he simply stroked
slowly in the groove itself. She was less relaxed than he was. Her back was
tensed against his chest and under his mouth. Her buns began to undulate in
his lap.

"Am I disturbing your snooze?" he asked.

"Unh unh. I'm already asleep and having a really sexy dream." He slipped his
finger up the groove to her nub to see if he could make the dream sexier.
"No," she said suddenly. She moved his right hand to her melon, and then she
reached between her legs. "You... In."

He moved his hips back a bit to free his dick. She moved it to the entryway
to her snatch. He moved his hips forward again as she rolled hers back. His
dick slipped right into her snatch. Again, he was conscious of the warm
smoothness around the head of his dick. She grabbed his hand again and moved
it back where it had been. As he resumed stroking her nub, she faked a
snore. He decided that this was continuing her game that she was sleeping
rather than a complaint that his lovemaking was boring.

He was less than half-way in, and couldn't afford long strokes. As he flexed
his hips to advance a quarter inch and relaxed to back off, she matched her
motions so that his motions within her were a half inch each way.

He stroked her nub until she went over. The clutching around his dick
carried him with her. He thrust hard against her buns and pumped into her
warmth.

As he relaxed, he didn't need to move. The last squeeze of her snatch pushed
his dick out. When his breath slowed, he kissed her between her spine and
her shoulder blade -- more resting his lips there than an actual kiss. He
tucked the covers over their shoulders more carefully and then rested his
hand between her melons. He dozed like that.

When he woke, the room was brighter. He rolled away enough to lift the clock
where he could see it. 8:16.

"What time is it?" He hadn't known that she was awake.

"Eight fifteen. Want to sleep some more?"

"Need to shower. I was going to cook you a fancy breakfast for your first
morning of married life."

"I really think we celebrated more appropriately." He hadn't married her for
her cooking skills, after all. "Want to shower together?"

"Have things to do this morning, after all. How about sharing a shower
tomorrow morning?"

"Deal." At his word, she got up and grabbed her robe. When she was out the
door, he got his own robe and started breakfast.

"Eggs?" he asked when she came out of the bathroom in her robe.

"Dress first. It's chilly." She was right. He went into the bedroom after
her and put on his underwear from last night, topping it with the robe
again.

"Do you own slippers?" he asked her.

"At the residence hall. Look, do I get any privacy for dressing?"

"Don't married couples normally dress in the same place?" She thought for a
while about that question. An intelligent girl, a doctoral candidate, she
still kept thinking about obvious things. Maybe that's what intellectuals
were -- people who thought about what others took to be obvious.

"I suppose so. I'm still new to this, though."

"Fair enough. Ask, and I'll defer to your modesty." He'd let her get away
with all that nonsense around her periods, didn't he? "But it's not fair to
expect me to guess what you're going to be bashful about." The thing about
Carolyn was that she could be shockingly frank, and then a blushing
Victorian virgin. When she reached for her dress, he asked again, "Eggs?"

"Please." He went to heat the skillet back up and begin cracking eggs. He
dished hers up as soon as he had seated her. He thought that courtesy was
appropriate for <b>this</b> morning. Then he cracked his own eggs. "You
didn't eat?" she asked.

"I preferred the company. It's our first day as a married couple, after
all."

"And I should have cooked for you."

"Do it Tuesday. We still haven't stocked up the larder with what your
cooking will require."

"Why not Monday?"

"Showering together might take too much time." For that matter, they might
just go back to bed from the shower.

She laughed. "You have your priorities, don't you?"

"Yep." Everybody did. She was just noticing what his priorities were.

After Church, she had him stop at a grocery store. She cooked barbecued
chicken drumsticks, mashed potatoes, and green beans for Sunday dinner. They
had canned peaches for dessert. He washed, leaving the grill for later. Then
they sat down to clear up the budget.

She had her figures for tuition, clothes, and incidentals. "I haven't
figured out the food budget yet."

"The grocery budget. We're going to spend more on eating out. You really get
by on that little for clothes? Remember that your nice coat was a gift from
your parents."

"As long as I'm a student, I can. If I need more for teaching, we'll get
more from my teaching paycheck.... Look, you've been researching apartment
rentals?"

"Only in the ads. It gives you a picture."

"And you really want me to spend next year on the dissertation and not get a
teaching job?" She was asking an awful lot of questions -- probably working
up to something.

"That would be best for your future, wouldn't it."

"Maybe it would be better to look for two-bedroom apartments."

"No." They weren't going to have separate bedrooms. She wasn't even going to
spend a night on the couch, and he <b>damn</b> well wasn't going to. They
might fight all night, but when they went to sleep it would be in the same
bed.

"But I'll need somewhere to work. This table is fine for writing a term
paper, but even here I spread out. I'll need some sort of desk and walls
where I can stick things. And just where do you think we can put my books?
The living room is already unusable for company. And..."

"All right."

"Huh." She didn't get it yet.

"You can have an office -- an office without a bed in it. You sleep in my
arms every night."

"That's what you were worried about?" Didn't she remember all the times
she'd walked out? He sure did.

"That's what I wanted to make clear. There is a bottom line. You have to
work, and that takes you away from me. For that matter, my work takes me
away from you. But you don't get a place to run away from me. The damn
library closes at night."

"In your arms, fine. But we don't have sex during my periods. That's final."

"Okay. Keep your damn squeamishness. But only really during your period. You
don't turn me down because you're mad at me."

"Bill, if I were to abstain from sex when I'm mad at you, I'd have to join a
convent."

"Okay, but I haven't been looking at two-bedroom apartments. We can't finish
the budget today. I'll get a <i>Trib</i> tomorrow. Maybe a <i>Review<i>,
too."

"There are other holes. Maybe we should list the holes and fill them in this
week. Rent, that's a big one. Groceries, that's another."

"Why don't we put any driving you'll need to do for your teaching
assistanceship on the 'paid out of your salary' schedule. Taxes, too, of
course. You'll fill out a W-4 sometime. Why don't you just put down 'no
deductions?' I'll take you on mine."

"What's a W-4?"

"Your declaration of what your deductions should be. You don't really tell
them that. You say, married, single, how many children, and Personnel
figures out the numbers. Anyway, there are other things we have to do this
week besides budget and moving you. I know this is your week when you don't
need to study, but... Wait here." He got her the copy of <i>Rules of the
Road</i> he'd picked up for her. "You'll need an Illinois driver's license."

"The rules can't be all that different from Arkansas," she said.

"I'm sure they aren't. But they test you on knowing this, as well as being
able to actually drive. It's worth reminding yourself of the book form of
the rules. Then, too, we've got to get you on my credit cards. That's mostly
by mail, but we should probably do it this week."

"Credit cards? We have a form from Carson's."

"Yeah. Fill that in. I have to sign somewhere and put down the number. But
Diner's Club and American Express are more important. And we'll have to go
in to get you on the bank account. Way I figurer it is that they'll give us
new checks with your name on them -- both our names on them. You can use
those, and I'll stick to my old checks until they run out. And there will be
a delay until those arrive -- until the ones with your name arrive. I can
give you a book of the old ones, but how you'll get anyone to accept them is
another matter."

"Bill..."

"You moved. Three credit cards. Driver's license. Bank. They're different
levels of involvement, but those are the things dealing with the outside I
see. Then you probably have to deal with the University. Is Administration
open during the break?"

"I'm sure. Bill, I can't understand you."

"Well, we're even. But you're the feminine mystique, and I'm just about
transparent. What's not to understand about me?"

"First, you're a possessive MCP. I can't have a life 'cause you own me.
Next, you're saying I essentially can sign your name -- not actually your
name, but get signature on all you own." She really didn't see it, obvious
as it was.

"Same thing. I don't own you. I just want to be married to you. Which means
you don't leave me. But being married means that we have one life,
economically at least. Same thing."

"Bill, you're weird, but -- sometimes -- you're nice."

"Anyway, I expect you to use the checkbook and credit cards conservatively.
After all, the pennies we pinch will enable you to write your dissertation
in peace. It's just that we're in this together."

They had a nice kiss before she took <i>Rules of the Road</i> into the
bedroom and he began to scrub the grill. He'd left that job until it cooled
back down.

The end
Legal - M
by Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com
2011/02/17


These same events from Carolyn's perspective, can be read in:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/Gjt/pie_04f.htm
Carolyn's experience

The first adventures of Bill with Carolyn:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/Gjt/pie_01m.htm
"Get a Room - M"

Another story about another couple sarting their marriage:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/Gjt/fos_05m.htm
"Oh Canada! - M"

The index to almost all my stories:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/index.htm
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