The man was so eager to take her virginity. They could hardly wait to get her into bed and she was still a little nervous about being taken by two men.
“My carpetbag is right there,” she said, pointing to the small carrier Mrs. Newton had given her before she left Charleston.
She hugged Aunt Grace and the woman smiled at her. “Have a great night.”
Blanche blushed clear to her toes. She couldn’t believe the woman was openly talking about their wedding night.
“Thanks for everything,” she told the woman and then took Martin’s arm as they walked out the door.
When they reached the wagon, Martin once again took the reins. When they were about a block from the house, Jakob reached under her skirts.
Could the man not wait?
“What are you doing?”
“Removing your bloomers. You will no longer need them,” he said. “In fact, we want you to remain naked this first week. That way we can take you anytime, anywhere.”
“But…what if we have guests?”
“We won’t,” Martin said.
“This is not how a lady would act,” she said, wondering how she could be what Jakob wanted when he was the one who was asking her to do things that were not civil.
He put them to his nose and breathed deeply of her bloomers. She watched with fascination. Men were certainly different from women.
He smiled. “I want a lady in public and a whore in the bedroom. You’ll soon learn.”
Cool air went up her skirts. She felt almost naked without them. If only he knew that she had not had a nice pair of bloomers until Mrs. Newton purchased them for her.
They were silent on the drive to the house, each of them anticipating the night’s activities.
When they pulled up in front of the house, Blanche began to grow more nervous. She had learned about sex by watching the animals on the ranch. Her father had never spoken to her about what happened between a man and a woman.
Martin pulled the wagon to a halt, set the brake, and then turned to help Blanche from the wagon. Only this time, he scooped her up into his arms and didn’t set her down.
“I’ll be in shortly,” Jakob said as he drove the wagon to the back of the house.
“What are we doing?”
“I’m carrying you over the threshold, darling. It’s good luck when a groom carries his bride over the threshold.”
“Oh,” she said swallowing
He opened the door and carried her in. When they were inside, he let her body slide down his and she could feel his very, hard, rigid penis against her womanly parts.
A warmth began to bloom inside her. She licked her lips nervously.
“What now?” she asked.
“Strip,” he told. “I want you naked in the next five minutes.”
“But what about Jakob?”
Martin smiled. “Oh, he’ll be so excited to see you naked when he comes in. Now strip.”
Blanche swallowed nervously and began to remove her clothes.