Not Quite A Mail Order Bride (Mail Order Brides) (9 page)

Ma
rtha always stood in the door of the school while waiting for her students to arrive. In the past, Luke had occasionally brought Will but most of the time, Hetty had brought and picked him up. After they had gone to church together, Luke began bringing Will himself and he was getting there early enough to chat for a few minutes and steal an occasional kiss. He was also the last to pickup with the same outcome.

Will watched the kissing if not with disgust, then certainly he was wondering what had gotten into his Papa. For her part, Martha enjoyed the displays of affection. She returned the kisses with a fervor held in check only by the surroundings.

One sunny, beautiful Monday…

As he dropped Will off, Luke told Martha, “I’m going to Cheyenne on business tomorrow, so Hetty will be bringing Will.”

“Are you going by train or horseback?” she asked.

“I’ll go by train. It’s about 50 miles, a tough trip by horseback. Kind of dangerous too,” he said. “I should be back Thursday.”

“Be careful, I’ll miss you,” she said and stood on her tiptoes to be kissed.

They embraced, her lips caressing his as she moved them. He deepened the kiss, tracing her tongue with his. She opened her mouth slightly and he slid his tongue inside. She could feel the nubs of her nipples harden as an involuntary moan came from deep within her body. He moved his hand to cup her breast. The moans grew as she placed her hand over his, squeezing slightly. She could feel his manhood pressing against her thigh.

She heard a wagon approaching and pulled back. Her cheeks were flushed and her breathing had become faster. “Oh my, it’s been forever since I was kissed that way. It made me feel warm all over.”

“It affected me too,” his voice raspy with emotion. “I’d better go. I’ll see you as soon as I get back.”

“Promise,” she said.

“I promise.”

Thursday afternoon…

“
Martha, would you have dinner with us tonight? Hetty is fixing something special. The boys and I would like to share it with you.”

“I would love to. What time should I be there?”

“Why not come over when you finish here?” he asked.

As the afternoon wore into evening, Martha tied her horse to the hitching post and went to the door, where Luke was waiting to admit her. “I’ll have someone see to your horse.” He gave her a chaste peck on the cheek. “Come on in.”

Luke’s sons were both dressed in their Sunday best, and so was Luke, surprising Martha somewhat. The meal was scrumptious, including a roast, fresh vegetables from the garden, and fresh baked apple pie for dessert. After she finished eating, Martha went into the kitchen. Touching Hetty on the arm, she said, “You outdid yourself, Hetty. That might have been the best meal I have ever had. If not the best, then certainly among the top two or three.” Hetty beamed.

“Thank you, Miss Martha,” she said, shyly.

After dinner, Luke excused himself from the room for about five minutes. When he returned to the main living room, he sat beside Martha and the two boys on the side of their father. “Martha Sanders, my sons and I have come to care for you a great deal.” He reached into his pocket and took out a small box. Tears welled in her eyes, and her hand covered her mouth, as he asked, “Will you marry us? Be my wife, and mother to Will and Jimmy?”

Her voice nearly failed her as she said, “Yes, I will. To all of that.”

“Kiss her Papa,” Will said.

“Yes, Papa,” echoed Jimmy.

He did, and she kissed him back. Breaking the embrace, she stood and moved to the side of the boys. “I just want you to know I love you both and will do my best to be a good mother to you.” Then she kissed both of them, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Why are you crying, Miss Martha? Aren’t you happy?” asked Will.

“I am the happiest girl in all Wyoming,” she said, as Luke took a ring from the small box and placed it on her finger.

Back Home

“Running a little late aren’t you, Sis?” Sarah asked.

“Yes, but I had a good reason. I had dinner with Luke, Will and Jimmy.”

“That’s good. So you’re getting along pretty good now?” Sarah said.

“I guess,” Martha replied, waving her hand around with the ring finger extended.

“Whoa, wait, let me see that.” She grabbed Martha’s hand. “He proposed?”

“Yes, actually they did. The boys were there all dressed up and everything and Luke said, “Will you marry us?”

“I am so happy for you. He really is a nice man and will make you a terrific husband. When?”

Martha replied, “We haven’t set a date, but I want it to be soon. We are going to have a honeymoon in San Francisco. It’s a place I’ve always wanted to go and before he even proposed he promised to take me. Will heard it and asked if he could go too. Luke asked me and I said yes. It will be a nice treat for them and a really good one for me. He’s planning to take Hetty to care for the boys.”

“Incredible. We need to get away for a few days too. Jedadiah works so hard and he really doesn’t have to but you can’t tell him that.” She hugged her sister tightly and began dancing, and singing, “We’re gonna have a wedding, we’re gonna have a wedding.”

“I would like for Mama and Papa to come out, but I haven’t mentioned it to Luke. I’ll bring it up when we start making plans.”

Luke continued his practice of bringing Will to school and picking him up afterward, Martha told Luke she had overheard Will telling some of his friends, “Papa is going to marry Miss Martha and she’s going to be my mother.”

“Well, it’s true,” said Luke. I’m sure going to marry Miss Martha.”

“And Miss Martha can hardly wait,” she said.

That evening after dinner and the boys had gone off to bed, they began making plans. “I want to be Mrs Luke Hastings as soon as possible,” she told Luke.

“I agree,” said Luke. “We need to take a trip to Laramie and get the license and make arrangements with John. Oh, you do want John to conduct the ceremony, don’t you?”

“Absolutely. It will delay things a bit, but if you don’t mind, could we have Mama and Papa come?”

“Good idea. Why don’t we send them a telegram and then wire the money for tickets? It won’t take nearly as long as postal service.”

“I didn’t know you could do that. How long would that take?”

“Well, a telegram gets there in a few hours and money would be the same. Let’s send them a telegram asking if they can come and have them answer back collect. If they can, then they would have the money the next day. It would mean we could get married two or three weeks sooner.”

“I’m for sooner. You’re wonderful, man of mine.” She sat in his lap and began kissing him on the neck and cheeks.

“Ummmm”, he said. “I like this.” He kissed her forehead, and her eyes. He moved to her cheeks, then began kissing the tender, soft skin on her neck. She arched her neck to allow him more access. She was moaning with pleasure. He moved his hand to her breast, and began massaging it.

“Wait,” she murmured. She unbuttoned several buttons down the front of her dress. “Now,” she said. “Touch me.”

She squirmed around and he slid his hand inside her dress and found the soft, skin of her breast. Cupping it, he rubbed the nipple, feeling it become firm and pebbly. She wrapped her arms around his next and found his mouth, Her insistent tongue demanded access. He opened his mouth and she was inside it immediately. Writhing with pleasure, her tongue met his and then retreated as he began exploring her mouth, all the while massaging her breast.

Disengaging, she leaned back, and looked at the handsome face in front of her and the questioning look in his eyes, she asked, “Would you like to make love to me?”

“Oh, God! More than anything in the world. Are you sure? Are you really sure?”

“I’m really sure. I would like for you to make love to me,” she said.

He stood, picked her up and carried her down the hall to his bedroom. Still holding her, he opened the door with one hand, walked in and lowered her to the bed. She stood, and finished unbuttoning her dress and let if fall to the floor. She kicked it out and began slowly removing the other layers of clothing. Stepping out of her pantaloons, she stood before his admiring eyes in all of her naked splendor. She turned ever so slowly, giving a full view of her body and all of its treasures.

“Now you,” she said.

He removed his shirt. She moved her hands over the muscles in his arms and his chest. She could feel herself becoming very wet in anticipation, as he stepped out of his trousers and then the long johns. His manhood, now free, stood stiffly erect. He took her in his arms, feeling the hot points of her breast against his chest. Arms around each other, they slowly danced to the nameless tune in the air around them. Slowly they backed to the bed and down onto it.

On her back, her eyes hooded with passion, she put her hand on his rigid shaft, Luke groaned as she massaged it back and forth. “Careful,” he said. It’s been a long time. She didn’t stop. He took her breast into his mouth and began caressing it with his tongue. He moved his hand slowly down her stomach, through the wiry hairs guarding the entrance. He massaged the folds at the entrance and slipped a finger inside. She felt the finger enter and begin moving, she arched her back to meet it. Moisture was pouring forth, making the interior very slick. When his finger touched the magic spot and began manipulating it, her moans grew, he could feel her body tense as she felt the beginning throes of climax. As the intensity grew, she writhed back and forth until, with a loud moan she relaxed.

“Do you have protection?” she asked. [Author’s note: The Comstock Act of 1873 made it illegal to ship obscene materials through the US Mails. Condoms were considered obscene. Store owners received their orders via Wells Fargo. They kept them under counters and out view of the genteel females that were customers. Luke had acquired his before Clara’s death and still had some.] He fumbled around and found one and began to don it. “Let me,” said Martha, and rolled it onto the erect shaft.

Luke lubricated it with her own juices, and then at the entrance to the vault, rubbed it against her, teasing her with a slight penetration and then withdrawal. When he did it again, she thrust her hips up to meet it and then groaned with the pleasure it gave her. She began moving against it with Luke pushing it further in each time. He felt her tense again and another climax was upon her. She was bucking, twisting and thrusting until she was spent.

He began moving up and down, in and out, with her eyes watching his face. When she saw the full force of desire move across his face, she began to undulate against him. They found a rhythm moving in counter thrusts. Clasping her arms tightly around him, she began increasing the speed of her movements. He began moving faster and harder, penetrating to the deepest part of her vault. The full force of climax hit them simultaneously. She elevated her hips as high as they would go to meet his pumping thrusts as he emptied himself inside her.

Spent, he lay on top of her, with some of his weight on his elbows. “You were magnificent,” she said. “It was everything I thought it would be.”

“Well,” he said. “You were pretty incredible yourself. I thoroughly enjoyed it myself, though there were times I nearly fell off.” He smiled and kissed her.

“It was your fault,” she said “You were the one that touched me and brought out all of the hidden passion.”

“I wish you didn’t have to go home. I wish you could stay the night,” he said.

“So do I,” she said, “but it would make for an uncomfortable situation in the morning in both households. Now that you have sampled the merchandise, do you still want to marry me?”

“More than ever, darling.”