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Rosemarie Ch. 01

By: softkisses



It was the end of July in Indianapolis Indiana, but even the privilege of living on Meridian Street in the most exclusive part of the city, just blocks from the Governor's mansion and the Booth Tarkingtons, didn't spare the Marion Thorntons and their guests from the oppressive summer heat of 1919. They were hosting their neighbors, the William Colliers, for dinner in honor of Mr. Collier's nephew, who was visiting from New York. Jake Collier worked for his father in the publishing business however had decided to take his uncle up on an invitation to visit them in Indiana for part of the summer. Therefore the Colliers, their two daughters and their nephew Jake were breaking bread with the Thorntons and their only child, their daughter, Rosemarie.

While they loved their daughter dearly, Marion and Evelyn Thornton were afraid that she was looked upon as somewhat over the hill by the young men of their acquaintance. While she was undeniably attractive, with dark hair, rosy cheeks and a lovely red mouth, at age 23 she was considered a bit long in the tooth by many. The fact that she had waited for three years for her fiancé to return from the war in Europe, only to have him return with a French bride, was completely beside the point. That, combined with her natural reserve, led many of the gossips of their circle to speculate that there was some untoward reason that she was unable to keep her young man's interest.

As a result of all this supposing, Rosemarie had few suitors however wasn't nearly as concerned about it as she knew her parents were. Truth be told, there were few amongst their acquaintance that held her interest. However, given her parents concern over her marital status, she had a sneaking suspicion that the dinner that they'd given wasn't so much to welcome Jake and demonstrate the hospitality that Hoosiers were so famous for, as to introduce him to their daughter.

Had Jake any idea that July in Indiana was the meteorological equivalent to the steam bath at the Yacht Club in New York, he would have postponed his visit. However, a young woman whom he'd been seeing a bit too regularly had been looking at him with definite matrimonial leanings, so it had seemed like an opportune time to put some distance between them. Now that he was here, it had occurred to him earlier in the evening that the dinner was not, perhaps, as innocent as it had seemed. However, as Rosemarie was not an unpleasant looking young woman, he didn't object to the manipulation. After all, his visit was only three weeks in length and then he'd be gone.

After dinner they retired to the large library, with the men taking up residence at one end and indulging in after dinner cigars, while the ladies settled in at the other and spoke of the upcoming social season in the fall. Mrs. Thornton mentioned that Rosemarie was also heading up a fundraiser for the downtown library in a few weeks in order to make some repairs to the building.

"Yes, Rose is an avid reader, Mr. Collier," Evelyn Thornton said to Jake in what she hoped was a subtle effort to give the two something in common to talk about. "I dare say she's read many of the things your father's company has published."

"Indeed, Miss Thornton?" Jake said, acknowledging Rosemarie politely. "And, what are you currently reading, if I may ask? I know we've published several new mysteries recently that have been very popular."

"Actually, I'm reading 'In Defense of Women'. Mother thinks it's a bit radical, but I think it has several interesting points," Rose said, noting the surprise on his face. "I don't believe that I agree with all it says, for instance I don't believe all men to be the bumbling fools that the author seems to label them, but I believe it has many distinguishing thoughts."

"I know many who share your opinion. I also know many who think Mr. Mencken is a complete fool, but it's mostly men who follow that train of thought so I suppose it's understandable," Jake said with a tinge of irony.

The two talked for a time more before Jake was drawn into conversation by his uncle and Mr. Thornton, largely involving the bank of which Mr. Thornton was president and the current projects that his uncle's architecture firm was involved in. Finally, shortly after ten the Colliers bid the Thorntons a good night and walked down the wide sidewalk to their equally impressive house next door. It was just a short time later that the occupants of both houses were in bed, seeking sleep in the midst of the stifling heat.

Rose woke up several hours later, bathed in perspiration. While both of her bedroom windows were already open, she crossed to the French doors that opened to the small balcony just outside her room and opened them, trying to encourage even the smallest hint of air circulation.

Crossing over to her washstand, she poured water from the pitcher into the large bowl and dipped a cloth into it. While the Thornton house had a large bath with a shower, Rose always kept the water pitcher in her room full in the summer for situations just like this one. She often rose in the middle of the night in order to cool off with a quick "bird bath" as her mother called them.

Lifting her waist length hair from her neck, she dipped the cloth in the water and ran it around her neck and then down her throat, stroking up and down as the water cooled her skin. Glancing at the French doors that were standing wide open, she dismissed her concern that anyone from the Collier residence would be up and about, and untied the front of her thin nightgown. Dipping the cloth in the basin once more, she stroked it down her chest and between her breasts where the moisture from her body had trickled. Unable to resist the temptation of cooling herself further, she slipped the straps of the gown down over her shoulders and arms to her waist and then down over her hips, until it lay at her feet in a limp pool of fabric. She felt decadent, standing in front of the open doors without a stitch on as she bathed herself, but the slight breeze combined with the water to provide some relief and cool her skin.

As she ran the cloth over her breasts and stomach, her mind drifted back to Arlen, her former fiancée, and their time together before he left for the war. While she was no loose woman, Rose was no prude either and recalled several Sunday afternoon drives when Arlen would pick her up in his new, enclosed Cadillac sedan and take her for a drive. They would often end up at their favorite spot along a secluded pond outside of the city and would indulge in some heavy petting. While they had never completely given into their carnal desires, Rose couldn't help but remember the feeling of his mouth upon her neck as he unbuttoned the front of her dress, or his hands upon her breasts, squeezing and caressing, circling the nipple with his thumb as he plundered her mouth with his tongue. The closest they had ever come to consummating their love was when they were reclining in the back seat of the car while Arlen had suckled her breasts as she caressed him through the fabric of his dark pants. That was the day that he'd unfastened his trousers and shown her how to please him with her hands. She had been an adept pupil and soon had him worked into a fever, with him ejaculating into her best linen handkerchief. After that they jested about making sure Rose brought a spare hankie along when they went for a drive.

As her thoughts had wandered, Rose had absently caressed herself with the wet cloth, returning to her breasts and traveling down over her stomach to the thatch of dark, downy curls over and over. Shaking herself back to the present, she patted herself dry with a towel and then retrieved a fresh nightgown from her bureau. Slipping back into bed, she had almost drifted off when a movement in the full length mirror which stood opposite the French doors caught her eye. At first she thought it was perhaps a lightning bug that she saw in the reflection, but then realized that what she saw was the small, steady red glow of....something. Then, to her astonishment, she saw Jake Collier wander out to the second floor terrace of the Collier residence, cigarette in hand.....the terrace that was directly across from her bedroom! Her face flushed with renewed heat as she realized that the Collier's guest rooms were on that side of the house on the second floor. But, surely he hadn't seen her...had he? As she looked at the spot where she'd stood in front of the bureau, she realized that she would have been standing directly in the ribbon of moonlight that fell across her floor. However, she had been standing far enough into the room that the only way anyone could have seen her would to have been to look straight in from the adjacent room at the Collier's. From the room that, it appeared, Jake Collier occupied!

Rose lay in bed, feeling embarrassment and humiliation, and then ... gradually .... something else. Because, as she lay in her bed, she saw that Jake was looking intently toward her open doors and she thought about what he'd just seen. This man who had spent the evening with her family and was scheduled to spend another three weeks with his relatives had just seen her completely nude. Nude in a way that no one, save her mother, ever had. And, for reasons that she couldn't quite explain, she suddenly found that knowledge exciting. She continued to watch him in her mirror as he stood, wearing nothing but his trousers, casually leaning over the iron rail of the second floor terrace as he finished his cigarette, his eyes still trained on her open doors. Was....was he waiting for her to return? To perhaps reveal herself to him once again?

All of these thoughts ran tumultuously thought her mind as she lay there and watched his reflection until he took one last drag on his cigarette, flicked it over the rail and then returned to his room. As Rose looked at his retreating form, she knew that it would be a good long while before sleep found her that night.

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Jake had been unable to sleep as well, with the combination of the abysmal heat and the thoughts of the young woman that he'd met that night running through his mind. In just the short time they'd conversed he found her interests, at least in reading material, to be different than most of the young ladies of his set back in New York. Their tastes ran to romances and mysteries, while Rose had surprised him with her interest a book of heavier substance. He had also been surprised that she had recently read and absorbed a book about the Ottoman Empire and the political upheaval that had resulted in the assassinations of Archduke Ferdinand and his wife, Sophie, leading up to the war that had just been fought. A beautiful woman who showed an interest in the realms of the world which were not directly related to her own corner of it was a bit out of Jake's area of expertise. 

In Jake's world he was known as a distinguished young man who would one day inherit his father's publishing empire, not simply by the fact of heredity, but also because of his business sense. He talked intelligently about numerous subjects with men who were decades his senior, always leaving the impression of a coolly intellectual young businessman who would go far in the world. As a result, Jake experienced his intellectual stimulation either with the men that he worked with or the men at the club, not from his lady friends.

Jake, as many men of the day, divided the women of his own age into two categories; those you married and those you slept with. The former were the young ladies of society whom you escorted to all the right parties in all the right places attended by all the right people. Your names were linked in the newspaper and your families brunched together on Sundays. These young women, while most were attractive and witty in their own way, knew that their reputation was one of their biggest bargaining chips in the matrimonial sense. Therefore, many clung to their virtue until their wedding nights or, at the very least, until an engagement ring was on their finger, a date was set and the invitations sent out, before they allowed their betrothed to sample the forbidden fruit. These were the women who would be the mother of your children, your partner through life and a reflection of you; therefore a man had to choose carefully and not do his thinking with his cock.

The latter kind of woman was much easier to deal with, in Jake's opinion. Every few months or so Jake and two or three of his friends would make the trip to Atlantic City to, supposedly, enjoy the shore and fresh seafood. In actuality they spent their time enjoying the charms of the girls in Lady Lilly's brothel. While Jake had dallied with a few of the local girls here and there, over the years he had decided he preferred the women at Lilly's for a variety of reasons. He hated to build up the hopes of some of the young women in the area whom he met at the beach or along the boardwalk, young ladies who were looking for a prospective husband and were sometimes willing to spread their legs for someone as handsome and prosperous as he, in hopes that it was a gamble that would pay off with a marriage proposal. After a particularly tearful parting with a young miss that he'd spent the better part of a week with, and a good portion of that time plundering her delightful little pussy in one of the beachfront hotels, he'd decided that he'd limit his future encounters to professional women. Women who knew the score and, for the right price, relieved his stiff cock AND his conscience all at the same time.

His favorite girl at Lady Lilly's was an enthusiastic young Jewess named Rebekkah with long dark hair, large, soulful brown eyes and beautiful, pendulous breasts with large dark brown nipples. She was always thrilled to see him and would drag him up the stairs for hours of spirited fucking in any and every position known to man. Rebekkah had taught Jake a wide variety of ways to please a woman and introduced him to more ways that a woman could pleasure a man than he had known existed. He had always wondered how someone who was as young as she could have developed such a sexual repertoire, but decided to not question it too deeply and just thank his lucky stars for it. It was she who first introduced him to the delights of oral stimulation and he would never forget the first time she had closed her mouth over his swollen cock and taken the entire length down her throat, working it in and out until he had shot his cum and she had swallowed each and every drop. She had also been the first woman who had allowed him into her rear entry, showing him how to ease the way with fingers coated in sweet oil before thrusting his thick cock into her tiny brown opening. He'd developed an immediate affinity for that particular pleasure and loved to grasp her hips and rock her back onto his length over and over, as the sounds of their grunts and slapping skin had filled the room.

But the thing that he had liked the best about her was her complete lack of inhibition when it came to nudity. Most of the women that he'd been with, those who WEREN'T prostitutes, had felt the need to cover themselves with either sheets, blankets, robes or nightgowns immediately after sex. He'd always thought it odd that, even though they may have just fucked their brains out, the woman would immediately feel the need to cover the body that he'd been laying on top and inside of just moments before. However, Rebekkah was happy to walk around as naked as the day she was born from the time that he would arrive at Lady Lilly's until he left. As a matter of fact, she would often walk him to the front door and kiss him a passionate goodbye without a stitch of clothing on as if it were nothing out of the ordinary. Jake enjoyed nothing better than waking up and seeing her standing naked by the window, allowing his eyes to travel over every inch of her body. He loved the female form and, during the weeks that he traveled to Atlantic City, he always got to indulge in that pleasure to his hearts content.

However, before he'd come to visit his uncle there had been no time to make a much needed trip to relieve many of the tensions that had built up, not only at work but by the teasing of Mabel Claridge ,who was determined to link her name to his in the matrimonial announcements in the newspaper. She would unfailingly find a way to innocently press her breasts against his arm as she leaned over to whisper to him, or allow her hand to briefly run along the inside of his leg as they were at the theater. While he had finally realized that he would never see her as marriage material, she had managed to put him in an erotic mindset that had had no outlet. Therefore, as he had sat in his room at his uncle's house at two AM after the dinner at the Thornton's, Jake could hardly believe his eyes and his good fortune.

He had been too hot to sleep for long, thus he found himself sitting in a chair facing the doors that opened out onto the second floor terrace of the large, stone house. He was smoking a cigarette, his head leaning against the back of the chair when he saw the French doors of one of the second story bedrooms in the Thornton house open. He watched as Rosemarie opened them wide and stood for a moment, running her hand down her throat to remove the moisture there. He watched as she moved back into the room, as she poured the water into the large bowl on the bureau. He realized that she would be unable to see him if she looked over, that he was sitting deep in the dark room. However the moonlight spilled directly through her doors, creating the perfect pale spotlight in this erotic performance. He continued to watch as she stroked the cloth down her throat and over her chest, then his breath caught as he saw her look his way before she unlaced the front of her gown. He felt the throb of his cock pressing against his pants as he watched the thin, white covering slither down her body until she stood there in the moonlight, her body completely exposed to his gaze. His eyes traveled hungrily over the lush curves of her breasts, seen only in profile but incredible just the same. He continued down over the womanly curve to her waist and soft swell of her stomach, just barely catching a glimpse of the patch of dark hair between her softly turned thighs. And her ass! What a perfectly formed delight, neither too flat or too full, just two perfectly curved globes that begged to be cupped and caressed by a man's hands.

How was it possible that she had hidden that luscious body beneath the dress that she'd worn earlier? Its modest cut had made her seem to have an ordinary, trim figure but the woman that he was watching could have been the inspiration for Venus herself!

He continued to watch as she ran the cloth over her body over and over again, seemingly caught up in a trance, whether caused by the heat or something else, he couldn't tell. All he knew was he was loath for the performance to end when he saw her remove the fresh nightgown from the bureau and slip it over her head. He sucked in another draught on his cigarette as he saw her pass from his sight back into the room, presumably to return to bed and seek the elusive sleep that they both craved.

He wandered out onto the terrace, leaning against the rail to finish his cigarette and to try to alleviate the pressure in his crotch. He once again pondered this woman whom he'd met that night. A woman who was demure on the outside, had an active, intelligent mind, and who had a body that could rival that of any woman that he'd ever known, both socially AND carnally. He wondered how he could ever act in a casual manner towards her when they next met, having seen her as he just had. He didn't know what the next three weeks would bring, but he suddenly found himself hoping that the heat of the summer wouldn't break anytime soon!

Rosemarie Ch. 02



The following day brought no relief from the summer heat but, as Hoosiers did, they simply accepted and persevered through it. Jake had accompanied his uncle to work at his architectural firm downtown and was impressed by many of the plans that he was shown. His uncle's firm dealt in both residential and commercial architecture, so Jake was kept busy for most of the day as he was familiarized with the large expansion that was being planned for the east side of town. While he was genuinely interested in the boom of progress that Indianapolis was in the midst of, his thoughts often strayed to the vision that he had encountered next door last night.

The object of his ponderings had been similarly preoccupied, knowing that her skin bore a flush that had little to do with the weather for most of the day. While she had tried to dismiss the thoughts of what had occurred the previous night, she found herself returning to them over and over. The more that she thought about the fact that Jake Collier had seen her standing naked in the moonlight in her room, no matter how innocently on her part, the more she felt her body react. She felt the moisture build between her legs, as it did on the occasions in which she pleasured herself with her fingers. While she was a virgin, she wasn't ignorant of her own body and, at twenty three years of age, knew how to bring herself relief when her hormones were raging.

She had received quite an education from her favorite cousin, Cousin Mildred or Milly as she was known. Milly's mother and Rose's were sisters, with Milly's family living in an affluent area of Chicago. She was a petite redheaded beauty and, much to her mother's vexation, was quite a wild child; but Rose adored her and loved it when she visited them in Indianapolis. On one such visit, when Rose had been sixteen and Milly nearly nineteen, they had been talking about beaus in Rose's room one evening. Milly had shocked Rose by revealing she wasn't a virgin and hadn't been for quite some time. Rose knew that she should have disapproved but couldn't restrain her natural curiosity and began, hesitantly at first but then with greater boldness, to ask questions about relations between men and women. She figured that she wouldn't have this opportunity often and might as well take advantage of her cousin's surprisingly vast experience with the opposite sex.

Milly revealed that she had lost her virginity to her father's business partner in, of all places, her father's office on his leather couch. While she admitted that it had hurt dreadfully the first time, the second time began a string of experiences that Milly found she enjoyed greatly. Over Cousin Milly's month long visit she educated Rose to the fact that there were an infinite variation of positions in which a man and woman could fuck, that men had cocks of all different shapes and sizes and she went into detail as to the pleasures that each could bring, not forgetting to depart the tidbit that it was possible to fuck two men at one time if you used both your pussy and your ass hole. As if this wasn't dumbfounding enough to Rose, she was even more amazed by the odd fetishes that Milly had experienced from a variety of her male acquaintances, including a gentleman whom she'd met who enjoyed nothing more intensely than sucking on her toes and another who became aroused at the sight of her tied to the bed.

"But, I have to say, my favorite is The Spanker," Cousin Milly had admitted with a mischievous glint to her eye.

"Spanker?!?! You mean you really allow him to give you a spanking?" Rose asked in astonishment.

"Allow? I beg him for it. Once, when I really had been a bit bratty during our evening out, he tipped me over his lap when we got back to his apartment, raised up my dress and began smacking away at my behind until it was beet red," Milly said, the cheeks of her face flushed with pleasure. "I kicked and screamed bloody murder at first but, somehow in the middle of all of it, I began to get terribly excited. He did too, so he bent me over the back of the divan and fucked me silly. Ever since then I feel as if I'm being neglected if I don't get at least one good ass warming a week. I can tell by the expression on your face that this is all news to you," she finished, highly amused by the high color in Rosemarie's face and her slack jaw. "I'll bet you had no idea that spanking is something that you could enjoy."

"No, I didn't," Rose had said, dazedly. "I know that Father spanks Mother when she's overspent or done something that he doesn't feel reflects well on our family. But, from what I've gathered when I've...accidentally...overheard them in their bedroom, I don't think it's at all like what you just said. I remember asking Mother about it once and she said that her father had disciplined all of her brothers and sisters that way as they were growing up and, before she was married, he had had a talk with Father and said that it would be his job to carry on now. That, as a head of a household, it would be his duty to take his wife (meaning Mother) and children in hand. Mother has said that she likes it that way, because once it's over, the incident isn't brought up again and the air is cleared. But, she didn't ever say anything about enjoying it!"

"Well now, she wouldn't, would she?" Millie had said, winking at her.

Cousin Millie had also been the one who showed her how to relieve the tension in her body by manipulating the small bead buried in the curls between her legs and to recognize the moisture there for what it was, that it was the evidence that she was a normal, healthy young woman who had a young woman's desires. Rose had found this particular bit of instruction most useful later after a few evenings of heavy petting with Arlen and after he'd gone off to war.

Rose now recognized those same urges whenever she thought of Jake Collier's eyes roving over her unsuspecting body the night before and knew that she would have to seek relief in the privacy of her own room that night.

The day and then evening wore on until night had descended upon the large house once more. Before she went to bed that night, Rose chewed her lip for a moment and then crossed over to the French doors, opening them wide as she had the night before. She then retreated out of sight to her bed and hiked her gown up around her waist and probing her wet pussy lips until she located her hard, little clit, rubbing it until she tensed and then gasped quietly in relief. Feeling limp, she smoothed her gown back and hoped that sleep would overtake her.

For a while she was successful but, with the heat repeating itself as it had the night before, she once again woke sometime shortly after 1 AM. She lay there for a while, fighting the urge to indulge in the relief that the water would bring to her body, however finally sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Before her feet hit the floor, she froze in place as something in the mirror's reflection caught her eye. Then, she saw it. The tiny glow from the room directly across from hers at the Collier's house. The glow that she now realized was the tip of a cigarette as it was inhaled. That could only mean that Jake Collier was also awake and was once again facing the open doors of her balcony.

Rose sat there for a moment, her head swirling with thoughts that, at first, seemed indecent but then gradually became too much to resist. With what she hoped was the same casual air that she had had last night, Rose crossed the room and, once more, stepped into the narrow sliver of light that lit the area in front of her bureau. She poured the water into the large basin again, surprised to see that her hands were steady even thought her heart felt like it was beating out of her chest. She sat the pitcher down and, before she picked up the wash cloth this time, she unbuttoned the front of the gown, pushed it off her shoulders and let it slither to the floor.

Rose picked up her hairbrush and ran it through her long, brown tresses then wound them into a loose knot on top of her head, securing it with a few pins. Picking up the cloth, she began the slow, languid movements of dipping it into the water and smoothing it over her hot, damp skin. Her movements seemed completely natural as she dropped her head back and stroked down her throat and between her breasts once again, running the cloth beneath each breast. As she rinsed the cloth out, a sudden wicked idea formed in her head and, as she bent at the waist and ran the cloth down her right leg, she shifted her weight to her left, rotating her body so that she was now fully facing the open doors. She dipped the cloth into the basin and ran it as far down between her shoulder blades as she could reach and then, feeling decadent in a way she never had before, she brought it to her chest and, dropping her head back again, squeezed. A thin trickle of water ran down her chest, between her breasts, over the valley of her stomach and then disappeared into the dark triangle between her thighs.

If Jake Collier were able to see her face he would only have seen a woman with closed eyes bathing herself in the privacy of her room. However he wouldn't have been able to see her eyes just barely cracked open and trained on the dark space between his open terrace door at the house opposite hers. He wouldn't realize that she saw the nearly steady glow of the tip of his cigarette as he took deep drags on it while he felt his cock bulging in his shorts. He would have no way of knowing that, at some point, Rose had begun to enjoy her part in this seduction, although neither of them would have consciously called it that. For Jake, he knew he was playing the part of a voyeur to what he believed to be an innocent performance. For Rose, she felt a power that she had never known before with a man, the power to captivate him with her body. It was a private, heady experience for each of them.

Rose turned back towards the basin and, in one last casually orchestrated move, faced away from the door and bent over, slowly smoothing the cloth down one leg and up the other while providing the man whom she knew was watching her an unobstructed view of her beautifully curved behind. Finally reaching for the towel, she gently patted her skin dry, once again lingering upon the soft slope of the top of her breast and then moving to the full globe underneath. Then she knelt to retrieve the gown at her feet, making a show of raising her arms over her head, which curved her back and thrust out her breasts and posterior into an enticing curve, and then letting the light material slip down over her body once more, lightly wiggling her hips as she pulled it down over them. She loosened the pins from her hair and let it cascade down her back before turning away from the door and returning to her bed.

Once there, she kept her eyes trained upon the reflection in the long, freestanding mirror on the wall opposite the French doors and, a few moments later, saw a male figure emerge onto the terrace next door. Thanks to several large potted plants placed there, he was afforded a bit of privacy. This was fortunate for him at the moment, as he was wearing nothing but knee length knit undershorts which had a decidedly large bulge in their front. Rose watched in breathless wonder and she allowed her gaze to travel over his body, as she knew his had been raking hers just moments before. The dampness returned between her legs as she watched him untie the string at the waist of the shorts and free his straining cock from its confines. Her hand once more traveled beneath her gown and between her legs as she watched Jake Collier grasp his cock in his right hand and begin to pump it up and down, his chest heaving as he gasped in the hot, humid air of the summer night. Unconsciously, she timed the stroking of her fingers with his hand as it pumped his cock until she saw him throw back his head. His body jerked and a stream of liquid glimmered in the moonlight as it shot through the air and over the metal railing of the terrace, as Rose's body arched off the bed in release for the second time that night.

As they both fought to catch their breath, though they were a hundred feet apart, they each wondered to themselves what they would encounter next on this path that they seemed to be on and, perhaps even more importantly, what lay at the end.



Rosemarie Ch. 03



Rosemarie felt a jolt of apprehension mixed with anticipation when she returned from shopping downtown and her mother told her that they would be having an informal dinner at the Collier's that evening. William Collier had just had a large stone outdoor cooking pit built in his back yard and wanted to try it out. Therefore the Thorntons had been invited to an alfresco dinner with croquet afterwards.

Rosemarie wondered if she would be able to maintain an air of unawareness with Mr. Jake Collier in such close proximity. But, in a way that she'd never experienced before, she was anticipating being near him to see the reaction that she inspired in him.

Shortly before six the Thorntons arrived, with the ladies dressed in light linen dresses and the men in cool, white linen suits. The air of informality meant that the men dispensed with their shirt collars for the evening while Rose wore her hair down in a long thick braid which was drawn to the side and had wrapped a brightly colored red scarf around her hair as a headband.

Jake approved of the casual mode of her dress and hairstyle, thinking that she looked lovely with the headscarf matching the color of her red lips. An unbidden question as to whether her nipples might be the same vibrant shade suddenly crossed his mind, however he immediately pushed it out of his thoughts in order to maintain a casual attitude towards her. As it was, she had been seated across from Jake and to the right, so that he could keep her in his line of peripheral vision without appearing to focus on her.

In spite of the heat, the evening passed pleasantly with many compliments to Mr. Collier and the steaks that he'd prepared on the barbecue pit, which, in addition to the rest of the food made for a very satisfying meal. The discussion had turned to tennis, with Mr. Collier mentioning that Jake had made a name for himself amongst the younger players at his club in New York.

"Well, if you're hankering for a game, we had some fine courts installed at the country club just last year," Marion Thornton said. "I'd be happy to take you there over the weekend. Eve and Rose play too, Rose is a fine player if I do say so myself. Sometimes Eve and I will play against Rosie and Jim Tatum's son. Jim is the vice president at the bank"

"That sounds like a fine idea. Perhaps Miss Rosemarie would allow me to partner with her this weekend and the four of us could play," Jake said with studied casualness.

"Well, what do you think, Rose? Have you any plans for Saturday morning?" her father asked, secretly pleased that Jake had mentioned inviting Rose along.

"I was supposed to go to Maud Trimble's and look at her scrapbook from Europe, but I imagine I can cancel that without a great difficulty. Besides," Rose said, winking at Betsy, the Collier's sixteen year old daughter who was in the same class as Maud's younger sister, "I have it on very good authority that it's deadly dull and Maud just goes on and on about a convent that she visited in France."

Jake noticed the interaction and made a mental note of it to perhaps learn a bit more about Rosemarie without it seeming too obvious to his Uncle and Aunt. He was a bit surprised at her supposed athletic ability and wondered what other talents the quiet and heretofore somewhat aloof young woman might possess. Once again, this caused his mind to wander to the forbidden, so he tried to focus on the conversation that his uncle and Mr. Thornton were having about the stock market.

With dinner over, the two Collier girls and Rose, along with Jake, Mr. Collier and Mr. Thornton made their way to the wide expanse of the back lawn where the croquet wickets had been imbedded in the ground and began a game of croquet. Rose was quite good at this also, as Jake soon found out when she struck his ball so hard with hers that it took him four strokes to just get back into the game. However, he wasn't playing his best as he was constantly distracted. When Rose would bend over to tap her ball through a wicket, he couldn't help but notice the back of her dress as it draped over what he knew to be soft, shapely buttocks. In her delight over an excellent shot that her father made, she bounced up and down for a moment as she clapped her hands, wreaking havoc with his thoughts as he envisioned her lush, lovely breasts bouncing up and down under their innocent coverings. As she walked, the long braid swayed back and forth across her back, reminding him of her coiling her hair on top of her head just the night before, which had revealed the exquisite curve of her back and shoulders tapering down to her perfectly full hips.

The croquet game ended with Rose as the victor, and the Thorntons leaving shortly afterwards. That night, when almost all were in bed, the exchange between the watcher and the watched continued as Jake found himself waiting up until he observed Rose bathe herself once more. That night, he was treated to the sight of her smoothing talcum powder over her skin once she'd patted it dry from her ministrations. She caressed herself with the puff as she dipped it into the powder box several times, taking great care with her breasts and brushing away any excess powder from the area of her nipples. Jake found himself expelling into the handkerchief that he'd had the presence of mind to retain when he'd removed his clothing that evening, as he watched her dip the puff into the powder box and stroke it up and down between her thighs, beginning at her left knee and then moving up to the patch between her legs and completing the voyage down her right leg. He couldn't restrain the long groan that escaped his lips as he watched her turn, with the moon white globes of her perfect ass facing him as she twisted around in order to pat the puff upon them and then distribute the powder over them with light caresses of her hands. As Jake pumped himself dry into the handkerchief, he found himself fervently hoping that the weather would maintain a status quo for the remainder of his visit.

This pattern was established each night and Jake found himself thinking about Miss Rosemarie Thornton nearly every waking minute and then, having her invade his dreams at night. After one particularly vivid dream in which he would have sworn that he could feel her soft, soft body moving beneath his and her passionate moans in his ear, he had to get up and stand under the cool water of the shower in the bath adjoining his bedroom for a good fifteen minutes in order to get any sleep at all that night. 

Rose, for her part, was having similar difficulties. While she found her nightly ritual incredibly exhilarating, she found it becoming more and more difficult for her to satisfy herself with her fingers. She constantly thought of his handsome face with the strong, sharp jawline which she wanted to caress with her lips, his thick brown hair that seemed to be made for fingers to run through, his dark brown eyes which, were they to look at her in an intimate way would surely make her knees turn to butter, and his strong, athletic physique which gave wing to some very daring flights of fancy.

In one of their most recent intimate talks, which had occurred around the New Year, Cousin Milly had asked if Rose had yet taken a lover. Rose had simply laughed, long past being shocked by anything Milly said or did, and said that she had apparently become the oldest living virgin in Indianaoplis, to which Milly had responded thus.

"Rose, you can't wait forever. I know that you're as straight laced as they come, but you're wasting some of the best years of your life," she had said in a serious tone. "You're a young woman, Rose, and you need to know what it feels like to have a man in your bed. I'll tell you true, until you've had a man on top of you, skin to skin, with your legs wrapped around his waist and his cock buried in your pussy, fucking you as if there's no tomorrow, you'll never really understand what being a woman means."

Rose had once again laughed and said that she appreciated the advice but, as she couldn't exactly put an ad in the newspaper, she'd just have to maintain her spinsterhood until the right man came along.

While Rose had no idea if Jake was the right man, she knew that she couldn't stop thinking about him. During the day they would exchange a casual wave or hello if they saw each other, like the casual acquaintances that they were. But, more and more often at night, Rose couldn't help but think about what Cousin Milly had said and associate that idea with Jake Collier. Just the night before, he had strolled out upon the upper terrace once again wearing only the thin, knee length knit undershorts. They left very little to the imagination and she began to wonder what it would feel like to take Jake Collier as her first lover. Given that he was thirty and seemed every inch the man of the world, she imagined that he had considerable experience with women. She had overheard her father and Mr. Collier talking one day about it being healthy for a young man to sow his wild oats before marriage in order to get it out of his system. In their opinion, it was important for a man to know as much about sex as possible in order to teach his wife the finer points of the art and maintain a healthy marriage. Rose was sure that Jake must be well versed in that respect and her pussy grew as wet as she could ever remember at the thought of him being the one to teach her about sex, whether in the marriage bed or elsewhere! 

Saturday rolled around and the Colliers and the Thornton's made their way to the exclusive country club of which both families were members. Mr. and Mrs. Collier headed off for the golf links, as Mr. and Mrs. Thornton faced off against Rose and Jake on the tennis court. Marion and Evelyn were so soundly trounced in the first game that the ladies switched partners to even things out. The second game was more evenly matched and Jake and Evelyn came out the victors. Afterwards they sat at a table outside, enjoying refreshing lemonade as they discussed the events of the upcoming week.

Evelyn and Rose were planning a shopping trip to LS Ayers to search for something new to wear to the formal dance being hosted at the country club next Friday. Rose had pointed out that she had the new frock that had been a gift from Millie's mother, Aunt Dora, last Christmas but Evelyn wanted to see if Ayers had anything that Rose might like a little better. Marion asked Jake if he was planning on attending the event and Jake said that this was the first that he'd heard of it.

By this time the Colliers had returned from the links and all parties retired to the newly installed shower rooms to freshen up and change clothes. Marion inquired if Jake would like to take a steam bath and Jake responded, with an ironically humorous tinge to his tone, that he'd been taking one ever since he'd arrived in Indiana, which prompted both of the older men to chuckle appreciatively. After a quick shower, the men toweled off and Jake mentioned the upcoming dance to his uncle.

"Oh, of course. Certainly, we plan to attend, it just slipped my mind," Bill Collier said, running the towel over his stomach. "I've just been distracted a bit, what with Trudy harping about that new dining room set that she feels that she can't live without."

Marion Thornton knew that his wife and Gertrude "Trudy" Collier were best friends, but he sometimes felt irritation towards the woman who was, in his words, a "pouter" if she didn't get her way.

"I tell you, Bill, I know we've discussed this before, but there's nothing wrong with your wife that a good, old fashioned spanking wouldn't take care of," Marion said, after taking a quick look around the bench area to make sure they were alone and could speak freely.

"I'll tell you, after this last week, that idea holds a definite appeal," Bill said, whipping the towel behind his back and grasping the ends with both hands as he vigorously buffed the water off. "She's decided to withhold certain...marital rights until I come around to her way of thinking."

Jake listened to the exchange with more than a little interest, having been unaware of any tensions between his aunt and uncle. However, it was Marion Thornton's next statements that piqued his curiosity.

"That would never happen in my home. Eve and I don't disagree on much, but there are times when she knows that she's being unreasonable and knows that if it continues, she'll end up taking a trip across my lap" Marion said, emphatically. "I know that many look at it as an old fashioned notion in this day and age, but it's worked very well for us over the years."

"I can't imagine even trying that with Trudy," Bill sighed. "She'd scream like a banshee."

"Let her. Before you start, tell her exactly why you're doing it and then turn her over your knee. Don't stop until she's bright red and too sore to sit for a while and is completely repentant. Although, I suppose it's easy for me to say," Marion said, thoughtfully. "Evelyn's father discussed his feelings about it with me before she and I were married, and then she and I talked about it. We both decided that it was the way we wanted to resolve conflicts in our marriage as it keeps anger and hurt feelings from dragging out for weeks. Her father had told me that he delivered his wife's first spanking on their wedding night, so that she would know what to expect if the situation would arise in which he felt it was needed. His children also knew if they misbehaved that there would be consequences to pay, no matter what their age. It set the pattern for their life together and, therefore, it was infrequently needed. I thought this was an excellent idea so Eve and I followed suit on our wedding night."

"Well, a wedding night spanking is hardly the same thing, now is it?" Bill said with a bit of a lecherous grin on his face. Jake, for his part, was amused and a bit stimulated at the thought of the very elegant, attractive Evelyn Thornton laying across her husband's lap as a corrective spanking was administered!

"Now, that's what I'm saying, it was no titillation spanking, Bill. On our wedding night I spanked her good and proper, not holding anything back, until her behind looked like it was on fire and she was crying to beat the band. Then I sat her on my lap and kissed away her tears and we both knew exactly what to expect if the situation would ever arise. THEN, we got along to the more....pleasant aspects of our wedding night," Marion said, with a conspiratorial wink at Jake. "I have to say that even after all these years, I can't administer a spanking without a definite feeling of arousal, and it's nearly always reciprocated."

"Perhaps it's something that I could consider, after all. Because, unfortunately, I'm beginning to see some of Trudy's less admirable qualities appear in Betsy and Agnes," Bill said, grimacing. "Agnes was very pert to me last week and I withheld her allowance for it. But I'm not sure she wouldn't have benefited more from having her behind tanned. Although, I suppose they're getting a bit big for that kind of thing."

"They're never too big," Marion said firmly, as he buttoned his shirt and tucked it neatly into his slacks. "Rose was twenty one when I gave her her last spanking. She had been visiting her cousin, Mildred, in Chicago and came home deciding she was going to take up smoking. I told her that I felt it was a nasty, unattractive habit for a young woman to pick up and told her I wouldn't allow it in my home. Well, I'd found several half smoked cigarettes in the bushes beneath her balcony, so I knew she'd disobeyed me, and I finally caught her at it on the patio. When I confronted her about it, she said that I was just being silly and old fashioned, so I sat down on the chaise, took her over my knee, flipped her skirts up over her back and took down her drawers. I told her if she was going to act like a child who couldn't be trusted, I would treat her as such and blistered her bottom well and proper. She cried good and hard but, when it was over, she put her arms around me and apologized. As long as you're the head of your household, Bill, they're NEVER too old."

Jake's mind was reeling at the thought of the young, intelligent woman having her incredibly attractive behind paddled by her father, the mental image of Marion's words being seared into his mind. He had to admit, he'd heard of men disciplining their wives in this manner, but always imagined the husbands as brutes and the wives as repressed women who cowered in fear of them. However Marion and Evelyn Thornton were neither of these, and Jake couldn't help but wonder what Rosemarie's feelings would be on the subject. He was brought back to the present by Marion's voice.

"I hope I haven't shocked you by this talk, Jake. But, I think it's probably fair to say that you've had a woman or two across your lap, just not in the same manner," Marion said, his clear blue eyes twinkling at the younger man.

"Yes, your father tells me that you take several trips a year to Atlantic City to .. ahem ..enjoy the fresh air" Bill joined in with a chuckle as he adjusted his tie. "It's too bad that you're wasting your time on all that fresh air, when you could be getting your prick milked at Lady Lilly's."

"You know about Lady Lilly's?" Jake said in amused surprise. This day was turning out to be full of unexpected information!

"Know of it? That's where your grandfather took your father and I to learn about the facts of life! That was back when Lilly was still working the rooms, as a matter of fact it was Lilly herself who made a man of me! My god, she and her sister Sally were the two best whores in the place. I remember one weekend your dad and I took Lilly and Sally back to our hotel with us.....all four of us in one room! That was a weekend I'll never forget. Yes, Lilly was the best fuck I've ever had," Bill said with a nostalgic smile as he tied his shoes.

They spent another ten minutes talking about former conquests, with Marion Thornton, the staid president of the First Bank and Trust of Indianapolis, surprising them with the story of a farmer's daughter when he was going to college in Bloomington. The story involved her mountainous tits, a bareback ride on a farm horse as she sat in his lap facing him, and his dick pounding into her pussy as the horse broke into a trot going across a field!

Rejoining the women, they were in a jovial humor and enjoyed a pleasant lunch outside on the grounds of the club. Afterwards, Jake surprised Rose by asking if she would show him the rest of the grounds. As they walked toward the stables, Rose was greeted by several young ladies who normally either ignored her or looked at her with a bit of pity.

"You know quite a few people; do you spend a great deal of time here?" Jake asked.

"You'll find that nothing makes a woman more interesting to other women than being in the company of a handsome man," Rose said with a hint of irony.

"What do you mean?' Jake wondered, although he had an inkling. He had talked to his cousin Betsy and she had told him of Rose's broken engagement.

"I was engaged before the war to a young man named Arlen Milton. His family owns three canning factories in town and we'd been seeing each other since high school. He didn't want us to marry before he finished college, and then he told me that he didn't want to marry until he came back from the war. His excuse was that he was afraid of leaving me a widow with a child if he didn't come back. Imagine my surprise when Johnny came marching home with a French bride," Rose said sardonically. "Many of my family's acquaintance seem to feel that the flaw must have been on my part, since I couldn't hold onto him."

"What utter rubbish," Jake said, disdainfully. "You certainly don't believe that, do you? The loss was entirely his."

"No, of course I don't believe it. But, it's not something that you can go out and protest at the top of your lungs without drawing even more attention to yourself," she said, secretly pleased by the latter part of his comment. "But, in any case, his bride is welcome to him. It's only recently I've discovered that, while we were engaged, he was spending time warming the sheets with two girls here at the club."




Rosemarie Ch. 03



Rose said the last without thinking, then gasped as the realization of her crass words soaked in and her face turned beet red.

"I apologize, Mr. Collier that was very vulgar of me. Please forgive me," she said in a mortified tone.

"Firstly, my name is Jake, 'Mr. Collier" is my father and uncles. Secondly, the bastard deserves any crass and vulgar thing that's said about him. And, lastly, I stand by my original statement. The loss is entirely his," Jake said, looking directly into her eyes. He was gratified by the maidenly look of gratitude. God, what would this young woman think of him if she knew that he'd lusted after her luscious body as she innocently bathed in the heat of night?!?

"You're being very kind, Jake," Rose smiled, a bit shyly. She wondered at herself, being able to carry on a conversation of this depth, all the while thinking of the occasions over the past week in which she had shamelessly displayed her body to his gaze, without him being aware that she knew it, and had seen him in intimate moments as well. She found herself liking him more and more as she spent time with him. Should she continue her late night teasing?

"It's nothing, nothing at all. Now, these are the stables?" he continued, wanting to get the conversation back on a less intimate keel. 

They walked around the grounds with Rose showing him the stables, golf course, the site for the new pool which would be installed within the next two years and several other parts of the club. By the time they returned to the others, it was time to be heading back home.

They took the long way around and showed Jake the other magnificent homes on Meridian Avenue. The massive brick and block stone dwellings which housed the most upper of Indianapolis's upper crust were impressive, with their perfectly manicured lawns and detailed landscaping. Several of the mansions had very tall hedges completely surrounding the back yards, as the Colliers and the Thornton's did. There was an eight foot tall solid hedge surrounding both of their back yards, but there was a metal arbor and gate that had been constructed in them, linking the two yards as they frequently socialized. It made the yards quiet and secluded, as if you were miles from the middle of town.

Upon returning to their homes they bid the others farewell and promised to meet at the Thornton's again the next day for brunch. Before she went inside, Rose heard her name called and saw Jake striding across the side lawn between their houses, waving a tennis racket at her. She laughed, realizing that she'd forgotten it in the Collier's car.

"Sorry, I'm a bit addle headed today, I'm afraid," she said with a smile, accepting the racket.

"Don't mention it. Actually, I'm glad that it gave me an excuse to see you privately for a moment," Jake said, his hand lingering on the racket. "My uncle mentioned the dance at the club next Friday and I wondered if you'd allow me to escort you?"

Rose was immensely surprised, as it had been a while since she'd been invited out by a man, and the fact that Jake had only shown what appeared to her as a casual interest in her, at least by day, up until this point. However she found herself agreeing to his invitation, as well as the suggestion that perhaps they could take in a moving picture sometime during the following week. They then parted, both wondering what the following week might hold.



Rosemarie Ch. 04



I apologize for the long display in between chapters, I hope you haven't lost interest in our naughty innocent!

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With the weather remaining stifling over the next three days, Rose decided to continue with her nightly bathing ritual, the French doors always being wide open to allow a clear view to Jake's room. She varied her "performance" a bit each night, one evening pretending to consider her naked figure in her bureau mirror, angling the mirror down on it's pivot so that she appeared to be considering the size of her breasts, cupping them in her hands and lightly lifting them up, as if dissatisfied with their current size, then sighing a bit of an exaggerated sigh. Turning, she studied her buttocks in the same way, smoothing her hands over her hips as she looked backwards over her shoulder at the reflection. She then slipped the light gown over her head and returned to bed.

Another night, once she had run the towel over her body, she reached into the bureau for a new nightie. Pulling it out, she contemplated it for a moment and then tossed it on top of her bureau, walking back to her bed, completely nude.

That night, after slipping between the sheets and wondering at their cool feel against her bare skin for the first time in her life, she watched the other mirror against the wall and was rewarded with the sight of Jake Collier as she'd never seen him. He, also, was bare from head to toe, walking out onto the terrace in the area concealed by the potted plants on one side and his bedroom door on the other. Rose had never seen a completely naked man before and, even thought he was a goodly distance away, his reflection in the mirror made her pussy gush with desire. His physique was marvelous, muscular and toned, and his cock stood straight out from his body at an impressive length! While she had pleasured Arlen with her hands and had seen his cock, she didn't remember it being even close to the same size as Jake' s, and Cousin Millie's words about men's cocks coming in all different shapes and sizes flitted through her mind. She watched as he grasped it, as he had before, and began pumping. There was something so primal about seeing him standing there, nude, in the shadowy moonlight, knowing that she had caused this reaction in his body, that brought her close to orgasm without even having to touch herself beneath the waist. She lay on her back and squeezed her legs together in time to his pumping, running her hands over her breasts, cupping and squeezing them as she felt her erect nipples stroking against the sheet as her body moved beneath it. She couldn't help the urges that ran rampant through her body, the overwhelming desire that she had to feel him stroking inside her. She watched as he pumped harder and faster, trying to imagine how that impressive cock would fit inside her when two of her small fingers sometimes brought discomfort. But, as she felt the tension between her legs increase to an unbearable pitch, she saw his body jerk and the stream of liquid shoot from the end of his cock in spurt after spurt and decided that she didn't care. She bit her bottom lip hard to stifle her cry as her body spasmed, all the while imagining him expending his cum deep inside her. Was she to never find any relief other than that she found for herself?!!?

By midweek, the hot streak seemed to snap. On Wednesday, Jake and Rose enjoyed dinner at her favorite restaurant near the Circle, and then went to a moving picture show. The more time they spent together, the more things they found they shared in common. Jake was very impressed with her take on modern literature and he discussed some of the newer authors whom his father's publishing company had discovered. 

At times Rosemarie felt as if she were leading a double life; the life of an innocent society girl by day, and a temptress by night. However the nights finally cooled and both she and Jake surrendered to a good nights sleep for the first time in over a week on Wednesday and Thursday nights. Friday morning dawned clear and pleasant, with not a hint of humidity, which was a relief to Rose as her hair tended to frizz terribly in humidity. She was wearing a daring new dress to the dance that night and had decided to try a new hairstyle as well. She certainly didn't want her hair to be a mess before the first dance!

The telephone rang, which was unusual that early in the day, and Mamie, the cook, announced that it was a Horace Walton from Fort Wayne asking for Mister Thornton.

"We haven't heard from Horace and Grace in months; I hope nothing's wrong," Evelyn said in reference to her husband's college friend.

"Does he still insist on wearing those awful leg-o-mutton sideburns that no one has worn in twenty years?" Rose giggled.

"No, thank heavens, Grace made him shave those off a few years ago," Evelyn chuckled.

They talked for a few more moments about the dance that night before Marian returned.

"Is everything alright, dear?" Eve asked.

"Oh, everything's fine. Horace had invited a few of the old gang from college to their house this weekend since several were there looking over some land to construct a new ironworks plant, and they thought you and I might enjoy coming. There are the Hendricks, the Marshalls and the Morgans. He said we could catch the morning train and be there by noon, but I told him it was a bit too last minute. Who knows when we'll get home from the dance tonight," Marion said, a bit regretfully.

"Dad, why DON'T the two of you go?" Rose said, recognizing many of the names as people who had been in her parents wedding. "Mother and I could get your things packed today while you're at work, if it's only for the weekend you won't need to take much. And you and mother could drive to the club separately from the Colliers. Then you could leave earlier so you can get some sleep and catch the eight AM train."

"But, darling, we couldn't leave you alone here for the weekend," Eve began.

"Mother, I'm twenty three years old! Mamie will be here and the Colliers are just next door if I'd need anything," Rose said in an exasperated tone. "I'm not a child who needs looking after and you and Father so seldom get away, it would be good for you. Tell the truth, you'd like to go and see all of your old gang, now wouldn't you?"

Her parents looked at her for a moment, and then at each other. A smile tugged at her father's face for a moment as he let the truth of his daughters words sink in.

"It would be nice to see the gang, wouldn't it, Dear?" he asked and was rewarded with a large smile from his wife. "I'll call Horace back and let him know we're coming."

With the flurry of activity in helping her Mother get things ready and pack for the weekend, Rose had little time to be nervous about the dance at the club that evening. She and her mother sat down for a quick bite to eat before Mr. Thornton got home then went up to bathe and begin getting ready for the evening ahead.

When Rose came down the stairs, her father's eyes widened and he turned a startled gaze to his wife.

"Evelyn, are you sure that's a fitting dress for Rose to wear?" he demanded, stunned by the low neckline.

"Darling, it's the most elegant dress in Indianapolis, there's not another like it. Francine from the Boulevard Room at Ayers said that one of the buyers brought it back from New York for a client and it didn't fit her. It looks like it was made for Rose," Evelyn soothed him, looking quite elegant herself.

Roses dress had a black satin underslip which hit just above the ankle and was covered by a shimmering sheer gold tunic which hit mid calf and was split up both sides to mid thigh. The tunic had an ornately beaded design of large butterflies, done in tiny black and purple beads and the overlay was trimmed in gold satin braid. Her father couldn't argue over the elegance of the bottom of the dress, it was just the scanty amount of fabric at the top that took him aback. There were two narrow straps of the black satin and sheer gold that began at the shoulders and widened as they met at the high waistline, ending in a deep V between her breasts. In Marion's opinion, it was just as scanty as many of his wife's nightgowns, and a bit scantier than some of them. While Rose's breasts weren't exposed, a great deal of skin between them WAS. One was also left with the impression that she was wearing very little in the way of underwear, which was the case.

"Darling, it's all attached to the inside of the dress so there's no need for other undergarments to spoil the drape of the fabric. It's perfectly acceptable and, with her hair styled up that way, don't you think she looks marvelous?" Eve asked. "Just wait, darling, you'll see other girls dressed similarly, it's just a new style to get used to. But, none of them will look as lovely as our Rose, now will they?"

Before he could say anything else, there was a knock at the door. Mr. Thornton opened it to admit Jake Collier, looking immaculate in the elegant tuxedo with the stiff, white shirt, his hair and mustache impeccably groomed. He was amazed at the vision that was Rose and nearly forgot to hand the box containing the deep purple orchid wrist corsage to her. Once it was affixed, he helped her on with the sheer gold wrap which matched the overlay on her dress, and bidding farewell to the Thorntons, walked her to where his Uncle and Aunt awaited them in the large, black car.

While Jake had seen this new style of dress in New York, he'd never seen anyone wear it as well as Rose did. Perhaps the fact that he knew what the body that shifted and moved beneath the thin fabric looked like, that made it seem even more alluring. As he handed her out of the car, her breasts swayed forward beneath the fabric and he could see the outline of the soft globes clearly, as well as a flash of creamy white skin as the dress gapped away from her chest for a moment. Yes, the dress definitely accented Roses every womanly charm without being cheap. The two got many admiring and a few catty glances as they arrived.

Mr. and Mrs. Collier introduced Jake to several of their friends at the club as they waited for the Thornton's to arrive. Trudy took Rose aside for a moment and warned her that she'd been told that Arlen Morton was there with his French bride. Rose was appreciative, however realized that the prospect of running into them didn't bother her in the way that it might have even a few months ago. She realized that the potential of facing her former fiancé while being on the arm of a man as debonair as Jake Collier was a prospect that she might even enjoy!

Once the Thorntons arrived, Marion saw that his wife was indeed correct and that, in fact, many of the young women at the dance were wearing dresses that were much more revealing than that which Rose was wearing. He sighed and accepted that the times were indeed changing and decided that Rose was one of the most striking women in the room. He enjoyed the attention that she was getting, after a year or so of being looked down upon due to her broken engagement.

The music started and the couples began filling the dance floor. Jake took infinite pleasure of finally having the object of his nighttime fantasies in his arms and they circled the floor in a well matched foxtrot. As the evening wore on, they discovered that they were well in step with each other and their dancing was effortless. Half way through the night the opinion of who was to be pitied over the broken Thornton/Morton engagement had shifted considerably. Rosemarie Thornton looked spectacular and was on the arm of a handsome stranger, while Arlen Morton and his haughty wife seemed to argue the entire evening.

The two couples had finally bumped into each other by the doors leading to the golf course as they were sipping champagne. Arlen Morton had had to take his wife outside as she had been loudly complaining about everything from the heat of the room to the caliber of the champagne; he was embarrassed for those surrounding them to hear her diatribe and had taken her away to let her whine for a bit in private. As they came back in, Arlen could hardly get over the fact that the elegant young woman by the door was the woman he'd thrown away for the shrew that he found himself married to. While Monique had been all flirting and flattery when he had met her in France, not to mention that she'd been insatiable in bed, all of that had changed from the moment that they'd stepped foot on American soil. She was now in a constant state of pouting, complaining or insulting either him, his family or the state that he lived in. While she was still a very willing and inventive partner in bed, the sexual aspect of their marriage was rapidly losing its charm as they seemed to argue every minute that they weren't fucking.

Now, as they came face to face with Rose and Jake, Arlen's eyes immediately went to the clinging top of her dress which contained the breasts that he remembered so vividly. Even though he'd never seen her completely naked, he had very fond memories of those beautifully sloping pale breasts which were crested with perfect little deep red nipples. He remembered how sensitive they were as he teased and licked them, causing Rose to moan in pleasure. Now, he was beginning to truly understand the error that he'd made and would have liked to find a way to undo the whole last year.

For his part Jake saw the direction that the man's eyes were turned as Rose coolly made the introductions. Jake couldn't help but feel a hint of triumph as it was clear to him, at least, that the man was miserable with his beautiful witch of a wife. They chatted for a few moments about the goings on in the city, Jake's job in New York and a few other trifles before the music began again.

"Well now, that didn't seem too painful for you," Jake said with a quirk of his lips as he guided her across the floor.

"You're right, it wasn't," Rose affirmed, then added with a bit of cattiness, "The fact that he's clearly miserable made it that much easier."

Jake threw back his head and laughed, prompting a likewise response from Rose.

They bid goodnight to her parents shortly after ten and Rose promised she would be up to see them off to the station. The Colliers and Rose remained for another two hours, the highlight of which was Rose and Jake being crowned the winners of a Tango contest. They took a stroll around the grounds in the moonlight to cool off from the heat of the room and the stimulation of the sensual dance.

They talked about the remainder of Jake's visit which was just a little more than a week. He was then off to visit a college chum in Buffalo, New York for another week and then back home. Rose told him that she was planning to visit her cousin Mildred in Chicago at that same time and they were planning on going shopping and would likely take in a vaudeville show.

As Jake took out his cigarette case, Rose smiled and spoke before she thought.

"You're rather overdue for that, aren't you?" she asked.

Jake froze for a moment and looked at her intently for a moment.

"Why, what do you mean, Miss Rosemarie?" he asked with a raised brow.

Rose felt her heart leap into her throat but somehow managed to keep her composure and asked, in what she hoped to seem an innocent tone, "Well, it's very late. Don't most men usually have a smoke before retiring for the evening?"

Jake continued to study her for another moment, wondering if he was imagining a heightened color upon her cheeks, but then deciding that the moonlight was simply playing tricks upon his eyes.

"Right, you're quite right. I do enjoy a smoke before bed, helps relax me," he agreed, then glanced sideways at her. "I admit, I've had a few in the middle of the night recently, the weather being what it is. I've had some difficulty sleeping."

"I'm so sorry, the weather HAS been abysmal since you've arrived," she said with a short laugh. "I suppose we Hoosiers are used to it."

Jake simply nodded and they entered a discussion of how those from Indiana had been christened "Hoosiers" and the origin of the word.

When they returned to the ballroom, it was just beginning to thin out and they went in search of the Colliers. Upon locating them it was agreed that the party was breaking up and, after bidding a few friends goodnight, the foursome took their leave.

Bill Collier dropped Jake and Rose off on the sidewalk in front of the Thornton's and Jake walked Rose up to the door.

"This has been a delightful evening, Rose. Thank you for allowing me to escort you," Jake said, taking her hand. "Perhaps you'd like to go to the Circle Theater next week, I believe someone mentioned tonight that they're having a band from Chicago in."

"That would be lovely, Jake. I'd enjoy it very much," Rose said, smiling in pleasure.

"Well then, it's a date. But, it's very late and I should let you go in. You have to be up in just a few hours to see your parents off," he said.

Reaching out for her hand, Jake pressed a kiss into the palm and then held it for a few moments as they gazed at each other. Finally, clearing his throat, he opened the door for Rose and waited until she was safely inside as she closed it behind her.

He stuffed his hands in his pockets as he slowly made his way across the thick grass that covered the side lawn and made his way over to the outside steps wrought iron steps that lead up to the second floor terrace. He was coming to realize that he cared for Rose on much more than a sexual level. She was bright, funny and beautiful, everything that a man could desire in a woman. The fact that she was all that AND had the one of the most beautiful bodies that he'd ever seen made him shake his head once again at that fool, Arlen Morton.

Jake remembered the way the man's eyes had focused on Rose's breasts earlier in the evening and idly wondered about their engagement. They had dated and been engaged for some time and Jake knew many girls who had given their young men a roll in the hay before they left for service; a bit of a going away present. Jake now wondered if Rose had been deflowered by Morton before the war, although he dismissed the idea almost immediately. He was convinced that if Arlen Morton had bedded Rose, he would have never allowed the French woman to turn his head. Although, Jake wondered if the lack of a female in his own bed recently was coloring his opinion of Rose. Was he building her up into an impossible female ideal in his mind?

Jake opened the door to his room and crossed over to the chair that faced Rose's balcony. The weather was still cool enough to warrant her doors being closed, however Jake saw a soft glow of light coming from the room. He suddenly saw Rose's silhouette projected against the curtains that covered the French doors. She was undressing and his gaze was locked on the image of her unzipping the side of the dress then reaching for the material at her hips, pulling the clinging garment over her head. His suspicion that she had not been wearing underwear was confirmed as he saw her breasts bounce as she wiggled the dress over her head. He then watched the silhouette raise her foot to rest on a chair and roll the stockings down her legs. He continued to watch as the nude form wrapped itself in a kimono robe and turned out the light.

As he leaned his head back and sighed, releasing his straining cock from his pants, he decided that his mind was not leading him astray and that Rosemarie Thornton was, in fact, the most desirable woman that he'd ever met.



Rosemarie Ch. 05



Once she'd gotten up to bid her parents goodbye, Rose returned to bed and slept until noon, a rare luxury for her. When she got up she took a bath and prepared for the rest of the day, which included a trip to the library to meet with the planning committee for the fall fundraiser. As she left the library, she discovered that the summer heat had returned with a vengeance, making her feel like a limp rag doll by the time she'd returned home and prompting another quick bath.

Around four PM there was a knock on the door and Rose opened it to find a Western Union boy on their doorstep with a telegram for their cook. Taking it to her, the woman's face paled and she looked up at Rose with frightened eyes.

"It's from my mother. Father's had an accident of some kind on the farm and she says I need to come home right away. Oh, Miss Rose, she wouldn't say that if it wasn't something terrible," she said, her eyes filling with tears.

Mamie was in her mid thirties and had been with the family for fifteen years. Rose knew that her family were farmers from Noblesville and Mamie was always worried that her father was getting to old to work as hard as he did. Rose saw how upset she was and immediately took charge of the situation.

"Mamie, you go get your things together, I'll run over to the Colliers and see if someone can drive you to the train station. If not, we'll call a taxi," Rose said, turning the distraught woman towards the maid's quarters just off the kitchen.

"Oh, Miss Rose, I just don't feel right leaving you here all by yourself. What would your parents say?" she said in an upset tone as she began walking towards her room.

"They'll understand that you had to be with your family. It'll be fine, Mamie. Just go throw some things in a suitcase and I'll be back in two shakes," Rose said, heading out the back door. She quickly ran across the lawn and her approach was observed by Jake, Bill and Trudy Collier who were relaxing on the screened in sun porch, with Bill meeting her at the door. Rose breathlessly explained the situation and Bill immediately assured her that they'd be more than happy to drive Mamie and her to the train station.

"I'm so sorry this has to happen so close to dinner," Rose apologized to Trudy.

"Don't think anything of it, dear. As a matter of fact, I insist on you joining us for dinner tonight since Mamie will be gone," Trudy said graciously. 

Rose thanked her and then went back to see if Maimie needed any assistance. There was a last minute flurry of instructions as to what was left in the icebox that would hold Rose over for the weekend. They heard the car pull up and Rose and Maimie went out the front door to find Jake Collier behind the wheel. Getting out, he stowed the suitcase in the back seat, then assisted first Maimie and then Rose in. With Rose giving the directions they were at the station within fifteen minutes. Rose insisted upon paying for the ticket and, taking the purse from the cook's hands, tucked forty dollars inside.

"There'll be doctors to pay and he'll surely need medicine. You take this and I don't want to hear another word about it," Rose said firmly, patting the older woman's hand. "I want you to send a telegram or call us on the telephone when you know something."

They stayed with her until the train arrived and then saw her to a car, waiting until the train pulled out before leaving.

"She should be in Noblesville in a little over an hour. I hope her father hasn't been terribly injured, although it had to be serious for them to wire for her," Rose said somberly as Jake opened the front door of the large sedan and handed her inside.

"Well, you've done all that you can do. You handled things very well," Jake commented as they pulled out into traffic. 

"Thank you," Rose smiled and then looked at the clouds that seemed to be forming off to the west. "Looks like it may rain. We could certainly use it. It might cool things off a bit."

Rose directed them back to the houses and then went to freshen up before she joined the Collier's for dinner. The meal was delicious and passed very pleasantly and the five Colliers and Rose then spent a pleasant evening playing Canasta on the screened in porch, enjoying the light breeze that had picked up.

At eleven Rose decided to call it an evening as they saw lightning begin off to the west of them. Trudy tried to talk the girl into staying with them for the night but Rose laughingly insisted that she'd be fine in her own home. She knew that her parents would be calling in the morning and didn't want to worry them with no one there to answer the telephone. Jake walked her to the front door for the second night in a row, laughing that they were making a bit of a habit of it.

"Thank you, for everything this evening, Jake. I've mentioned to Father before that it might be a good thing for Mother and me to learn to drive," Rose said, ruefully. "I keep reminding him that we'll be able to vote in the next election so surely we could learn to drive as well, but he won't hear of it."

Jake laughed, looking off to the west at another flicker of lightning.

"Are you sure you'll feel safe here, alone?" he asked. "What about when it begins to storm?"

"I love a good storm," Rose smiled, her eyes sparkling. "There's something very primal about it, and then everything seems so fresh and clean after it's gone through."

"Well then, I'll leave you for the evening. Make sure you lock your doors tonight, as you're the only one in the house," he said, smiling down at her, his eyes lingering on her lips and suddenly wondering what she'd do if he pulled her into his arms and kissed her thoroughly.

Rose saw a look of desire flashed through his eyes and her breath caught, then the moment passed. Jake opened the door for her and waited once again until she was safely inside and he heard the key turn in the lock.

Rose heeded his advice and locked the door to the side terrace and the back door that went out to the patio. She then headed upstairs to her room. Changing into a nightgown she went to the bath to wash her face and brush her teeth then,returning to her room, she brushed out her long, lustrous dark hair. She picked up a book by her bedside table and tried to settle in to read for a while, but at midnight she gave up just as she heard the first rumbles of thunder.

Getting up, she opened the doors to the balcony and walked out onto it. The moon that had lit the way for Jake to walk her home was now buried beneath inky clouds, with the only light coming from the streetlamps on the corner. Rose felt the wind picking up and knew that the rain was close. The wind gusted, molding her nightgown to the front of her body and whipping her long hair behind her in a wild profusion. This was what she had meant when she'd used the word 'primal' to describe a good storm. The wind blowing around you, out of man's control, and anticipating the driving rains that were to come. She felt her nipples pucker in the unexpectedly cool air and reached up to run her hand through her hair when she felt the first drops of rain begin to hit. She stood there for a moment, lifting her face to the sky, loving the way the drops felt trickling down her skin as they struck her body. 

Suddenly, lightning lit up the sky and she looked across at the terrace on the second floor of the Collier house, and saw Jake Collier watching her! Not in the shadows of his room or from the doorway, but leaning on the iron railing, clothed only in the trousers that he'd worn that night. Rose froze for a moment as the flash of lightning faded but then, as another flashed, she faced him and their eyes locked. There was no more pretense, they were looking at each other openly with neither looking away until, with a tremendous roar of thunder, the heavens opened and the downpour began, forcing Rose back into the house and to shut the doors against the driving rain.

She stood in her room for a moment, her heart pounding as she looked in the mirror and saw the damp material beginning to cling to her skin. She reached up in an attempt to smooth her hair and then stopped. This was the way she felt tonight, reckless and wild, wanting nothing more than to feel the wind and rain on her skin. Without making a conscious decision to do so, she ran downstairs and headed towards the back door. Stopping to turn on just the light over the kitchen sink so that it would provide a dim light to spill out the kitchen window onto the patio, she unlocked the door and stepped outside.

The patio was concrete and covered, but Rose walked across it and out into the back yard, the rain immediately drenching her gown, her skin and her hair. She walked out in the yard, relishing the wet grass beneath her feet, feeling the rain streaming down her body in rivulets to intimate places. The tall hedges that surrounded the back yard prevented anyone from being able to see in, but at the moment, Rose wasn't sure she cared if anyone saw her or not. 

Suddenly, as the thunder abated for a moment, she heard the metal arbor gate clang, the arbor that was imbedded in the hedges between the two back yards. Whirling towards the sound, she instinctively covered her breasts with one arm while her other hand sought to shield the dark triangle between her legs. But, then she saw him. At the edge of the weak circle of light from the kitchen windows was Jake Collier. He stopped and they faced each other, nothing but fifteen feet of grass separating them.

Rose looked at him, saw the desire in his face as his bare chest heaved with his ragged breathing. Locking her gaze with his, she slowly straightened and let her arms fall to her sides, the thin fabric of the gown having become transparent as it clung to her body, hiding nothing from his eyes. Her chin came up, as if to challenge him and it took no more than that. Jake crossed the distance between them in a few long strides and crushed her to him, his mouth descending upon hers. They stood there in the pouring rain, clinging to each other, bodies and mouths melded as if the rain had permanently joined them together.

Jake had never felt desire like this. When their eyes had locked moments ago while Rose had been on the balcony, and then again when she had just now uncovered her body to his gaze, Jake KNEW beyond a doubt that Rose had known all along. Had known that he had watched her, night after night, and yet had done nothing to prevent it. On the contrary, had encouraged it. He knew now that she desired him too and he knew that before the night was over they would be lovers. He didn't care about the consequences of their actions, he just knew that he was going to posses this woman and nothing or no one was going to stop them.

He tore his mouth from hers and moved his lips down her neck as his hands moved over her wet, soft body. He could feel her pulse hammering at the base of her throat as wildly as he could feel his own. He pulled her even closer, unable to get close enough as he wound his fingers through her soaked hair and pulled, forcing her head back and giving him even greater access to her neck and throat. His mouth traveled down to the tops of her breasts as her fingers tangled in his hair and held him there, her chest shuddering as she gasped for air.

Finally, unable to stand even the sheer material separating them, he lifted his head and took a step back from her. He grasped the neck of the nightgown in both hands and, with a single jerk, ripped it open all the way down the front, yanking the tattered garment off her shoulders and down her arms then letting it fall in a sodden heap at her feet. Rose gasped at the intensity of his movements, but didn't pull away as he grasped her and pulled her body to his once again, running his hands down her rain slicked skin, cupping her buttocks and grinding her hips against his as she clung to him. This was what he wanted, what they BOTH wanted. Bare skin to bare skin, straining towards each other as if they were trying to meld into one. And, that IS what they were trying to do. Lust raging through him, Jake scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the patio, laying her down on the wide chaise. Although they were both soaking wet, they were now out of the rain but still surrounded by rain and thunder.

Straightening, Jake fumbled with the buttons on his wet pants, his cock straining against them. Finally managing to unfasten them, he yanked his trousers and underwear down in one movement and stepped out of them, as naked now as Rose. He looked at her, her wet body shining in the dim glow of the light from the windows, her long, dark hair spread out in a wet, wild, tangle to her side. Her eyes were wide and filled with a mixture of fear and passion, an expression that only added to his desire as he let his eyes rake over every inch of her luscious, virgin's body.

Rose felt as if her heart would beat out of her chest as she looked up at him. He was almost frightening in this raw state, his muscles and sinew tensing as he attempted to control the passion flowing through him. His cock stood straight out from his body, bobbing with every movement, and she shivered, knowing that he would soon drive it up inside her untried pussy. But before she had time to have second thoughts, he knelt on the chaise and covered her body with his, his mouth seeking hers once more. Her lips felt tender and bruised beneath the onslaught, but she moaned and arched against him, wrapping her arms around him and running her hands over his strong, wet back. Her legs spread apart enough to interlace with his and she felt the long, hard cock pressing hard into her hip. Her pussy gushed with desire, readying itself for the impending onslaught.

Jake's mouth once again traveled down Rose's neck and throat, however didn't stop there this time. He continued down to her soft, full breasts, the breasts that he had lusted over for weeks. He sucked the swollen nipple of her right breast into his mouth and sucked hard, all the while squeezing her other globe in his hand, rolling the peak between his fingers. Rose cried out in pleasure, her hips shifting up against him at the sensations shooting from her breasts down to her cunt. She felt the tension building deep inside her, however she would not find relief by her own hand tonight. Tonight she was at Jake Collier's mercy.

Jake continued to kiss and suckle Rose's breasts but moved a hand down between their bodies. Shifting his hips away from her, he stroked his fingers between her thighs, a growl of triumph escaping his lips as she opened herself to him. His fingers were coated in her juices as he probed between the soft curls, seeking the hard little nub that could give her release. Finding it, he began to circle it, causing her to writhe beneath him at the double onslaught, her breath coming out in gasping cries as she felt herself close to the edge. 

Lifting his head from her breasts, he looked down into her eyes as he probed her opening with his index finger, continuing to stroke her clit with his thumb. He inserted his finger and stroked, feeling her tightness, then added another, stretching her and causing her to whimper in pain. He continued stroking in and out of her, loosening her tight opening just a bit but feeling the barrier buried deeper within her. Jake knew that he wouldn't be able to hold off much longer; he was desperate to bury his cock in her tight, wet pussy.

Shifting up on his knees, Jake insinuated himself between her thighs and spread them apart while he continued to stroke. His fingers moved faster and faster as his thumb increased its pressure, until he saw her body arch and heard her gasping cry as she crested in a shattering climax. Quickly withdrawing his fingers, Jake replaced them with the purple, throbbing head of his cock and, with a grunt, lunged forward into her tight, tight pussy as it continued to spasm. Meeting resistance at her virgin barrier he drew his hips back and gave another forceful thrust forward, covering her body as it surged up from the chaise as a deafening clap of thunder drowned her scream of pain.

Rose's body was pounding with a hundred different sensations; from the feeling of his fingers inside her to the waves of the most incredible orgasm she'd ever experienced which was followed with a burning, tearing pain more intense than any she'd ever known. She felt his thick rod ripping through her and then pulling back before burying himself even deeper, splitting her open with every inch he took. Her hands clutched at his back instinctively, looking for something to grasp onto to lessen her anguish as he worked his way inside her, thrust by thrust. She couldn't prevent her subsequent cries as her pussy was stretched and torn in a way that she could never have imagined. Tears rolled from the corners of her eyes as gasping sobs shook her with each thrust of his body until he was buried all the way to his balls inside her. 

"Look at me, Rose. Look at me!" Jake demanded, causing her to open her eyes which were still glazed with pain. "It will only hurt for a few moments, then you'll feel things that you've never dreamt."

He covered her sobbing lips with his and silenced her cries with his kisses, holding himself still deep inside her, feeling her walls wrapped around his pulsing cock so tightly that it was almost painful for him. He prayed that she would feel relief quickly because he knew he wasn't going to be able to hold the position for long, the desire to thrust almost more than he could stand. God, hers was the tightest pussy he'd ever felt; it was exquisite!

Rose felt the throbbing pain between her legs gradually lessening into a discomfort. Jake sensed her body had relaxed a fraction and knew that it would have to be enough. He ground his hips into her clit for a moment, lifting his lips from hers so that he could see the reaction in her face. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and made a small sound in her throat, but didn't gasp in pain. He pulled out a few inches and then rocked back inside her, repeating the motion a few more times, noting the emotions flickering across her face.

Rose realized that this was it; this was what it felt like to have a man inside her, filling every inch of her, sharing the most intimate experience that she could ever share with another human being. She had never known that this mysterious part of her body, the part which she'd only skimmed the surface of, could be so sensitive during this act. She felt every inch of him as he moved inside her, felt the head of his cock rubbing places deep within her that she hadn't known existed. She felt every vein and ridge of him caressing her soft, wet tunnel and, slowly, she began to feel the pleasure that others had spoken of.

Jake saw the change on her face, saw the tension leave to be replaced by the wonder of discovery. That was all the encouragement that he needed as he became less tentative and began to stroke more fully within her. He settled into a deep, strong rhythm, his hips stroking against her sensitive inner thighs.

"Wrap your legs around me, Rose," Jake ground out.

Rose did as he said and felt her pleasure increase, as she was essentially clinging to him while his deep thrusting rocked both of their bodies. She felt the thick material of the cushion rubbing against her back while the hairs on Jake's chest caressed her nipples. Her calves gripped the back of his thighs and, soon, she felt herself responding to his rhythm, as she had when they had Tangoed just a little over twenty four hours ago. Her hips lifted to meet his thrusts and, for what seemed like forever, the sounds of their bodies coming together and the groans escaping their mouths were mixed with the sounds of the wind and rain that continued overhead.

Jake felt the burn begin in his balls and he knew that he couldn't hold on any longer. Increasing his tempo he pounded into Rose perhaps harder than he should, but he could no more hold back than he could control the storm that surrounded them. He felt her tense once again beneath him and then heard her cry out, but this time it was a cry of pleasure, not pain. He raised up on his hands and shoved his cock as hard and as deep into her as he could as his body erupted...once....and again....and again....and again..... until he felt every drop of his cum empty into her. With a gasp and a groan, he collapsed on top of her.




Rosemarie Ch. 05



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"Is everything all right, dear? Why are your pajama bottoms wet?"

Bill Collier had been roused earlier by a loud clap of thunder and had made his way to the kitchen for a glass of water. On his way, he'd seen the kitchen light on over at the Thornton's and had telephoned over, only to get no answer. Being a bit concerned, he'd put on an overcoat and grabbed an umbrella, deciding to go through the iron gate in the arbor.

He had just put his hand on the latch when he looked towards the patio and was greeted with the astonishing sight of his nephew firmly settled between Miss Rosemarie Thornton's shapely thighs and pumping away like a piston. He further noted that Miss Thornton seemed loath to have him stop, as her legs were wrapped around his and her lovely curved hips were bouncing up and down with abandon in time to his cock. While he could only see the back of Jake's head, Rosemarie's face was a study of passion as her head tossed back and forth on the chaise. He was so stunned for a moment that he couldn't tear his eyes away from their heaving, undulating bodies, and then realized he was intruding on, he would venture to guess, the most intimate moment of this young woman's life. Backing away unobserved, he thought to himself, "It's about damned time that girl got some experience, and Jake's just the one to teach her a thing or two!"

In answer to his wife's sleepy question, he merely said, "I thought I heard something outside but it was nothing. Just the storm."

Pulling off his wet pajamas, he started towards the bureau for a dry pair but stopped and looked at his wife's feminine form laying in the bed. The memory of the two young, wet bodies engaged in a vigorous fuck popped unbidden to his mind and he decided to take a page from his nephew's book. Striding over to the bed he reached for the hem of his wife's nightgown, prompting a squeal and then a giggle. Soon, nothing was heard in that end of the house but the sounds of the thunder outside and briskly squeaking bedsprings within.



Rosemarie Ch. 06



I apologize for the lapse of time between this chapter and the last. I would suggest that you read the first 5 chapters before jumping into the story at this point. If you chose not to do this, here's a brief re-cap. 

Twenty three year old Rosemarie Thornton lives in an affluent area of Indianapolis, Indiana with her parents during the hot summer of 1919. The Thorntons neighbors are the Collier family, and Mr. Collier's nephew, Jake Collier, has decided to take a vacation from the family publishing business in New York to visit his Uncle's family in Indiana. His room faced Rosemarie's across the wide lawn and she, unconsciously at first but, later, intentionally gave Jake several enticing glimpses of her in the altogether as she would attempt to gain relief from the heat by sponging herself off in the middle of the night in front of the french doors of her room. Jake initially is taken by her physical beauty however is more and more drawn to Rose's intelligence and engaging personality as well.

In the previous chapter, after her parents have taken a train trip out of town to visit friends, Jake and Rose finally engaged in a passionate encounter on the patio in the Thornton's back yard. With Jake having just relieved Rose of her virginity, we join them now in the aftermath....



Chapter 6

As their breathing gradually slowed, the new lovers became aware that the storm around them had slowed in intensity, as if the storm itself was guided by their passion. Jake finally lifted his head and looked down into the face of the woman beneath him.

God, she was beautiful. Her lips were kissed to a sensuous red fullness, her cheeks were flushed with color from their exertions, and her eyes were heavy lidded and luminous. Her body felt as soft and welcoming as a down mattress covered in satin. He didn't want to move.

For Rose's part, she was enjoying the aftermath of their storm, enjoying the weight of his body on top of hers as they were still joined. She thought his face the most handsome she'd ever seen, appearing relaxed and extremely satisfied. Her lips curved as he dipped his head to kiss her deeply, his hand caressing the smooth thigh that was still wrapped around him. Upon breaking the kiss, he looked at her contemplatively.

"So, Miss Rose, will you tell me true?" he began, running his hand up her side then to her face, stroking her jawline with his fingertips. "Have you indeed been tempting me from your room for the last few weeks?"

Rose found it strange that she could feel a blush staining her cheeks after what they'd just done AND the fact that their bodies were still joined, but blush she did. Unable to look him directly in the eye, she traced his lips with her fingers and whispered, "Perhaps."

"A reserved young lady by day and a temptress by night, hmmmmm?" he inquired, lazily, pressing small kisses against her temple, cheek and corner of her mouth. "What an intriguing combination."

"I'm glad that you think so, Mr. Collier," she said, lightly running her hands over his back and down to his buttocks, lightly caressing them.

"Indeed I do, I most definitely do," he said, lifting his head and then looking into her eyes once more, taking on a less playful tone. "Was this what you expected it to be, Rose? Did it feel the way you expected it to feel?"

"Did I expect to be deflowered in the midst of a rainstorm on our patio?" she asked, rhetorically. "No, I didn't. Being the virtuous young woman that I am, I always expected it to occur on my wedding night as a blushing bride. But, THIS....well....this was much more memorable, don't you think?" she asked lightly, running her fingers through his hair.

"I know that I'll certainly never forget it," he said, pressing another kiss against her lips before, reluctantly, withdrawing from her as she winced, and then rolling to his side. He propped his head on his hand and looked down at her body, placing his hand upon her stomach and lightly caressing with his fingers. "Do you know that you have the most beautiful body that I've ever seen?"

"I'm glad that you think so," she responded, blushing again now that his body wasn't covering hers, leaving her completely exposed to his gaze. "I feel the same about you, but then I really don't have any other point of reference."

"I admit, I'd wondered a bit about that," he said, dropping a kiss against her shoulder. "I wondered about that moron, Arlen Morton. I'd worked it out in my mind that, if you had been intimate, he'd have never let you go."

"That's a very chivalrous thing to say," Rose smiled, letting her fingers roam through the hair on his chest. "I'm not sure that it's true, but it's chivalrous."

"I don't know that that's the correct word to describe the man who's just taken your virtue," Jake said in a tone that was a mixture of light humor and seriousness.

"You only took something that I was willing to give," Rose said, not wanting to hear him voice any regrets or platitudes. She knew exactly what she'd done and she wasn't going to try to pretend that she'd been the innocent victim in the situation.

Jake smiled and grasped her hand in his, bringing it to his mouth and kissing her fingertips. It was then that he noticed the coolness in her hands and realized that she was covered in goosebumps. The rain on their bodies had dried but her hair was still very wet AND the storm had definitely caused the temperature to drop. That, combined with the fact that they were both outside, as naked as the day they were born, made Jake realize that Rose was cold.

"We need to get you inside. If you catch a cold we'll both be hard pressed to explain it," Jake said, a bit ruefully. He rolled off the chaise and reached for Rose's hand, helping to pull her over to the same side and then stand up. As he did so, his eyes were drawn to a few small drops on the cushion and he realized that they were the telltale signs of her virginity, or rather, the LOSS of her virginity.

Rose's eyes followed his and she once again blushed, at both the stains and at the fact that she unexpectedly felt a trickle of liquid run down the inside of her leg. No one had mentioned this to her!

"I'll try to clean that later today," she said, a bit embarrassed. "If I can't, I'll turn the cushion's over."

Jake reached out and cupped her cheek in his hand for a moment and then let it drop. Walking across the patio, he retrieved his still wet pants and then walked a short distance across the lawn to pick up the remnants of her nightgown. He walked back over to her, examining the item as he remembered his fit of passion when he'd literally torn it from her body.

"I hope this wasn't a treasured gift from someone," he said, holding the sodden wad of material towards Rose.

She gave a short laugh and said, "It was from my cousin, Milly. If she knew how it ended up looking this way, she'd heartily approve."

Jake gave her a rakish smile and replied, "I like cousin Milly already."

It should have been strange that they were standing there conversing while they were completely nude, but the secluded back yard felt like their own private garden of Eden. They crossed to the back door and Jake looked at Rose, a question in his eyes.

"You are coming in, aren't you?' Rose asked him, raising her eyebrows.

"Are you sure you want me to?" he responded.

"Yes. Very sure," she said, simply. "I suppose there's no use in playing the innocent maiden any longer; I want you to stay here with me for the rest of the night. Or, at least for most of it. I have a clock and we can set the alarm so you'll be able to return to the Colliers before anyone realizes you've been gone."

"It would be my pleasure, then," he said, opening the door for her, always a gentleman even when he wasn't dressed like one. Or dressed period!

Rose immediately turned out the light over the sink so that no one, however unlikely, would see them walking through the kitchen in the all together. The clouds had broken up a bit and allowed the moon to come out, providing a dim light for the two as they made their way through the house and up the stairs. While it had somehow seemed perfectly natural for them to be nude in the back yard, it felt decadent and excitingly wicked to be walking through her home that way. As they went down the hall towards Rose's room, she stopped at the linen closet and withdrew a towel for each of them, and then took Jake's trousers and hung them over the edge of the tub to, hopefully, dry out a bit before morning. She tossed what remained of her nightgown in the bathtub to dispose of tomorrow.

Returning to where he was standing in the hall, Rose took Jake by the hand and led him the rest of the way to her bedroom. As they stepped inside, he thought that it felt strange to actually be in the room that he had become so very familiar with, let alone to be there in his current state of undress. He was amused when Rose reached for a pink kimono to cover herself and reached out his hand to stop her.

"Why do women do that?" he asked, taking the robe from her hand and tossing it over the back of a chair.

"Do what?" Rose inquired, moving to sit on the bed.

"Always insist upon covering themselves in front of a man that they've just been to bed with?" he explained, moving over to the French doors and opening them enough to allow the bright moonlight to illuminate the room. The storm had passed and left a full moon and fresh smells in its wake. Jake braced his hands on the door knobs, leaning against them as he breathed in the clean air.

Rose took in his physique as he stood there, bathed in moonlight. His body was both trim and muscular and she enjoyed the way the muscles played beneath the skin of his back. She allowed her gaze to travel down over the smooth buttocks with the knotted muscles beneath them and on down to the long legs. Moving back up, she remembered the way the hair on his chest had tickled and teased her sensitive nipples, then looked at his flat stomach and, finally, the now relaxed cock that had so recently introduced her to both the greatest pain and the greatest pleasure that she'd ever experienced.

"Well?" he prodded, reminding her of his question.

"I don't know. I suppose I reached for my robe to try to preserve a shred of modesty. Or, at least, the illusion of it," Rose said, curling her legs out to her side. "Or, maybe it's just so that I wouldn't feel so... exposed."

"We just made love, Rose. I saw and touched every inch of your body," he said, gently amused.

"But, it was different when we...well...when we were in the midst of it all," Rose said, blushing a hue that gave tribute to her name.

Jake contemplated her for a moment and then nodded. His gaze wandered over her and he felt desire stirring in him again. He knew that he would have her again before the night was done. But, in the meantime, he turned and walked over to her bureau, the same one that he'd seen her stand in front of, night after night. He picked up the pitcher and poured water into the bowl, as he'd seen her do so often, and then dipped the wash cloth in it. Walking back over to her, he told her to lie back against the pillows and then, gently bending her knees and spreading her legs apart, he smoothed the cloth up and down between her thighs, cleaning the streaks of blood and semen from between them, then repeating the actions on his cock. Walking back over to the bureau, he replaced the cloth in the bowl and then, with a bit of a devilish smile, reached over to change the angle of the mirror on its pivot, so that it framed the bed in its reflection. He met Rose's gaze as she sat back up, watching him pick up the silver hairbrush and bring it over to the bed. He climbed up behind her and began working the brush through the ends of her hair, working his way up through the wildly tangled damp tresses.

"It seems that you've done this before," Rose murmured, enjoying the feeling of the brush running though her hair, but enjoying the sight of their reflection even more. It was like watching a sensual painting that had come to life.

"Perhaps once or twice," he smiled, pressing a kiss to the curve of her neck and enjoying the sight of her nipples puckering afresh. He continued to alternate the brushstrokes with kisses to assorted areas on her neck, back and shoulders until her hair was still damp but tangle free, and her body was tingling in anticipation once more.

She wanted him to take her again; she felt her pussy preparing itself for it as he had teased her with soft kisses to her body. As if reading her mind, Jake laid the hairbrush down on her nightstand and slid to the end of the bed, pulling a pillow with him. Gently pushing her to lay down, he slid the pillow beneath her buttocks which caused her legs to fall open for him. Sliding further down the bed, he began at the inside of her knee, pressing kisses to it and then working his way up, kissing and licking and, every few moments, gently biting her until he was nearly at the soft curls. Then, he switched to the inside of the other thigh and kissed his way down and back up, causing Rose to squirm with pleasure a bit. But then, feeling that he'd teased enough, he lay on his stomach and kissed his way to her core, taking her legs in his hands and draping them over his shoulders and back and probing her with his fingers for a moment, opening her so that her soft pink wetness was exposed to him, and then he replaced his fingers with his tongue.

Rose gasped in shock, gazing at the reflection in the mirror to confirm that she was truly feeling what she THOUGHT she was feeling "down there". Jake restrained her from moving away, as her thighs were braced apart by his shoulders and his hands, which he had slid underneath her hips, grasping them to hold her still as his tongue worked into her wet little slit, causing her to gasp and moan.

Jake worked his magic on her for the next ten minutes, alternating between sliding his tongue in and out of her, sometimes sticking it in as deep as he could and then using the tip to bend up and tickle the upper wall of her pussy, and then he would turn his attention to her clit, sucking and rubbing it with his tongue until she begged for relief, reaching up to grasp the spindles of the head board as if in search of something to anchor herself as her body was swirling out of control. She made an incredibly sensuous picture with her back arched, her firm breasts thrust skyward and her hips tilted up to the man who was devouring her with his mouth. He finally took her little clit into his mouth and sucked it hard, causing Rose's body to arch off the bed as she experienced peak after peak of pleasure, her soft cries making Jake's cock harden once again.

After she sank back onto the bed, gasping for air, she felt Jake release her legs and hips and crawl up on top of her, turning her face to his as he tangled his hand in her hair and kissed her gasping mouth. She realized that she tasted her own juices upon his lips and he was clearly pleased by her recognition.

"Taste yourself, Rose. Taste my lips with your tongue," he encouraged, aroused even more by the feeling of her small tongue tracing his lips. "Did you like the feeling of my tongue in your pussy?"

"Yes, I was ...startled at first," she said, "but then your tongue felt like it was tickling my....my.."

"Pussy, Rose. There are many other names for it, but my favorite is pussy," he said, enjoying the slow, sensual teasing as he saw that saying the words made her blush once more. "Now, tell me where you enjoyed my tongue, Rose."

"I...I enjoyed your tongue in my pussy," she breathed, arching her neck to give him better access to her earlobes and neck.

Jake accommodated her by licking and nibbling his way down to the deep red crests of the breasts he was so very enamored with. He ran his tongue around them and then moved up her body again, whispering in her ear as he cupped her breast and gently squeezed, running his thumb over the nipple.

"And what about this, Rose? Do you enjoy it when I suck and squeeze your tits?" he whispered in her ear.

Just the sound of Jake's voice, saying the dirty words, was arousing her. Rose wasn't used to hearing the most womanly parts of her body referred to in these terms, the men that she knew were always respectful when she was within earshot so she wasn't exposed to crude talk very often. But, this was somehow heightening the sensual feel of the moment. So, she joined in the play.

"Yes, Jake. Yes, I love it when you suck my tits" she breathed, running her hand through his hair."

"Mmmmmm, good. And, what about this, Rose?" he asked, shifting his hips against hers which caused his long, stiffened cock to rub against the soft fold where her thigh met her pussy. "Do you like the way my cock feels? Hmmmm?" he continued to whisper as he nibbled her earlobe.

"Ohhhhh, yes. I love the way your cock feels against...against my pussy," she sighed, groaning.

"Do you know what it's called when a man puts his cock into a woman's pussy? Hmmm?" he asked, moving his welcome attack to her lips, lightly brushing them with his.

" Yes.....it's called...it's called," Rose stammered, partly from embarrassment and partly because his tongue had darted out to taste her lips.

"Fucking, Rose....it's called fucking, isn't it?" he said, stating more than asking.

"Yessssss," she whispered, as his hands had moved down to her thighs, smoothing over them and then sliding beneath her to where the cheeks of her behind were still elevated upon the thick feather pillow, squeezing their soft firmness.

"Do you want me to fuck you? Hmmm, do you want me to fuck your pussy again, Sweet Rose?" he asked, lifting his head and moving his hands to her hair once again so he could watch her face now.

"Yes, oh yes, I do," she whispered, looking into his eyes.

"You do... what? Tell me, Rose" he said in a soft, sensual tone. "You must tell me what you want, you naughty girl."

Rose felt her face flushing hotly at the words he wanted to hear, words that she'd never uttered before, not even to Cousin Milly.

"I want you to ...to...fuck my pussy," she whispered. "I want you to fuck me with your cock.'

With a slow smile of triumph, Jake raised himself up on his hands, reaching between Rose's legs to grasp his cock and rub it up and down her slit, coating himself with her wetness and then nudging the head just inside her pink lips.

Bracing himself up on both hands, Jake slowly pressed his length down into Rose, the pillow beneath her ass opening her to him even more than the first time. He saw just a flicker of pain on her face before she closed her eyes and let out a long, sigh of pleasure as he slid all the way into her waiting tunnel, even farther than before. He was completely buried within her yet he tried to get even closer. Grinding against her, lifting her hips off the pillow a bit.

Rose opened her eyes and looked into his, a sensuous smile curving her lips. Seeing the pleasure that she was getting this time, Jake began slow, deep in and out thrusts, using only his hips to move his cock. Small sounds of pleasure escaped Rose's lips as she reached out and rested her hands against his forearms and then slid them up, up to his shoulders and down over his chest, running her fingers through the crisp curls, exploring with the sensuousness of touch as he worked himself in and out of her.

This was a study in contrasts to the first time. This time was all about taking pleasure in the moment and a slowly building desire, not the raw, animalistic passion of their first joining. Rose instinctively raised her legs and rested her feet against his buttocks, taking immense pleasure in feeling that she was completely opened to him; to his gaze as he watched her breasts undulate each time he pushed deep inside her and to his throbbing cock as he penetrated her to her very core.




Rosemarie Ch. 06



Rose looked over to the mirror and saw their reflection, which only heightened the emotions of the moment. It was as if she were watching a moving picture of two strangers caught in an intimate moment, but she could feel every movement that they made. Jake followed her gaze and met her eyes in the mirror, desire written all over his face. He lowered himself onto her and, again, began to speak softly in her ear as he held her gaze in the mirror.

"This is what I've wanted since that first night, Rose. The night after I first met you in this very house," he said, his rhythm slowly increasing in tempo. "You were so reserved and very proper, and then I saw your beautiful body that night. I thought of you night after night, Rose, until you even filled my dreams. And this...this is what I wanted. I wanted to be in this room, in this bed with you, feeling your legs around me, Rose, and my cock inside you, Rose....ah...Rose....Rose....Rose..."

He whispered her name with each deep thrust and she now felt the bed moving in time with their passion. This bed, which had been home to her fantasies of what it would be like to indulge in this mysterious act that was only spoken of in whispers. This bed, where she had pleasured herself after her initial gropings with Arlen. This bed, where for the last two weeks, she had dreamt of nothing but this man doing exactly what he was doing this very moment. This bed, in which reserved, proper Rosemarie Thornton, was finally being well and truly fucked!

Her gaze never leaving his, she watched Jake continue to pound between her widespread thighs until she saw a look of intensity come over his face that matched the tension that was coiling in her pussy. His breathing began to come in gasps and he shoved against the mattress with his hands, his back arching as he thrust hard into her and held himself there. She felt herself begin to spasm around his cock and clutched his shoulders, grinding her pelvis as hard against him as she could as he shot stream after stream of cum into her. She didn't realize that the cries that she was hearing were her own until she collapsed back against the mattress and tried to breathe, as she watched Jake close his eyes and slowly lower himself onto her. He buried his face in her neck and they lay there for long moments, trying to catch their breath and stop the quaking of their limbs.

Finally, Jake lifted his head and, looking down at Rose for a long moment, he lowered his head and kissed her long and deep. Extracting himself from her body, he rolled her to her side, facing the mirror, and then spooned against her back, slipping his arm around her waist and drawing her close. With his left hand cupping her right breast, and his legs tangled together with hers, they fell into a deep, sated sleep.



Rosemarie Ch. 07



Bill Collier sat at his breakfast table that Sunday morning in a cheerful mood. The storm that had passed through the night before had finally cut through the wilting humidity that they'd been experiencing and made the weather that morning very pleasant.

He was also still feeling very satisfied from the previous night's exertions in bed with Trudy. Ever since he had decided to take Marion Thornton's advice earlier in the week and take his wife and daughters in hand, he felt that the household was on its way to a more even keel.

On Wednesday night at dinner, while Jake and Rose were out to dinner and a movie, Gertrude had informed him that she's spoken to the manager at Ayers Department Store who had agreed to a twenty percent discount on the new dining room set that she desired. She'd given him a deposit to hold it and it would be delivered next week, with the balance due upon delivery.

Bill had been furious that she'd gone behind his back and done something that he'd expressly forbidden. There was absolutely nothing wrong with their current set which had been a very expensive gift from her parents when they had married. It was of a timeless design and would never truly go out of style and he had told her that she would have to contact the store and cancel the order.

At that pronouncement, not only his wife but his two daughters began to argue that they NEEDED the new set because it was so modern and elegant, that he was truly behind the times when it came to what was fashionable in a home and that he was mean for denying their mother this wish. The straw that broke the camel's back was when his fourteen year old daughter, Agnes, spoke to him very rudely for the second time in less than a week, proclaiming him to be an unreasonable old fuddy duddy and that he was absolutely ridiculous.

The last statement had even earned the young lady a remonstrance from her mother who said that she was never to address her father in that way, but the damage had been done. Bill threw down his napkin and pushed back his chair, demanding they all follow him into the library.

Once they arrived, William Collier proceeded to inform the three women that he'd had enough of being treated like an insignificant part of the family and that his only use appeared to be to provide them with the money that they so dearly loved to spend. He was, as of that moment, reclaiming his place as the head of their household and that a few long overdue changes were going to immediately be made. He informed them that from now on he wouldn't put up with impertinence as he'd experienced that night and that there were consequences to their actions. He ordered his daughters out of the room but told them to remain in the hallway outside until he had summoned each of them back. 

Once they were alone, Bill sat his wife down and informed her that he was going to administer a spanking to her for her actions that evening. As she looked at him in disbelief, he calmly explained that she was to be an example for their daughters in her attitude towards him. She had been blatantly disrespectful towards him in front of them and, as a result, paved the way for them to follow suit. While Betsy's comments were bad enough, the attitude that Agnes was developing was intolerable and had to be curbed immediately.

Trudy had listened with chagrin, unable to believe that her husband was actually serious. But, she did realize that he had a point about Agnes, who was becoming much too fresh, even for her taste. The remark that she'd directed towards her father had been unacceptable and, having to face the situation honestly, Trudy knew that she had been lax in taking steps to curb the girl's tongue. 

And, even the situation about the new dining room suit had gotten to the point where it really wasn't about the furniture anymore, but more about who would win the battle of wills. She felt a bit ashamed as her husband asked her what kind of woman withheld marital intimacy over the issue of a few sticks of furniture.

But, a spanking?!!? She knew that her friend Evelyn Thornton submitted to this form of correction in her marriage and had even told her that she preferred it to long, drawn out arguments. She knew that Eve felt that it made their marriage stronger but Trudy was a much different kind of woman. However, looking into her husbands set features, she realized that this was a different side of his personality as well. It was clear that there was no compromising on this decision and that she and the girls would be expected to abide by it. So, he once again clearly and succinctly explained the reason for her spanking and then, resting his right foot upon a low footstool, instructed her to lie across his lap.

She had reluctantly done so and felt incredibly awkward and ridiculous with her behind raised up in the air as she draped over his leg with her legs and arms resting on either end of the couch. He pulled her skirts up and instructed her to lift up so that he could pull down her drawers. She looked over her shoulder at him as if she couldn't believe he was serious and that was when she felt the first whack of his hand against her behind. Grasping her firmly around the waist, he delivered a dozen stinging slaps to her posterior, resulting in the screeching that he had been expecting, and then instructed her once again to lift up. Deciding to comply after all, she did as he bid and a moment later her drawers were around her knees and she was receiving the first spanking that she'd had since she was twelve years old!

Bill steadily slapped his hand against his wife's flesh for a good ten minutes, watching her progress from the indignant screams of protest as she kicked and twisted, to pleading with him to stop as she tried to wiggle away from the seemingly never ending smacks, and then, finally, simply being reduced to loud sobs as she lay limply over her husband's lap, resigning herself to her fate as he spanked her white, nicely curved behind until it was an impressive shade of red and radiated enough heat to rival a cookstove.

Deciding that she had taken all she could, he pulled her drawers back up, smoothed her skirts down and sat her on his lap until she quieted down into the occasional hiccupping sob. He wiped her tears away with his thumb and told her that he'd taken no pleasure in his actions but that it was for the good of the family. He told her that she would call the department store the first thing in the morning and cancel the order for the dining room suite. And he also informed her that he expected them to resume marital relations that very night, as he loved her very much and had missed their intimacy. He finished by making the point that while she had felt physical pain from the spanking, he had suffered from feeling that he was unappreciated and insignificant in their eyes for several years and he hoped that tonight would be a new beginning for them all.

To his surprise, she had soberly looked at him as he spoke and then nodded her head in agreement to comply with his wishes. When he had finished talking she looked at him with regret in her eyes, having had no idea that her sometimes selfish words and actions had made him feel this way.

He then had called the wide eyed girls in individually, knowing that they'd clearly heard what had just taken place, and had a similar talk with each of them, informing them of the new order of things in the household. He administered the same punishment to them, allowing them to leave on their drawers to preserve their modesty this time, but stating that if he had to spank them in the future that it would be on their bare behinds. He had Trudy stay in the room with him so that there would never be a question of impropriety and delivered the first spanking that either of his daughters had ever experienced, amid much screeching, wailing and general blubbering. Betsy had at first protested that she was too old for such a thing, but had been shown otherwise when, held in a firm grasp, she had been reduced to sobbing like a five year old. Agnes couldn't believe that her Father actually intended to go through with it until she had suddenly found herself tipped across her paternal lap with her skirt flipped up and her behind in just the position to receive a good dose of old fashioned discipline. She had quickly discovered that no amount of leg kicking and fanny wiggling slowed the firm hand that meted out the punishment and she squalled like a banshee. When he had finished with each of them, he sat them on his lap and told them that he loved them and that he only wanted to see them grow up to be good, respectful girls.

As he looked back on things, Bill had seen the beginnings of new attitudes in the girls, as well as his wife. And he also looked back on the renewal of the marital relations with Trudy, smiling as he thought of the spirited lovemaking sessions that they'd enjoyed over the last few days. He and his wife hadn't screwed this much since their honeymoon!

"Now, don't you look like the cat that swallowed the canary?" Trudy said, interrupting his thoughts. Looking at her, the thought crossed his mind that she had definitely been in a better mood for the last few days as well.

"Do I? I have no idea what you're talking about, my dear," he said, winking at her.

"Jake certainly is being a lazybones this morning, isn't he?" Trudy commented, taking a sip of orange juice.

"Well, I doubt that he got much sleep last night," Bill said, remembering the scene that had played out in front of his eyes much earlier that morning. "What with the heat of the last few weeks and then the storm that passed through. He's just not used to this kind of weather. Let's let him sleep in. I'll leave a note that we've went on to church without him."

"Since their cook's gone, I was planning on having Rose over to lunch with us," Trudy said, instructing their daughters to go fetch their hats and gloves. "And perhaps have the three of them over for dinner, depending on when Marion and Eve return from Fort Wayne. What do you think, darling?"

"I think that's a fine idea," her husband replied, unable to prevent himself from wondering if the two lovers would be able to act casually with each other in front of an audience. "I think Jake has become fond of Rose, don't you?"

"What makes you think so, dear?" Trudy asked. "I know they've been friendly but I imagined that he was just enjoying spending time with someone closer to his own age while he was here. Has he said anything to you to make you think there's more to it?"

"No, no. He hasn't said a word," Bill said, clearing his throat. "It was just a feeling that I got when I saw them... together.. last night," he finished with a slight quirk to his lips, knowing that Trudy thought he was talking about when they had played cards after dinner.

"Come, my dear. It's time for you to get YOUR hat and gloves before we're late for church," Bill Collier said, wondering if his nephew had made it back to his room last night or if he was still at the Thornton residence enjoying a completely different type of morning sustenance than had just been served at the Collier's breakfast table!

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In truth, Jake had risen at five when Rose's alarm clock went off. It was shortly before sunrise and he knew that he needed to return to his room at his Uncle's home next door in short order so as not to run the risk of the Collier's maid and cook seeing him either leave the Thornton's or come sneaking up the outside stairs to the second floor terrace clothed in only his rumpled trousers. He knew that a woman's reputation was a fragile thing and didn't want to compromise Rose, at least not publicly.

The two had spent a few moments in bed together, with Rose experiencing the wonder of waking in a man's arms for the first time. However, they soon reluctantly got up, with Rose drawing the pink kimono around her as she retrieved Jake's still damp pants from the bath tub. Walking to the back door hand in hand, Jake had taken her in his arms again and kissed her deeply before they parted.

Jake had made it to his room undetected and then crawled into his bed, craving more sleep to make up for the lack of it the night before. It was a while in coming though, as he played the events of the last few hours over and over in his head. God, Rose Thornton was incredible! Not only was she beautiful and intelligent, she was also passionate in bed! He thought of the sight of her the night before when she'd been standing on her balcony with the wind whipping her hair about and her nightgown molded to her curves. And then, later in the back yard as she'd faced him with the gown clinging to her in a transparent film, looking into his eyes as if daring him to take her and make a woman of her. He couldn't stop thinking of the storm of passion that they'd been caught up in, how the tears of pain as he'd torn through her tight little pussy had only made his desire run more rampant, and then her own passionate response to him as the pain had faded. He had never felt a woman's body beneath his that felt more like it had been made just for him than Rose's had last night. He felt a very primitive satisfaction in knowing that he had been her first lover and that no other man would ever be able to claim that honor. He finally drifted off to the memory of her cries of pleasure.

Rose had also returned to her bed, amazed at what had occurred over the last twelve hours. She felt sore between her thighs and some of her muscles ached from this new form of exertion. Her nipples were tender from Jake's lips and hands and her mouth still throbbed from his parting, passionate kiss, but, as she rolled over to the side of the bed in which he had slept the night before, she felt no regrets. Jake had been the kind of lover that she had always desired to initiate her into the act of lovemaking; experienced, masterful and passionate. No, no matter what the future might or might not hold for them, she had no regrets. She had once again fallen asleep and slept well until after ten o'clock for the second day in a row.

Upon waking, she had bathed and washed her hair, then went out onto the patio let it dry AND to work on the spots of blood which had stained the chaise cushion, where Jake had claimed her virginity. After a bit of scrubbing with a brush and soap flakes dissolved in a glass of warm water, followed up by a little bleach, the evidence of her deflowering had been obliterated.

She had jumped when she heard Trudy Collier's voice calling her name just before the woman appeared around the corner of the house.

"Oh, there you are, dear! I've been knocking and knocking at the front door," she said with a smile. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, I'm just cleaning up from the storm last night," Rose said, surprising herself by her capacity to make up half truth's at the drop of a hat these days. "The cushions got a bit soiled."

"Ah, I see. Well, I wanted to invite you to lunch with us, since Mamie's not here," Trudy smiled, thinking of how well Rose looked this morning, with a rosy glow in her cheeks. "And, I'd like to invite your family to dinner. Do you know when your parent's train will be in?"

"They're coming in on the 5:15. I'm sure they'd be happy to accept your kind invitation, particularly when they've heard about Mamie's father," Rose said. "I do hope they've had a nice time."

Rose discovered she needn't have worried since she received a telephone call just before she was getting ready to walk over to the Collier's for lunch. It was her mother who wanted to tell her that they were planning on staying another night, if Rose was doing well on her own. Rose didn't inform her mother of the situation with their cook, not wanting to spoil her parents fun. 

She was a bundle of nerves while walking across the lawn to the Collier's, wondering how it would feel to face Jake in the presence of his family. She wondered if they'd be able to act normally or if his family would be able to take one look at the two of them and know what they'd done the night before. Rose knew that this was a ridiculous thought but it didn't make her feel any calmer.

Trudy had decided to take advantage of the break in the humidity and dine on their patio for lunch. Therefore, the family was just gathering outside when she arrived, looking cool and fresh on the outside in a light dress of yellow linen. She was greeted warmly by the girls and with a kiss on the cheek by Mr. Collier.

"Jake, you should feel ashamed to have been lazing in bed so long today," Trudy began in a teasing tone as she poured lemonade in the glasses on the table. "Rose was hard at work cleaning up after the storm when I stopped by earlier."

"Well, I fear that I'm just not gifted with the same set of virtues as Miss Rose," Jake said with a mischievous smile as he held out her chair.

"Good heavens, dear! Here, take a drink of your lemonade," Trudy said as her husband suffered from a sudden bout of coughing.

The main topic of conversation was the storm that had passed by the night before.

"I gathered Jake's trousers up this morning to toss down the laundry chute with the rest of tomorrows wash, and they were so limp and wrinkled that you'd have thought he slept in them," Gertrude said with a laugh towards Rose, completely unaware that Rose knew better. "You'll never believe what he told me! He said that the rain was so refreshing that he sat out on the terrace in the downpour for a while! Perhaps that's what you heard, Bill."

"You heard something, Uncle?" Jake asked in what he hoped was a curious but not alarmed tone.

"Thought I did but it must have just been the storm rattling things around," Bill said, then feeling a bit impish, added, "I thought I heard the gate clanging in the hedges but it was too wet to go check."

"Well, you might as well have, as wet as your pajama bottoms were," Trudy laughed, patting his hand.

"Ah well, they dried out and there's no harm done," he said, amused at Rose as she intently studied her tomato soup. Jake was studying his uncle, clearly trying to decide whether he perhaps was aware of more than he was letting on.

"Well, I think we needed that storm. It cleared the air and made everything seem fresh and new, don't you think?" Trudy asked of Rose, who smiled and nodded. "When are your parents coming home, dear? I'd like to have you all over for dinner."

Rose went on to explain that they were having such a good time with their old chums that they'd decided to stay another night. The talk then turned to Rose's upcoming trip to Chicago to visit her cousin Mildred.

"Yes, I'm leaving next Saturday," Rose sighed, thinking that when she returned that Jake would also be gone. Trying to cover for the sigh, she quickly added, "With Mamie away, I'll have to get started on the laundry myself tomorrow so that I can have everything ready by then."

"Well, you'll be here long enough to see Jake off. He's leaving for Buffalo on Friday afternoon," Trudy said, looking at the nephew that she was becoming so fond of. "But, don't you worry, dear. I'll come over to help you with the laundry."

Rose thanked her gratefully and then Bill suggested a drive in the car after dinner. He had been involved in a great deal of remodeling at the Indiana State Fairgrounds over the last year or so and, since Jake wouldn't be here for the fair itself, thought that he might enjoy seeing some of the new buildings.

The six of them piled in the Collier's car, with Jake, Rose and Betsey in the back seat with the others in front and headed off to 38th Street. Once they arrived, the groundskeeper recognized Bill and was happy to let them onto the property. He took them on a driving tour of the area, with Rose and Gertrude laughing over how odd it seemed to see the grounds deserted, instead of teaming with people.




Rosemarie Ch. 07



"We're so fortunate to live so close," Rose informed Jake who was looking around with interest. "We're less than fifteen minutes away. There are people who pack up and travel here by train, bus, automobile and wagon and have to either stay in a hotel, if they're lucky enough to find a room, or pitch a tent at the campgrounds just down the road."

They stopped at the large main pavilion that Bill had helped design and he walked them through the building. He explained that the fairground hadn't been remodeled in over thirty years and, while they had begun the process a few years ago, the war had brought much of it to a halt since many of the workers were sent overseas. But, in the last year, they'd made an enormous amount of progress and had new buildings for cattle, horses and poultry to be housed and displayed. Those buildings, along with the large pavilion that they were in now, which would be used for multiple events during the fair, had all been designed by Bill's architectural firm.

All concerned were impressed with the new, modern buildings and facilities. As they left the fairgrounds, Betsy and her mother talked about the dress that she'd made and was going to enter in the fair. Bill guided the car downtown and stopped in front of a popular ice cream parlor, announcing that he'd had a craving for the sweet treat and thought the others might enjoy some as well.

All in all, it was a very pleasant afternoon and, to Rose's surprise, not nearly as awkward as she'd feared. She was able to converse naturally with Jake, although she did enjoy a few times when he had inconspicuously rested his hand on the back of her waist or held her hand a bit longer than necessary when helping her in or out of the car. They arrived back at the Colliers around four in the afternoon, and Mr. Collier surprised Jake by suggesting he and Rose go for a drive, if they liked. There was a nice lake not too far from the outskirts of town that he thought they might enjoy. Mrs. Collier insisted they take along a jug of lemonade, a few apples and cheese and a blanket to sit on, then reminded them not to be too late as they would be having dinner around seven that evening.

As they headed out of town, Jake looked over at Rose and smiled, reaching over to grasp her hand and pull her closer to him on the large seat. She complied and slipped her hand through his arm, while not impeding his ability to drive.

"You said you're going to be in Buffalo for a week and then head back to New York?" Rose asked.

"Yes, I'm going to visit a friend from college. Although, the more time that I spend with you, the less I'm looking forward to trading your company for his," Jake said ruefully. "Other than shop and take in a show with your cousin Milly, what do you plan to do in Chicago for the week?"

"I'll spend time being the doting cousin to her two children, of course," Rose smiled.

"Cousin Milly has children?" Jake asked, raising his eyebrows. "From the way you spoke of her, I assumed that she was..ah...unattached."

Rose threw her head back and laughed as Jake tried to be a gentleman regarding her cousin.

"Milly sowed quite a few wild oats when she was young, but she found a man who knew how to keep her in line. She adores him and they have two little boys, aged four and three," Rose informed him, still smiling. Milly had fallen in love with the man whom she had first referred to as "The Spanker", but who Rose eventually came to know as Arthur. His family owned a textile plant outside of Chicago and provided awning fabric to different locations throughout the country. While it didn't sound like an impressive kind of work, it was actually quite lucrative and they lived in a very nice area of the city. Moreover, he made Milly happy and vise versa. Milly had informed Rose that the old saying that a man looses interest once the honeymoon was over DEFINITELY didn't hold true if you knew how to keep him happy in bed, therefore Rose knew that marriage hadn't completely tamed her irrepressible cousin.

"I see," Jake said, looking at her archly. "Here we are, I believe."

The lake was indeed lovely, reflecting the clear blue sky in it's surface. They spread their blanket down on the ground and sat the basket containing their snacks atop it, but decided to stroll around the edge of the water for a bit. Since there were several other couples and a few families enjoying a picnic along the shores, they weren't able to indulge in any physical intimacies, however enjoyed strolling arm in arm around the perimeter a ways. 

"Rose," Jake began, looking at the young woman beside him. "I want you to know that last night meant a great deal to me."

The color in her cheeks heightened at the memory of their passion, however she nodded and replied, "To me, as well. You must know that."

"I'm genuinely honored to have been the first man...well..you know," he said, not wanting to speak too loudly or intimately in the event that someone might be closer than he realized and overhear. "And I want you to know that I believe I'm coming to care a great deal for you."

"Jake, you don't have to say these things," Rose said, shaking her head. "I don't expect anything from you and you don't have to pretend to have feelings for me just because we..we...were lovers last night," she said, whispering the last few words. It felt so wicked, yet so delicious to even say them!

"Rose, if we continue our acquaintance, which I sincerely hope is the case, you'll soon realize that I don't often say things that I don't mean," he said, looking her straight in the eye.

By this time they'd returned to their blanket and set about nibbling at the cheese and apples as they talked and learned more about the other. She discovered that he had two brothers and a sister and that he was an uncle six times over. He discovered that she dabbled in painting with oils and played the piano extremely well. They discussed a wide range of topics ranging from their likes and dislikes when it came to food, literature, music and people. They eventually noticed that they were among only a handful of people left by the lakeshore and, upon checking his watch, Jake was astonished to discover that it was a quarter till seven!

They quickly folded the blanket and grabbed the now empty basket and lemonade jug and ran for the car hand in hand, laughing like children. Jake discovered that his uncle's car could go at a very good clip when need be, however it was still a quarter after seven when they pulled in the Collier's garage.

Breathless with rushing, the two gasped out apologies along the lines of the lovely afternoon distracting them, they lost track of time, and on and on. The Collier's simply laughed at the two and pointed out that the meat was taking longer than anticipated in the barbecue pit so their tardiness was excused.

Once the uncooperative chops were finally done to the cook's satisfaction, the evening meal ensued. Jake and Rose shared a bit about their afternoon at the lake while Agnes told about the afternoon that she'd spent roller skating with her friends. They had pretended that the block was the Indianapolis Motor Speedway and that they were cars in the Indianapolis 500 mile race.

"Yes, Jake, perhaps you can return again next year but we can plan things a bit differently. You can either come earlier for the race, or later for the State Fair," Bill said, thinking that it wouldn't be too terribly difficult to convince his nephew to return for another visit, as long as Rose was next door.

Once the meal was done, they sat and chatted about the rest of the summer for a bit while Agnes and Betsey caught fireflies. Mr. Collier said that he'd be happy to meet Rose's parents at the station and bring them home the next day, as the arrival of their train would be just shortly after he generally left the office.

At ten o'clock Rose bid the Colliers goodnight and thanked them for their hospitality that day. Jake then walked her home, going by way of the gate through the hedges. They joined hands as they walked towards the patio, the scene of last night's passion. Rose felt her heart beginning to beat faster, not sure what to expect this evening. She knew that Jake couldn't be gone for any length of time without arousing suspicion with his relatives.

As they came to the back door, Jake stopped and, pulling her hand, turned Rose to face him. Reaching with his free hand, he cupped her cheek and allowed his gaze to roam over the beauty that he saw there in the moonlight. Bending his head, he kissed her, gently at first and then more deeply, pulling her body close to his. He took a great deal of pleasure in feeling her hands slide around his waist and then smooth up and over the fabric of the shirt that covered his back. They stood there, enjoying the feel and the taste of each other there in the moonlight, until Rose finally broke away.

"You need to go, Jake," she said, trailing her fingers down his cheek. "They'll wonder what's become of you."

Rose crossed the few steps to the back door and then, opening it, went in the house. Turning, she looked down at where Jake was still standing , watching her.

"I'll leave the door unlocked," she said, and then, to make sure there was no misunderstanding what she meant, said, "I'll be waiting for you."

She then closed the door and turned out the kitchen light, while Jake crossed the lawn to the Collier's with a smile of anticipation on his face.