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Authors: Susan Leigh Carlton
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kiss me,” she said.
He brought his closed lips to touch hers. He felt a tingle, when they touched.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” she asked. “Did you like it?’
“It was okay,” he said.
“Okay? Was that all, just okay?” she demanded.
“I liked it,” he said.
“That’s better,” she said happily.
Their trysts continued. They were together at every opportunity. Neither displayed any interest in others their age. Though they were a grade apart in school, they managed to meet almost on a daily basis.
One Sunday, in their spot, when Cody brought his lips to touch hers, Bethany parted her lips and ran her tongue along the outside edges of Cody’s. He was set ablaze. “Where did you learn that,” he asked.
“I read about it in one of Mama’s books,” she said, “so I decided to try it. Did you like it?”
“Uh huh,” he said.
“You do it to me,” she said.
He touched her lips, and moved his tongue along her lips. She parted them, and touched his tongue with hers. He heard a low moan from her throat. They played with this fire until after her sixteenth birthday, but kept it under control, though it smoldered beneath the surface.
* * *
Cody was eighteen when talk of war between the northern and southern states gained intensity. When he spoke of it to Bethany, she shushed him. “I don’t like talk of a war. It makes me sad.” she said. “I will hear no more of it,” she declared. “Now, are you going to kiss me or talk about war?”
He kissed her.
On her eighteenth birthday, he surprised her by taking her to dinner at the hotel restaurant. After a long dinner, they were preparing to leave, when she said to him, “Let’s go for a walk, to our spot.”
Using his pet name for her, he said, “Bethie, it’s dark. I should be getting you home.”
“I don’t want to go home. It’s my eighteenth birthday, and I want to celebrate,” she said.
Knowing argument was futile, he took her hand as they walked along the path in the moonlight. Finding their spot wasn’t as easy as they thought it would be, but finally they found it. Cody sat in the grass with his back against a tree. For the first time she sat in his lap, and kissed him hungrily. He returned the kiss with equal fervor.
Bethany took his hand in hers and guided it to her breast, surprising him. He started to remove it, but she held it firmly in place, and continued to kiss him deeply.
She broke the kiss, and sat up, and undid three buttons of her dress. She squirmed and moved her chemise up and moved his hand inside until it came in contact with the bare skin of her breast. She ran her tongue in his ear and whispered, “There’s more. I want you to touch all of me. I’m a woman now, and I want to be loved. “Will you love me, Cody?” she asked?”
“Yes,” he croaked. Then they…
chapterTwo
Cody’s Home Problems
Diphtheria had struck southern Ohio. When Mary, Cody’s sister became ill, it was thought to be no more than a sore throat. Three weeks later, she succumbed to the disease. Her family was devastated.
The death of his beloved daughter affected Samuel Thompson more deeply than the rest of the family. He lost interest in farming. For two years in a row, there was no crop to sell. They were living on food from the garden. Cody’s father began drinking. He was always angry, and turned abusive towards his wife.
When Cody saw her black eye, he asked, “What happened, Mama?”
“I tripped over something and hit my head on the side of the bed,” she said.
Cody accepted what his mother told him, because he had never known her to lie. When he noticed the bruises on her face and arms, he asked again. She mumbled an unintelligible answer.
“Mama, did Papa do this?” he asked.
“He didn’t mean to hurt me,” she said. “He won’t do it again.”
Cody was studying in his room when he heard his mother cry out. He ran into the bedroom to find her on the floor, crying, his drunken father standing over
He brought his closed lips to touch hers. He felt a tingle, when they touched.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” she asked. “Did you like it?’
“It was okay,” he said.
“Okay? Was that all, just okay?” she demanded.
“I liked it,” he said.
“That’s better,” she said happily.
Their trysts continued. They were together at every opportunity. Neither displayed any interest in others their age. Though they were a grade apart in school, they managed to meet almost on a daily basis.
One Sunday, in their spot, when Cody brought his lips to touch hers, Bethany parted her lips and ran her tongue along the outside edges of Cody’s. He was set ablaze. “Where did you learn that,” he asked.
“I read about it in one of Mama’s books,” she said, “so I decided to try it. Did you like it?”
“Uh huh,” he said.
“You do it to me,” she said.
He touched her lips, and moved his tongue along her lips. She parted them, and touched his tongue with hers. He heard a low moan from her throat. They played with this fire until after her sixteenth birthday, but kept it under control, though it smoldered beneath the surface.
* * *
Cody was eighteen when talk of war between the northern and southern states gained intensity. When he spoke of it to Bethany, she shushed him. “I don’t like talk of a war. It makes me sad.” she said. “I will hear no more of it,” she declared. “Now, are you going to kiss me or talk about war?”
He kissed her.
On her eighteenth birthday, he surprised her by taking her to dinner at the hotel restaurant. After a long dinner, they were preparing to leave, when she said to him, “Let’s go for a walk, to our spot.”
Using his pet name for her, he said, “Bethie, it’s dark. I should be getting you home.”
“I don’t want to go home. It’s my eighteenth birthday, and I want to celebrate,” she said.
Knowing argument was futile, he took her hand as they walked along the path in the moonlight. Finding their spot wasn’t as easy as they thought it would be, but finally they found it. Cody sat in the grass with his back against a tree. For the first time she sat in his lap, and kissed him hungrily. He returned the kiss with equal fervor.
Bethany took his hand in hers and guided it to her breast, surprising him. He started to remove it, but she held it firmly in place, and continued to kiss him deeply.
She broke the kiss, and sat up, and undid three buttons of her dress. She squirmed and moved her chemise up and moved his hand inside until it came in contact with the bare skin of her breast. She ran her tongue in his ear and whispered, “There’s more. I want you to touch all of me. I’m a woman now, and I want to be loved. “Will you love me, Cody?” she asked?”
“Yes,” he croaked. Then they…
chapterTwo
Cody’s Home Problems
Diphtheria had struck southern Ohio. When Mary, Cody’s sister became ill, it was thought to be no more than a sore throat. Three weeks later, she succumbed to the disease. Her family was devastated.
The death of his beloved daughter affected Samuel Thompson more deeply than the rest of the family. He lost interest in farming. For two years in a row, there was no crop to sell. They were living on food from the garden. Cody’s father began drinking. He was always angry, and turned abusive towards his wife.
When Cody saw her black eye, he asked, “What happened, Mama?”
“I tripped over something and hit my head on the side of the bed,” she said.
Cody accepted what his mother told him, because he had never known her to lie. When he noticed the bruises on her face and arms, he asked again. She mumbled an unintelligible answer.
“Mama, did Papa do this?” he asked.
“He didn’t mean to hurt me,” she said. “He won’t do it again.”
Cody was studying in his room when he heard his mother cry out. He ran into the bedroom to find her on the floor, crying, his drunken father standing over
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