In Search Of Love: The Story of A Mail Order Bride (Mail Order Bride Series) (7 page)

Ohhhhhh, he’s inside.
  The finger moved around the slick interior,  She squirmed as it touched a sensitive spot.  An incredibly sensitive spot.  He gently moved the now lubricated finger against the sensitive spot.  She felt a tremor that began somewhere deep within.  It began to grow, taking on a life of its own.  Pushing, thrusting against his hand, her moans were blocked by his hungry mouth and insistent tongue.  Gradually the wave subsided.  He continued to massage her interior and the feeling grew again, even more powerful than before.  When it ended, she lay limp, her skin glistening from the exertions her body had performed.

“Patrick, that was the most incredible feeling I have ever had.  No one has ever touched me till now and you took me to places I didn’t know existed.  It was wonderful.”  Her hand grasped his member and moved it to her entrance.  She moved it around, feeling a stirring within her body again.

Patrick raised his body slightly and guided his staff to the slick entrance.  He pushed the head inside slightly, then withdrew.  He did it again, a little more deeply.  He moved off and then slid a finger inside, pushing and stretching the inside of her.  He put another finger inside and continued moving, thrilling as her body responded to his touch and sped toward climax once more.  When it subsided, he said, “This is going to hurt.  I’ll be as gentle as I can.”

“Go ahead, Patrick.  I’m all right.  Kiss me to help keep the noise down.”

He pushed, and felt a resistance.  He pushed harder, and felt her cry of pain.  He pushed once again and was through the membrane.  He began to move in and out of her body, trying to be gentle.  Her hips were moving, taking him deeper with each movement.  His passion grew and he began to move faster. Faster. Faster, then he began pulsing, emptying himself inside her.  When he was finished, he relaxed against her, keeping most of his weight on his arms and knees.

“No, Patrick.  I want to feel your body on me.” 

He lowered himself until he was fully upon her, his member still inside.  After a few minutes in this position, he felt a stirring as he began to grow.  Her hips moved against him.  He continued to grow, and she continued to move.  Caught up in the passion, they moved faster and faster.  He She trembled as she was overtaken, then he began to pulse once more.  Together they rode the wave until it waned.

Breathless, she exclaimed, “Wow!  I didn’t know you could reach such heights.  He rolled on his back, pulling her partway on top of him.  One breast resting on his, the other in his hand, as he slowly massaged it.  “That feels good.  I’m going to like being married to you.”

“I’m glad, because I already like being married to you,” he said.  “I hope I didn’t hurt you too much.  I tried to be careful.”

“It hurt a little at first, but then hardly hurt at all.  This was my first time, but I guess you knew that,” she said.

“It was my first time too.  Since I’m a farmer, I know about it, but it was my first time to experience it.  I agree with you.  It was good.”

The train depot was a bustle of activity when Katerina and Patrick went to make the reservations for their trip to Oregon.  The reservations were made for the Thursday morning 9:00AM train to Chicago, where they would change to the train that would carry them the rest of the way.

Wednesday, Katerina began packing her things into
a piece of leather luggage her father had made that remained unsold.  He burned her initials into the leather.  The packing was finished prior to the evening meal.

Mrs. Hauser prepared meal in the German manner, the hot meal as lunch and for the evening meal.  Dark bread was passed around.   Patrick watched Katerina and followed her lead.  He selected a piece of bread and spread butter over it, and added the liverwurst.  He cut off slices of cheese and sausage and lay them on top to cover.  He spread mustard across it and ate the open-faced sandwich with a knife and fork.  He also added pickles and relish.  “This is good,” he exclaimed.  “I’ve never eaten this way before.” 

Mrs. Hauser beamed at the praise of her food.  “Danke,” she said.  Katerina explained danke meant thank you.

After dinner, Katerina and Patrick went for a walk.  Hand in hand, they strolled the streets of the German section of  Columbus, pausing to look in the windows.  “Do you feel sad that you’re leaving your home tomorrow, and may never return?” he asked.

“I’m sad to be leaving Mama and Papa,” she answered.  “I will especially miss Papa.  He was a good friend as well as a good Papa.  I could always talk to him about any problem.  He would listen and usually had sound advice for me.  I have never been able to talk to Mama the way I can with Papa.  He says it is because of the rough life she had before coming to America,”

“I’m that way with my Mama.  I always talk to her first, and she will tell me her feelings about the subject.  When I found out how much this trip would cost and then wrote the terrible letter, she gave me a stern lecture about spoken and unspoken communications.  She asked me to think about the possibility that you and I might not be suited for each other, but then she asked how I would feel if you were the love of my life and I missed the chance.  Then I talked to Papa and he basically told me the same thing.  At a family dinner, my brothers told me to go for it and they would take care of my farm while I was gone. 

“I’m fortunate to have such a loving and caring family.  Since I was the youngest of five, the others always said Mama spoiled me.  I didn’t think so,” he said and laughed  “I thought I deserved it.  My brothers were my protectors.”

“And now you are my protector,” Katerina said, wrapping her arms around his neck and molding her body to his.  “Are you going to make love to me tonight?” she asked.

“I certainly hope so,” he said, cupping a breast in one hand, squeezing it gently, as he lowered his head to kiss her.  Her mouth was open and inviting and he took full advantage of it, exploring the interior with his tongue, bringing forth low moans from deep within her body.

She unbuttoned his shirt, and rubbed her hand over the hairy chest.  She pushed the shirt down his arms and onto the floor.  She unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the floor.  Then she slid his underwear down and he stepped out of it.  “You are magnificent,” she said and grasped his erect member.  She moved her hand over the smooth stretched skin and gave it a few pumps. 

He groaned, and in a voice husky with desire, said, “Now, I’m going to undress you and kiss every part of your body.”

“Soon, I hope,” she said, and turned so he could begin disrobing her.  Fully undressed, holding his staff in her hand, she moved it to her entrance and rubbed herself with it.  She could feel herself becoming very wet.  “I get shivers just at the touch of it,” she said.

He laid her back against the bed, and hungrily possessed her mouth.  He kissed her forehead, cheeks and nose with light butterfly touch kisses.  When he moved to the neck’s tender skin, she arched her head back as he kissed his way toward her breasts, mouthing first one and then the other.  He moved down and traced the outline of her navel.  He paused and traced the edges with his tongue.

“Spread you legs wide,” he said, cupping her hips and elevating them slightly.  With his tongue he flicked the edges of her folds at the entrance to her inner being.   Her moans were becoming more intense.

Katerina place her hands on either side of Patrick’s head as he moved around. 
I can’t stand this,
she said, not knowing if she had said it aloud or not. 
I never imagined a tongue could be used in such a way.  It’s touching me… Ohhhhh, he’s putting it inside me.  I can’t stand it
, and she lost her mind to the onrush of passion leading to a powerful climax.  Writhing, twisting, and thrashing, she began undulating her hips against Patrick’s mouth as she held his head tightly.  It waned and she relaxed.

“I don’t know what you did to me, but I’ll never be the same again,” she said, kissing him with a fervor she had never felt before.  “I can taste myself on your tongue.  It tastes sort of sweet, you know.”

“That’s because you’re so sweet,” he said, as he mounted her.  The juices of her body made the penetration much easier than the first time.  He teased by pulling out and reentering, even as she pushed her hips up to meet him.  They moved in a synchronicity that belied the lack of their experience.  He felt his surge coming and began moving faster, pumping it out and into her cavity.

Spent, he lowered himself onto her stretched out body, then rolled onto his back, with her half on and half off.  And they fell asleep.

Morning came, and the day dawned bright and clear.  Patrick carried Katerina’s luggage and his carpet bag downstairs.  With Karl’s help, he had hired a young man and his carriage to take them to the train depot. 

The previous day, they had decided to say their goodbyes at the apartment and the Hausers would not accompany them to the station.  The carriage came, Patrick and the driver loaded the luggage onto the wagon.  Katerina hugged her mother, kissed her goodbye and said, “Thank you Mama for taking care of me all of these years.”

“It was my responsibility,” her mother said.

“I love you, Mama.  Take good care of Papa, he’s going to miss me.”

To her father then, she hugged him fiercely.  “I love you, Papa, and I am going to miss you every day.”  Tears streaming down her cheeks and reluctant to let him go, she clung to him.

“I love you too, Liebchen.  You are a good daughter, and I will miss you.  I’ve always been proud of you.  Be a good wife to Patrick.  He is a good man.  Make us some enkelkinder, and God be willing, we will see them someday.”

He stepped back, reached into the pocket of his leather apron and said, “Liebchen, promise not to open this until you are at your farm,” and he handed her a small package.

“What is it?” she asked.

“It’s a small present for you, now promise,” he said.

Between the sobs, she said, “I promise, Papa.  You have been as good a papa as any girl could want.  I love you so much it hurts.  Goodbye, Papa.”

Patrick helped her into the carriage and it moved off toward downtown Columbus and the train station.  She turned and looked back.  Her father was still standing in the same place watching them go.  She waved, “Goodbye, Papa.  I love you,” she whispered.

Patrick put his arm around her.  She turned her head into his shoulder and cried, all of the way to the station.

Katerina’s luggage had been turned over to the agent at the depot.  She would not see it again until they arrived in Oregon.  Patrick had all of his things with him, while Katerina had a small carpet bag to carry the items she would need during the four and one-half day trip to Oregon City.  They were seated in the second car back of the engine, in their assigned seats.  At Patrick’s insistence, Katerina sat by the window.  The car jerked twice and began moving slowly out of the station, gradually picking up speed.  Through the window, she could see the thick black smoke belched from the engine as it drove the large steel wheels,  It moved through parts of Columbus Katerina had never seen.  Then it was traveling past the farms.  These were of particular interest to Patrick and he paid close attention.  He pointed out the crops, “That is wheat, just like on our farm, and that is corn.  This is good farmland.  Not as good as Oregon, but good land.”

They arrived in Chicago at 2:30PM.  Having made the trip eastward, Patrick was the experienced traveler.  Taking Katerina’s bag under his arm and his in hand, and led her to the train they would ride the rest of the way.

“Patrick, don’t forget about my clothes?  They were in the back of the train,” she said.

“They have handlers to move baggage between trains.  I paid the man extra to make sure it gets put on our train.  It will be there the same times we are,” he said.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“I’m sure, honey.  It’s okay,” he said.

She stopped.  “You never called me honey before.”

“Well, you are.  You’re sweet, so you’re my honey,” he said.

When he came eastward, it was dark as he passed through the stockyards.  This time, he could actually see the cattle.  He pointed them out as the train moved past.  “It’s kind of sad, seeing all of those animals, knowing they will be killed tomorrow or the next day,” she said.

“It’s what they are raised for, honey.  They help feed the country, just as what we grow on our farm.”

“Do we have cattle?” she asked. 

“Only a cow for milk,” he answered.  “It takes a lot of land to raise cattle.  You have to have grass where they can graze, then as they eat the grass down, you have to move them to another location.  It’s a constant thing, moving from one pasture to another.  Then you have to breed them to keep your herd growing.  I like being a farmer.  Both my Pa and Grandpa were farmers, and Papa still is, so are my brothers.”

Katerina watched with fascination as the porter converted the Pullman daytime coach into a sleeping car.  He dropped a bed from the ceiling and converted the seat below into a berth also, and demonstrated the privacy curtain.  Patrick said, “I’ll take the upper berth, since it will be easier for you to get into the lower.”

“Why not get into the lower one with me?” she asked.  “At home, we used no more space than that.” 

“That works for me,” he said.  They changed into night clothes in the washroom at the end of the car.  Patrick stood outside the washroom while Katerina changed into her night clothes, then he changed.  Back in the berth, there was not much room, but they managed to get comfortable. With the privacy curtain pulled to block out the hallway candlelight, it was dark in their section. 

Katerina felt a hand on her breast, squeezing and rolling the fabric covered nipple between his thumb and forefinger.  “What are you doing?” she whispered amid a soft giggle.

“Exploring,” he answered.  His hand tugged at the hem of her dress until she elevated her hips to allow him to pull it up and slide his hand into her pantaloons.  As he massaged the folds outside her vault, she felt herself become wet.  Squirming around to get into their position of him on bottom and her half sideways and half on top, and with her gown pulled up to her breasts, he slid the pantaloons down and managed to slide his shaft into the desired place.  With her head buried in the gap between his chin and chest, muffling her sounds, they managed to accomplish a satisfactory semblance of making love.

“I feel like everyone knows what we are doing,” she whispered.

“So, it’s a natural thing to do,” he said.  They were to perform this natural act each of the nights they were on the train, with Patrick climbing into the upper berth sometime during the night.

Each was learning the other’s body, marveling at the delights and pleasures they could and did provide.

On across the plains of Illinois and Missouri, the train plunged through the darkness.  Across the miles and miles of nothing but miles and miles that comprise Iowa and Nebraska.  The sameness changed when they passed through Wyoming and the mountains that continued into Idaho.  On Tuesday morning they were in Oregon, on the home stretch.

Just before 1:00PM on Tuesday, the train pulled into the station at Oregon City.  With him holding her hand to steady her as she stepped onto the small step provided by the porter, they exited the train.  Blinking in the bright sunlight, Katerina looked around and took in the hustle and bustle of a train station inherent with the arrival of each train. 

Patrick looked around, and pointed.  “There’s my brother, James.  Holding her hand, and leading the way, he walked over to a tall, lean suntanned man, his eyebrows shaded by a Stetson hat.  “James, this is Katerina.  We were married six days ago.  Katerina, my oldest brother and protector, James.”

“Welcome to Oregon City, Katerina.  Little brother, you did good.  We were hoping you wouldn’t come back empty handed.”  To Katerina, he said, “Did he surprise you?”

“He did indeed,” she said.  “I came home from school and he was in the apartment, talking with Mama.  I had no idea he was coming.”

“That took a little pushing and shoving on the part of our family, to get him started,” James said.

“Well, I didn’t have the money, and I didn’t want to mislead Katerina,” he said defensively.

“You forgot one thing,” James said.

“What’s that?” Patrick asked.

“You forgot family. The Murphys stick together and when one has a problem, they all work together to fix it. You had a problem and we helped take care of it, and from what I’ve seen so far, you did a magnificent job of it. I may give this a try myself,” James answered.

“I’m a Murphy now and I’ll help you out. You can have my copy of The Matrimonial News. I won’t need it any more,” Katerina said.

“I like this girl,” James said.

“Just don’t like her too much,” Patrick said. “She’s taken.”

“Let’s go home,” James said. “It’s time the family met your bride. They’re all anxious to meet her.”

The wagon was loaded, Patrick helped Katerina onto the seat, James flicked the reins and they rode off with Katerina anxious to meet her new family.