Pearce's Plea: A Bridal Reckoning

Mr. and Mrs. Pearce were a little disappointed that their daughter wouldn’t have the big wedding they wanted for her, but her happiness was more important. Besides, time was too dear. When Ann and Ed reached the house, they found Mr. Pearce had arrived and explained the situation to his wife. She was surprised and pained that Ed was called back to military duty, but overjoyed for her daughter’s romance. The four discussed wedding plans. Ed wanted to call a preacher or a judge and marry Ann right then, but her parents said she needed a few hours to prepare. Ann silently thanked them; she realized she wanted to be at her best for this precious man. Though, she also admitted to herself, she wanted him so badly she couldn’t imagine surviving this night.

They agreed that the next afternoon would work. The parents slipped to their room to let Ed say goodnight to Ann. The parting was so strange and giddy and tender; Ann felt herself get weak when Ed kissed her with soft, slow gentleness. He said it had to last her until they kissed at the wedding. Then he left into the rainy night and she floated to her room.

The minister and his wife were called at nine the next morning, and they delightedly promised to come over at whatever time the Pearces named. A handful of close friends were invited too, including the Hodges.

Ann had a pretty white silk dress that she’d bought in preparation for a musical event a few months out. She decided to make it her wedding gown since she didn’t have time to buy a proper one. Her mother helped her get ready and gave her a lovely string of pearls from her own jewel case. Mr. Pearce came in a while later with a simple silver band, which he offered to Ann to give her groom.

The ceremony was simple and short, held in the big parlor. Guests sat on sofas and chairs. It was quite informal, except for the moment Mr. Pearce led Ann in from an adjoining room towards the big window where the minister stood, and beside him, in a well-fitting suit, Ed.

Once the vows were spoken and rings given, the minister spoke with great kindness to the new bride and groom. “You are starting the journey of marriage at the same time that you face the conflict of war. It will be rough at times, even unbearable. For a season, you’ll be apart. There will be doubts and loneliness and temptations. But with the grace of God and the knowledge of His love, you will both endure. Remember His love, for it alone will give you love for each other. May He carry you both and prosper your union. Ed, you may kiss your bride.”

Ed’s eyes, bright and full of emotion, turned to Ann. There was anticipation and some nervousness on her face, but she read the same on his, and it touched her. They were in this together and it was sweet knowledge. He bent his head, and as he drew her close, he met her lips with his. Ann wanted time to stand still as their bond was sealed, not just by law, but by love.

There was applause, the new couple walked out, and then Mr. Pearce announced a few refreshments in the dining room. The guests all knew by now of Ed’s imminent departure and understood that he and Ann wanted as much time together as possible. They were going to Ed’s apartment for their honeymoon. Once Ann collected the suitcase she’d packed earlier, she and Ed said farewell to her parents and the guests and got in his car.

“Do you think it was hasty?” Mrs. Pearce whispered, unable to keep back tears as her daughter, now a married woman, drove away.

Mr. Pearce put his arm around her, his own eyes suspiciously shiny. “No. The Lord’s guidance was very clear. Ed is a good man. And she’ll be back with us soon.”

Ed and Ann didn’t speak much while they drove, but their hands were tightly clasped. Ann was deeply, soberly happy—deeply because this glorious gift of married love was now hers, and soberly because she must soon let her husband go, perhaps into great danger. Over and over she gazed at him, studying his profile, his hair, the muscles in his jaw and neck, aching to get close and take his clothes off and kiss every bit of his body. All the things that happened in those erotic dreams were now possibilities, future realities. She would see him the way he was in those nocturnal visions, sweating, naked, passionate, claiming her with his lips and hands and thirsting manhood. At the thought, she blushed, then asked herself why. It wasn’t wrong to think those kinds of thoughts now. She was his wife, and he was her husband. Joy of joys!

When they arrived, Ed got out, opened her door, and fetched her bag. “It’s not much of a honeymoon location,” he said gently, “but I hope you like it.”

“It’s your home. I already like it,” she assured him with a sweet smile. He took her hand and they went into the building, climbed the stairs, and treaded down a carpeted hallway. The last door on the left was Ed’s. He unlocked and opened it, set her bag inside, then turned and lifted her in his arms. She rested her head on his shoulder. As he set her on her feet, he pulled her close, murmuring passionately, “My darling, I love you!” and then met her mouth with his.

When she was able to back away a little, she also whispered, “I love you.” She loved his kisses. They were sweet and overpowering and made her feel like a cherished gem. But… now they were free to go further. Ed sensed her thoughts, and his hands caressed her body.

“Ann, baby, I need you. I want to make love to you,” he said in that husky softness that melted her.

“Oh, I want it too! Please, let’s do it. I want to be so close to you for every second we have together.”

“Every second. Yes, let’s make them count,” he assented, his hands straying to intimate places.

They kissed deep and long while undressing each other. Ann felt Ed pause once her clothes were off, and raising her eyes to his face, she saw that he was gazing at her with oddly wet eyes.

“Baby! What’s wrong?” she asked tenderly, touching his cheek.

“You’re so lovely,” he whispered, his eyes full of her. Then he pulled her close, tucking her head into his shoulder, and kissing her hair over and over. “Oh, Ann… how… how can I leave you?”

“You’ll never really leave me,” she answered, turning so her voice wasn’t muffled. “Our hearts are knit together, darling. We are no more two, but one. At least… we will be when… you’re inside me.”

Her words sent a spasm of delight and need through Ed’s groin, and he led her decisively to the bed.

Though they both felt such a tender love for each other, their hunger for physical closeness was almost irresistible. They touched and kissed and tried to melt into each other even before they ever fully consummated their love. Neither was shy; there was no time for that now. When Ed finally entered her, slow and patient, fighting with his intense lust for her, Ann cried out and pulled him in harder.

For a moment they stayed like that, united in the deepest way humanly possible, their lips meeting over and over. Ed’s hands stroked her silky arms and thighs, while she traced her fingers over his broad back and shoulders.

“Oh, how I’ve longed for this!” she whispered, feeling tears rise to her eyes. “Take me, Ed.”

“Oh Ann…” and in that tempo as old as Eden, he claimed his bride.

There was applause, the new couple walked out, and then Mr. Pearce announced a few refreshments in the dining room. The guests all knew by now of Ed’s imminent departure and understood that he and Ann wanted as much time together as possible. They were going to Ed’s apartment for their honeymoon. Once Ann collected the suitcase she’d packed earlier, she and Ed said farewell to her parents and the guests and got in his car.

“Do you think it was hasty?” Mrs. Pearce whispered, unable to keep back tears as her daughter, now a married woman, drove away.

Mr. Pearce put his arm around her, his own eyes suspiciously shiny. “No. The Lord’s guidance was very clear. Ed is a good man. And she’ll be back with us soon.”

Ed and Ann didn’t speak much while they drove, but their hands were tightly clasped. Ann was deeply, soberly happy—deeply because this glorious gift of married love was now hers, and soberly because she must soon let her husband go, perhaps into great danger. Over and over she gazed at him, studying his profile, his hair, the muscles in his jaw and neck, aching to get close and take his clothes off and kiss every bit of his body. All the things that happened in those erotic dreams were now possibilities, future realities. She would see him the way he was in those nocturnal visions, sweating, naked, passionate, claiming her with his lips and hands and thirsting manhood. At the thought, she blushed, then asked herself why. It wasn’t wrong to think those kinds of thoughts now. She was his wife, and he was her husband. Joy of joys!

When they arrived, Ed got out, opened her door, and fetched her bag. “It’s not much of a honeymoon location,” he said gently, “but I hope you like it.”

“It’s your home. I already like it,” she assured him with a sweet smile. He took her hand and they went into the building, climbed the stairs, and treaded down a carpeted hallway. The last door on the left was Ed’s. He unlocked and opened it, set her bag inside, then turned and lifted her in his arms. She rested her head on his shoulder. As he set her on her feet, he pulled her close, murmuring passionately, “My darling, I love you!” and then met her mouth with his.

When she was able to back away a little, she also whispered, “I love you.” She loved his kisses. They were sweet and overpowering and made her feel like a cherished gem. But… now they were free to go further. Ed sensed her thoughts, and his hands caressed her body.

“Ann, baby, I need you. I want to make love to you,” he said in that husky softness that melted her.

“Oh, I want it too! Please, let’s do it. I want to be so close to you for every second we have together.”

“Every second. Yes, let’s make them count,” he assented, his hands straying to intimate places.

They kissed deep and long while undressing each other. Ann felt Ed pause once her clothes were off, and raising her eyes to his face, she saw that he was gazing at her with oddly wet eyes.

“Baby! What’s wrong?” she asked tenderly, touching his cheek.

“You’re so lovely,” he whispered, his eyes full of her. Then he pulled her close, tucking her head into his shoulder, and kissing her hair over and over. “Oh, Ann… how… how can I leave you?”

“You’ll never really leave me,” she answered, turning so her voice wasn’t muffled. “Our hearts are knit together, darling. We are no more two, but one. At least… we will be when… you’re inside me.”

Her words sent a spasm of delight and need through Ed’s groin, and he led her decisively to the bed.

Though they both felt such a tender love for each other, their hunger for physical closeness was almost irresistible. They touched and kissed and tried to melt into each other even before they ever fully consummated their love. Neither was shy; there was no time for that now. When Ed finally entered her, slow and patient, fighting with his intense lust for her, Ann cried out and pulled him in harder.

For a moment they stayed like that, united in the deepest way humanly possible, their lips meeting over and over. Ed’s hands stroked her silky arms and thighs, while she traced her fingers over his broad back and shoulders.

“Oh, how I’ve longed for this!” she whispered, feeling tears rise to her eyes. “Take me, Ed.”

“Oh Ann…” and in that tempo as old as Eden, he claimed his bride.

There was applause, the new couple walked out, and then Mr. Pearce announced a few refreshments in the dining room. The guests all knew by now of Ed’s imminent departure and understood that he and Ann wanted as much time together as possible. They were going to Ed’s apartment for their honeymoon. Once Ann collected the suitcase she’d packed earlier, she and Ed said farewell to her parents and the guests and got in his car.

“Do you think it was hasty?” Mrs. Pearce whispered, unable to keep back tears as her daughter, now a married woman, drove away.

Mr. Pearce put his arm around her, his own eyes suspiciously shiny. “No. The Lord’s guidance was very clear. Ed is a good man. And she’ll be back with us soon.”

Ed and Ann didn’t speak much while they drove, but their hands were tightly clasped. Ann was deeply, soberly happy—deeply because this glorious gift of married love was now hers, and soberly because she must soon let her husband go, perhaps into great danger. Over and over she gazed at him, studying his profile, his hair, the muscles in his jaw and neck, aching to get close and take his clothes off and kiss every bit of his body. All the things that happened in those erotic dreams were now possibilities, future realities. She would see him the way he was in those nocturnal visions, sweating, naked, passionate, claiming her with his lips and hands and thirsting manhood. At the thought, she blushed, then asked herself why. It wasn’t wrong to think those kinds of thoughts now. She was his wife, and he was her husband. Joy of joys!

When they arrived, Ed got out, opened her door, and fetched her bag. “It’s not much of a honeymoon location,” he said gently, “but I hope you like it.”

“It’s your home. I already like it,” she assured him with a sweet smile. He took her hand and they went into the building, climbed the stairs, and treaded down a carpeted hallway. The last door on the left was Ed’s. He unlocked and opened it, set her bag inside, then turned and lifted her in his arms. She rested her head on his shoulder. As he set her on her feet, he pulled her close, murmuring passionately, “My darling, I love you!” and then met her mouth with his.

When she was able to back away a little, she also whispered, “I love you.” She loved his kisses. They were sweet and overpowering and made her feel like a cherished gem. But… now they were free to go further. Ed sensed her thoughts, and his hands caressed her body.

“Ann, baby, I need you. I want to make love to you,” he said in that husky softness that melted her.

“Oh, I want it too! Please, let’s do it. I want to be so close to you for every second we have together.”

“Every second. Yes, let’s make them count,” he assented, his hands straying to intimate places.

They kissed deep and long while undressing each other. Ann felt Ed pause once her clothes were off, and raising her eyes to his face, she saw that he was gazing at her with oddly wet eyes.

“Baby! What’s wrong?” she asked tenderly, touching his cheek.

“You’re so lovely,” he whispered, his eyes full of her. Then he pulled her close, tucking her head into his shoulder, and kissing her hair over and over. “Oh, Ann… how… how can I leave you?”

“You’ll never really leave me,” she answered, turning so her voice wasn’t muffled. “Our hearts are knit together, darling. We are no more two, but one. At least… we will be when… you’re inside me.”

Her words sent a spasm of delight and need through Ed’s groin, and he led her decisively to the bed.

Though they both felt such a tender love for each other, their hunger for physical closeness was almost irresistible. They touched and kissed and tried to melt into each other even before they ever fully consummated their love. Neither was shy; there was no time for that now. When Ed finally entered her, slow and patient, fighting with his intense lust for her, Ann cried out and pulled him in harder.

For a moment they stayed like that, united in the deepest way humanly possible, their lips meeting over and over. Ed’s hands stroked her silky arms and thighs, while she traced her fingers over his broad back and shoulders.

“Oh, how I’ve longed for this!” she whispered, feeling tears rise to her eyes. “Take me, Ed.”

“Oh Ann…” and in that tempo as old as Eden, he claimed his bride.

There was applause, the new couple walked out, and then Mr. Pearce announced a few refreshments in the dining room. The guests all knew by now of Ed’s imminent departure and understood that he and Ann wanted as much time together as possible. They were going to Ed’s apartment for their honeymoon. Once Ann collected the suitcase she’d packed earlier, she and Ed said farewell to her parents and the guests and got in his car.

“Do you think it was hasty?” Mrs. Pearce whispered, unable to keep back tears as her daughter, now a married woman, drove away.

Mr. Pearce put his arm around her, his own eyes suspiciously shiny. “No. The Lord’s guidance was very clear. Ed is a good man. And she’ll be back with us soon.”

Ed and Ann didn’t speak much while they drove, but their hands were tightly clasped. Ann was deeply, soberly happy—deeply because this glorious gift of married love was now hers, and soberly because she must soon let her husband go, perhaps into great danger. Over and over she gazed at him, studying his profile, his hair, the muscles in his jaw and neck, aching to get close and take his clothes off and kiss every bit of his body. All the things that happened in those erotic dreams were now possibilities, future realities. She would see him the way he was in those nocturnal visions, sweating, naked, passionate, claiming her with his lips and hands and thirsting manhood. At the thought, she blushed, then asked herself why. It wasn’t wrong to think those kinds of thoughts now. She was his wife, and he was her husband. Joy of joys!

When they arrived, Ed got out, opened her door, and fetched her bag

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