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 Nina

   Chapter 7

   Monday.  Double Monday, because it was the first day back from vacation.
NO, Make that a rare TRIPLE Monday, because it was also the first day of
work after a honeymoon, and a guy just doesn't get that many honeymoons.

   The alarm went off unsympathetically.  I got up and headed to the
bathroom to wash my face, and I jumped a little in surprise when I felt
Nina's arms wrap around me from behind.

   "Babe," I said, "You could've slept in, you know..."

   "No, baby," she smiled.  "You're up, and I wanna be up with you.  That
bed's no fun without you in it."

   I was glad.  We kissed, and then as I was getting dressed, I heard her
in the kitchen.

   "Cereal okay this morning, babe?" I heard her call.

   "Sure," I said.  "That's fine." As I was pulling on my shoes, I flipped
on the TV to catch the news.  I saw her set a bowl on the table for me and
I sat down as she followed with one for herself.

   "Coffee's on, too.  By the time you finish your cereal." We ate,
talking, smiling, then she collected the bowls and silverware and returned
with two mugs of coffee.

   "Babe, you don't have to wait on me."

   "I know," she said, "but you're going to go to work all day and I'm
going to stay here until one and then go to the library and read books to
kids.  I'd feel guilty."

   "Don't," I said.  "but I appreciate this.  I really do.  And I love you
for it."

   She giggled.  "I would hope you love me for more than a nasty ol' cup of
coffee!"

   "I don't have time for the whole list, little brown-haired girl," I
said. I finished the coffee and stood to leave.  She stood with me.  We
walked to the door.  She kissed me before closing the door behind me.

   I walked into the office to the good-natured jibes of my co-workers,
right down to a smiling Jannie.  I found my in-box hidden under project
files and paperwork and spent most of the morning alternating between
catching up on email and sorting through the stack.  An hour before lunch I
couldn't look at paper any more.  I had to escape.

   Walking past Jannie, she remarked, "I tried to keep as much off you as I
could, but I can't do all that stuff, Dan."

   "I know, Jannie," I said.  "I appreciate it.  I have to get out of the
office for a while.  I'll be back." I slipped out the door and took my
golfcart out into the plant to see a couple of jobs I knew were in
progress.

   I found out that not only had word of my new marriage gotten out, but so
had details like Nina's age.  And a few other things.

   "My daughter went to school with that little girl you married, Dan," one
older electrician told me.

   "Your daughter graduated this year, too, Steve-o," I said.  "I got an
invitation from her." I smiled.  "Since there's only one school in town, I
suppose that's sort of unavoidable that they knew each other."

   He shook his head, "Yeah, you're right.  But I had to ask Britney
anyway, you know.  Curiosity and all that." He wiped his hands with a shop
rag as we talked.  "She said your Nina was always sort of different in
school.  Kids thought she was maybe, you know..."

   I laughed.  "Yeah, I know.  Nina told me what the rumors were, so you
saying it doesn't surprise me."

   "Oh, don't get me wrong, Dan!  I'm happy for you.  Just, you know, kind
of a surprise." He rubbed the stubble on his chin.  "'Course, when I think
of some of the boys that Brit's brought home ...  I think I'd trade age for
intelligence and a future..."

   "Dammit, Steve," I said, "how do you think your father in law felt when
YOU first waltzed in the front door with HIS daughter?"

   "Good point, Dan," he said.  "But still ...  Eighteen.  You know you're
sort of a legend around the lunchroom now..."

   "People need something to talk about," I shrugged.

   "Yeah, but a forty year old engineer with an eighteen year old wife,
that's GOOD!"

   As I drove back to the office building I mulled over that thought. 
Smiling.

   Back at the office, a couple of my co-workers mentioned a run outside
the plant for lunch.

   "Any vendors around that we can squeeze for a free meal?" I asked.  We
were a large, lucrative client for a whole lot of services and supplies and
the salesmen from those companies frequently bought lunch while we "talked
business".

   "No," Harvey said.  "We're on our own."

   "Well," I said, "let's go, then." I had Harvey riding with me in the
front seat and another guy in the back seat.  We headed to a nearby eatery
that was set up for the lunch crowd from the local industries.

   My phone rang.  I held it up.  Nina.

   Harvey smirked.  "Hmmphh!  Newlyweds!"

   "Hey, Nina baby," I said.

   "Hi, love," she answered.  "You said I could call around eleven-thirty.
How's your day?"

   "Too long," I said.  "Me and Harvey and Dave are headed to Binky's for
lunch.  Are you on the road somewhere near there?"

   "'Bout a mile away.  Your buddies don't mind if I join you?"

   "Nina wants to know if it's okay if she joins us for lunch," I
questioned.  I heard no complaints.  Saw a couple of grins.  "Come on, baby
doll," I told her.

   "See you in a few minutes, baby," she chirped.

   "Okay, little girl!  I love you!"

   "Love ya too, babe!" she said, and hung up.

   "Gaggggg!" Dave said.

   "Jealousy is a terrible emotion, bud," I told him, laughing.

   "Dammit, Dan, I AM jealous.  She sure was pretty when ya'll got
married."

   "Your wife's a doll, too, Dave.  We all need to get together for a
barbecue soon, you know..."

   "I can make that happen," Harvey said.

   "Nah, needs to be at my place.  Nina's rollout as a proper engineer's
wife an' all that!" I laughed.  "B'sides, Harv, I've had your barbecue."
That got a few laughs.  We were constantly competing over barbecue.

   We pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, went inside and got
the second to last table.  Nina walked in just as we sat down and I
motioned her over.

   "Hi, Mister ...  uh ...  Harvey?  And you're..." She looked at Dave. 
"Mister Dave.  You guys were at our wedding." She smiled.  "So what's for
lunch?"

   Harvey patted his rounded gut.  "Plate lunch special.  Monday is
Salisbury steak and gravy.  You get a vegetable and a piece of cake and a
roll with it.

   The waitress came up to take our orders.  Her eyes darted between me and
Nina.  "Ya'll just got married, didn't ya?"

   Nina fielded that one.  "Yes ma'am!" And patted my arm, grinning.

   "That's good, hon," the waitress countered.  She took our orders and
left.

   "Nina, you broke a bunch of hearts, you know," Dave said.

   "How's that, Mister Dave?" she asked.

   "You took a very eligible man, a single, successful engineer, off the
market.  And you can drop that "mister" thing, Nina.  You're Dan's wife
now."

   "He told me he didn't like being on the market." She looked at me, then
back at Dave.

   "Yeah, he didn't play that game.  If I was single..."

   Harvey said, "It was something to see.  Some of them women would flirt,
and ol' Dan would just smile and sip his drink and be polite, but he never
took the bait."

   Nina smiled.  "He's different.  That's why I chose him."

   I changed the subject as gracefully as I could.  We talked about work
stuff.  About Nina's library job.  And planned for a barbecue.  And we ate
our lunch.

   I'm the only one who got a kiss before going back to work, a detail
mentioned mirthfully by Dave.

   Funny.  Somehow that kiss helped me make it through the rest of Monday.

   I didn't want to be too obvious about wanting to get home at the end of
the day, but I wanted ...  Still, I and the rest of the team sat in the
lunchroom for ten minutes after the whistle signaled the end of the day,
giving the hourly crew time to clear the roads a bit.  I'd just made it
through the gate when my cellphone rang.  Nina.

   "Nina, I can't believe this day was so long..." I said.

   "Me too, sweetie," she said.  "Hurry home!"

   I hurried.  Well, I hurried as much as I could through a little town
with some zealous local law enforcement.  As I pulled into the driveway,
the front door swung open and Nina came springing out.  The old man across
the street waved as she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me in OUR
front yard.  She took my hand and tugged me into the house, shutting the
door.

   "Would it be considered improper of me to want you to make love with me
before we go to dinner?"

   "Hmmm," I said, "I guess considering that we've been married for just
over a week, that would be quite acceptable, my dear," I said.

   Her nimble fingers were running down the front of her blouse, undoing
buttons.  I was following her, engaged in my own version of the same plan.
We both sat on the edge of the bed, removing shoes and socks, and then she
stood, pulling off her panties.  I stood to drop my own briefs and stepped
out of them as she was tossing back the covers to OUR bed.

   "Come on, baby," she said.  "I've been thinking of this all afternoon."

   "Wow, this is strange.  Reading to pre-schoolers makes my baby horny." I
grinned as I gathered her into my arms.

   "Not exactly, babe," she laughed.  "It was the blue sky, the sun
shining, happy people, and I just thought that the happiest thing I could
do today is make love with YOU!"

   Further comments disappeared into silence as our lips met.  My hands
traced down the perfect curve from her waist to her thighs, a bit of real
estate incorporating what appeared to me to be the most perfect ass in the
universe.  She was MINE.  What do you think I'd think?

   Her lips pulled away from mine with a sigh and I moved my face to the
juncture between her neck and shoulder and kissed.  She got all giggly at
that move, then tugged my head down towards a perky breast.

   Like I needed encouragement.

   Her fingers sought a grip in my short hair as I nipped and tugged at a
pink, erect nipple, then she sighed in the second it took me to move to its
mirror image on the other side.  I kneaded her firm breast with my hand,
then kissed downward towards the soft dark hair on her pubic mound.  I
relished the tactile bliss as my lips pushed through the soft hair towards
the wet, musky slit.

   My movement to that goal performed pleasing geometry in that it brought
her face near my own sex.  As I kissed the beginning of her sweet slit, I
felt her fingers wrap my dick, sliding the skin over the shaft, tugging me
to a hot mouth.

   Her lips closing over the head of my dick brought a moan from my lips,
and that moan was in direct contact with her pussy's moist lips.  She threw
her legs apart, pushed me onto my back and presented me with a luscious
hot, wet, tasty pussy.  Her head bounced down, pushing her mouth onto my
hardness as my tongue found her hard, pink clitty.

   One of her hands guided my dick into and out of her mouth as the other
hand squeezed my ass.  I pulled her into my face and licked and slurped
hungrily.

   We didn't communicate with words, just purrs and moans as we drove each
other to orgasm.  She pulled me out of her mouth as she came once, then
twice, then sucked me back in, her teeth catching the skin of my dick on
the wonderful edge of pain, her tongue dancing.  And I came.

   She sucked on me until I was drained and soft, then turned around and
kissed me.  I gazed into her eyes.

   "God, you transport me to another world, little girl.  I love you."

   "I love you too, honey.  I truly do."

   We stayed in an embrace for a few minutes, then got up to shower before
dinner.  The day's cares and stresses were gone, chased away by the cutie
in my arms, soapy, giggly, trading caresses as hot water ran over us.

   We were doing our post-shower rituals.  She was perched on a stool,
drying that sassy hair and I was shaving.  "Dan," she said, "we have to be
careful, you know..."

   "Careful of what, baby doll?" I questioned.

   "That we don't forget to work off lunches like we had today."

   "Oh, that," I answered.  "If you remember, I was out for a walk the day
I met you."

   Giggle.  "Yeah, I know.  But we need to keep doin' something.  I don't
want to be one of those plump little wives."

   "I don't mind the plump thing, but we need to stay healthy.  And you're
young.  If I slow down, I'm gonna put on weight like crazy, and it'd be a
lot harder to get off."

   "That's right, sweetie," she said, standing, naked.

   I was wiping the shaving cream off my face.  She handed me the
aftershave.  "Use this."

   "You like that stuff?"

   Another giggle.  "You don't know how crazy that made me when we first
met.  That night you took me out to eat, our first date.  I remembered that
scent all night when I got home." She smiled.

   "I am glad I made you crazy for me, Nina." She spun me around and
pressed her naked form against me.  "You're a dream that I hope I never
wake up from."

   "Me too, baby," she said.

   "Come on, love," I said.  "Let's go see if anything's good on TV."

   "Okay," she said, pulling on her nightshirt.  We went to the living
room. I stretched out on the sofa and Nina took her place at the opposite
end of the sofa, our legs delightfully tangled.  She punched through the
channels twice and neither of us expressed an interest in anything.

   "Nothing?" I asked.

   "Unless you just want a background noise.  D'you remember what's in the
CD changer?"

   "Nope," I said.

   "It'll be something good." She got up and pushed back against me,
wrapping my arms around her.  "I know you've got "Pastorale" in there
somewhere." She punched buttons studiously until she found it.  The sounds
were what I and my baby needed.  I nuzzled her and caressed her and she
purred and made happy noises and we talked about our day, then picked up a
deck of cards and laughed and played before bed.
   And we settled into a blissful routine.