“LOUDER!”
“YES,” Emma says.
David raises his left hand, slapping Emma on her left cheek hard enough to make a clap and leave a red mark. It stings, and she cries harder, placing her face into her open palms just above her lap.
“That’s a warning,” David says. “Just something to remember. There shouldn’t be a next time. But if so, it will come much harder than that. A woman who speaks out and ridicules her husband is a sinner. And a sinner must be punished.
“Do you understand?”
Emma wants to tell David she is not his wife. Instead, she remains silent.
“Do you understand?” he says again.
“Yes,” Emma says.
"This may not work out," David says. "How can I trust you. How do I know of your purity?"
"I'm a virgin," Emma says. "I promise."
They are almost back to the house and Emma has stopped crying. She doesn't want this to end on her terms, something her father would never tolerate. She figures she needs to patch things up, fast.
“I’m sorry,” she says.
David doesn’t respond.
“David, I’m sorry,” she says. “Please, forgive me. I just spoke to Michael once. It was innocent. I was just surprised to see him in the grocery store. I thought he was gone. I was just surprised. That’s all.”
David doesn't respond.
"Pull over, David," Emma says. "Stop the car. Please. I'm sorry. Let's just talk a minute."
"I don't want to pull over," David says.
"Yes you do," Emma says. "You just don't know it."
"There," Emma points. "Pull over there."
There's a small dirt road off to the left ahead.
David slows the car, puts on the blinker, and turns onto the road, driving about 100 yards before coming to a stop.
He puts the car in park.
"Turn off the engine," Emma says.
"Why?"
"Just do it," Emma says.
David shuts off the engine.
He looks at Emma to see what she has in store.
"David," Emma says. "You need to believe me. I told you I am a virgin and I am. But what about you? Or you a virgin?"
"Yes, of course," David says, tersely.
"Have you ever kissed a girl?"
"No," David says. "I have never dated. It didn't seem proper."
"Do you ever do the thing?" Emma says.
"What?"
"The thing. You know. Do you ever do the thing?"
"What?"
"David. You know."
David blushes, looking straight ahead.
"No, I..."
"Never?"
"No, I..."
"The Bible doesn't say it wrong, does it?" Emma says.
"No," David says. "But the Bible says don't lust. How can one do that without lust?"
"I do it," Emma says.
David turns and looks at her. She is turned in the seat toward him. She is running her fingers over her breasts on the outside of her dress.
"I do it all the time. It feels good."
"Go on," David says.
"Maybe you should try it."
"What?"
"Now," Emma says. "Maybe you should try it."
"What do you mean."
"It wouldn't be proper for me to touch you David. Not before our wedding. And it certainly would not be proper for you to touch me. But you can touch yourself. And I will help you. Here. Now."
"I..." David stammers, before Emma stops him.
"Unzip your pants."
David doesn't move.
"Unzip your pants, David. NOW!"
David unzips his pants.
"Let it out."
"Emma, no."
"Let it out!"
David fishes his right hand into his boxers, unleashing his small but extremely hard dick.
Emma smiles.
"Spit on your hand," she says.
He does.
"Wrap it around your dick," she says.
He does.
"Now look at me," she says. "And listen.
"When I do it I rub my nipples," she says, swirling her fingers outside her dress. "Like this."
David is stroking faster.
"Then I pull up my skirt," she says, hiking it up, "like this."
"Ah," David says, his face contorting.
"And I touch my pussy," Emma says, rubbing on the outside of her panties, "like this."
"Ahhhh!" David says, bucking in his seat.
A load squirts from his dick and strikes the roof of the car.
"Ahh," David says, squeezing the last remaining drops out as they ooze over his fingers.
"Now," Emma says, pulling her dress back down. "Isn't that better?"
David sighs. He leans into the steering wheel.
"You better clean that up," Emma says, pointing to the car roof. "Or it is going to fall on your head."