"You didn't scare me. I was just examining the fabrics." Laura stepped away from Nels, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.
"Will you come with me, Laura?"
She turned and was surprised to see that her mother was no longer in the shop. "I think I'll wait for my mother."
"She will be back before we're done." His kindly eyes met hers and she knew that this was her first lesson. "Won't you come with me?" Mr. Oleson took her through the back room to a bed room that was just off of the main entrance of the store and shut the door behind them. "Almanzo is a fine man, Laura. A fine man with an even finer figure." He untied his apron and tossed it on the chair, unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt, then moving to the buttons down the center.
"Mr. Oleson, what ... what are you doing?"
"Beginning your first lesson." He pulled the shirt off, revealing a hirsute torso and started on his pants. "Sit in that chair over there." Her eyes riveted to him, Laura sat in the chair, watching as Nels Oleson peeled the last bit of clothing from his body and lay down on the bed. "The first thing a loving wife must know is how to please her husband. To know that, you have to know a man's body."
Laura fanned her face, feeling faint. "Yes, sir."
"Have you ever seen a man naked?"
"No, sir."
"Then look at me and learn."
Swallowing past the lump of fear in her throat, Laura looked. Most of Nels' body was familiar to her. Men working in the fields often doffed their shirts in an effort to get cool so she knew of the furred chests, flat nipples and planes of muscles. The area below the belly button was uncharted territory to Laura. She had seen her father's penis this morning but not as close as she was seeing Mr. Oleson's now. His penis was different than her father's: where her father was thick, he was slender and the hair below was black where her father's was dark brown.
"This is a penis." His hand stroked the long, soft tube and Laura watched in awe as his touch awakened the flesh. "When a man is aroused, this is what happens to it. You can use your hand, your mouth or your body to make it hard."
The breath left Laura's lungs as she watched it thicken and fill, standing straight like a shoot of wheat growing in the warmth of the nurturing sunlight. His fingers handled it gently and she took note of that, also intently observing the way he treated the two round balls in the fleshy sack that hung underneath. "Would you like to touch it, Laura?"
The combination of the dark huskiness in his voice and the thrill of doing something unspeakable sent a cold chill through her and she found herself rising from the chair and creeping forward. The smell was what interested her first. It was sweet and musky like sweat but not tangy. Her shaking fingers reached out and tentatively touched the hot, silky flesh. A tremor went through him and she was scared at first but when she saw the look on his face, she knew that she was doing something right.
She let her fingers stroke his cock, increasing the pressure and watching how he reacted with each touch. His eyes closed and his body went from being relaxed to being tense to being relaxed again. Finally, she conquered the last of her fear and wrapped her tiny fist around his meat. Mr. Oleson gasped four times before white liquid squirted from the pee hole of his penis. Startled, Laura froze, watching the sperm fountain up, not knowing what to do. She stood still, looking down at him.
Nels Oleson opened his eyes and gave her a huge smile. "My goodness, Laura! I think that's the fastest I've cum in a long time!"
Caroline paced back and forth next to the wagon, wondering what was going on when Laura came flying out, skipping down the stairs and launching herself into her mother's embrace. "I made him cum, Ma! I made him cum!"
Laura wiped tears from her eyes and smiled into her mother's tear-filled eyes, happier than she'd ever been in her life. "Come on, honey! Time to go home!"
