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he would have to know about, in the bedroom.
    And t here was no way on earth that he was going to stop the rabbi to ask him that question.

CHAPTER Eleven                     
    Beryl
    And now, at last, they were alone together.  In the yichud room.
    There was a plate of cookies on a small round table, along with some wedding gifts that their parents had stashed in there.
    “Do you want to open some of these presents?” Raizy asked politely, after she’d made the right blessing and was munching on a cookie.
    “Maybe,” said Beryl.  Even though they’d spoken before, they’d never been alone, and this felt like their very first co nversation. 
    It almost felt like his first conversation, ever, he was so nervous.  He took a cookie as well.  “What do you want to do?”
    There was no chance that they could do what he really wanted.  Their parents and all the rabbis, friends, relatives; they could all come bursting back in at any moment.  Nobody ever did anything in the yichud room.
    But if there was ever a time for boldness it was now .  Right away, before anyone got the idea of interrupting the young couple’s privacy.
    Beryl cleared his throat and jumped off the cliff.  “Maybe I could kiss you?”
    What would she think of him now?
    She smiled.  Under the layer of makeup, she really was pretty.  And that lipstick – oy.
    “Okay,” she said.
    He slid his chair just a little closer to Raizy’s and rigidly leaned towards her.  Why wasn’t she moving at all?  It was like she was a grandfather clock or something, sitting stiffly upright in her chair.  Then, something in her softened. 
    She leaned towards him, just a little.  Spread those soft, red lips, just a little.  Touched his lips with hers.  So moist.  So warm.
    F or the millionth time that day, he was grateful, ever so grateful, for the bindings that held his cock and balls tightly in check.  Maybe it would make him sterile.  But he was kissing a girl, for the very first time, and nothing would ruin this moment.
    Her lips touched his gently, nothing at all like the urgency he felt.  Maybe girls weren’t like boys.  Maybe she didn’t feel the deep, pressing need quite so badly.
    What that need was, he still didn’t know.  Perhaps there really would be a button between her legs that would spread pleasure through her whole body.  As long as she kept those lips pressed against him, he promised in his heart to hunt forever for that magical button.
    But then – he gasped.  There was her tongue.  She spread her lips even farther and her tongue darted out to meet his.  Her tongue was inside his mouth and even though, a second ago, he would have sworn there was nothing in the world better than having her lips against his, now he knew there was. 
    Her little tongue pushed its way, first timidly and then more boldly , between his lips.  He pressed himself closer to let her in.
    He’d had no idea. 
    He tasted her, pushed himself forward against her mouth.  Suddenly, he wanted more.  Much more.
    He wanted to take her whole body and swallow her up, to push himself inside her.  It didn’t matter which, really, as long as they were together, shoving up against each other, losing themselves in this pleasure.
    Suddenly, the doorknob clicked. 
    Their parents were back.

CHAPTER Twelve                    
    Raizy
    Too much noise, too much drinking.  Raizy felt mostly dizzy and sick by the end of the night, but she knew there was one more job still to do.
    Ugh.  Her head ached.  She shouldn’t have had that wine.
    After years of dying, just dying to find out what happened between a man and his wife, she was actually dreading finding out tonight.  Just like every nervous good little Bais Yaakov girl she’d ever imagined. 
    Not because she didn’t want to know. 
    Not because her body hadn’t been throbbing as she kissed him with her tongue in the yichud room.  It had; she did want to know. 
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