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Monday, December 3, 2012

BEDTIME STORY

Once upon a time a very long time ago, an innocent young woman met a handsome and worldly young man. Though he was a few years her senior, both were less than drinking age and had much to learn of life.

They were very much alike in all the ways that matter. Both enjoyed sports of all kinds. A perfect Saturday for them would be playing softball with friends or a round or two of golf or even a long hike in a beautiful area. Anything which required some physical effort, some fresh air and sunshine would beckon them to join. The rainy week-ends would find them watching some sort of game or even movies from the comfort of one of their homes. Since they both lived with their parents, it would be a family time. Both families were fun and both welcomed them hanging out anytime. They shared religious beliefs and neither attended church regularly, but felt their religion was important to who they were.

Classes took up their week days and evenings were spent studying most often.

Her beautiful dark brown curly hair always looked perky and fresh and framed her delicate feminine face which was accentuated by the greenest green eyes he had ever looked into. She stood 8 inches shorter than his 6' 3" self and she tucked nicely into his embrace. She always felt safe and comfortable when he wrapped his arms around her and her face laid easily against his chest. Looking up into his brown eyed square chinned face with those fabulous full lips made her a bit shaky  in the knees. He was her Adonis and she his Aphrodite. A perfect couple, living the dream.

After a full day of golf they were enjoying a lovely dinner at a local bar when out of nowhere he asked her a question she had not expected to hear.

"Do you ever think of dating anyone else?"

There was silence. What the hell? Where did that come from?

"Why would you ask that?" Her tone was nothing short of the shock she felt.

"I just wonder if you want to be with me for the long haul or just for now? I could have asked it better, I guess."

"I always think of us as the long haul. I thought we both did. Was I wrong?"

Silence, again. He was clearly choosing his words with more care, this time.

"You are my forever girl. I believe, were you to walk out of my life right now, in fifty years, I'd still love you. You are the one. Everyone says we are so young, but I feel like an old soul with you. I feel like we had to meet and I never even knew I needed you. I do, need you, I mean. I need you to live the life I was meant to live. I want you in my days, my nights, my mind, my soul and my heart always."

He extended his right hand to receive hers and then his left hand showed her a diamond ring.

"Will you marry me?"

The tears flowed immediately blurring her vision and she could not see the ring. She tried to focus, tried to speak, nothing happened. Pursing her lips and squeezing his hand, she finally looked up into those eyes and then those lips. She leaned over the food and kissed him hard. Her heart pounded and she wanted to speak, but nothing came out. Nothing, but more tears.

He waited patiently. Knowing he had taken her totally by surprise since marriage had never been discussed and they were neither one at the age where most people start to make forever plans, he hoped he had not made a huge mistake. The wedding could be tomorrow or in 10 years, he just wanted to know she would always be his. Seeing her face now, he saw nothing to tell him her thoughts.

Moments passed and she finally found her voice.

"I love you. I know you know that. Marriage is not something I have really thought about. I mean, yes, I do want to marry you. I can't imagine marrying anyone but you, but I'm nowhere near ready. You aren't either! We have a great thing together now and I don't want anything to change." She dropped her eyes from his and felt a tear slide down her cheeks. Had she just blown it?

"I don't care WHEN. I care that we agree that it will happen. I am asking you to choose me above all other men. I am telling you that I choose you above all other women. I am asking you to marry ME, when you are ready. Tomorrow or when we're fifty."

"It will be you. I will marry you."

They hugged, they kissed and he slipped the lovely diamond on her finger. With dry eyes she looked at it and knew with all her being that this was right. He was the one.

As he pulled into a parking space he looked at her again and softly but firmly asked her if she was sure. She was. He got a room key and walked with her into the small motel room. It wasn't much, but it was clean and for this night, it was their own little piece of privacy.

They had kissed and touched and fondled before, but this would be their first night together, the first night they would make love. It would be a night she always remembered. He would remember her face, the feel of her skin and most of all he would remember that he had been her first.

She was nervous, but not afraid. He was a gentle and loving man and she knew instinctively that he would make this a memory she would often recall with warmth.

Stepping from the tiny bathroom wearing only the towel from her shower, she walked slowly to the bed where he lay waiting, ready for her. The only light in the room came from the TV which was muted. The only sound was his soft moan of approval as she slid in beside him. The towel fell to the floor.

She moved into his embrace and he slowly leaned to kiss her fully and gently tasting her moist lips. His hands were touching, stroking and caressing her back, her arms, her legs and her breasts. He lingered over the breasts and lowered his lips to them. He tasted all of her. He breathed in her essence. His loins could wait no longer, the stroking of her velvety hands were nearly driving him crazy. She felt, she stroked, she rubbed and she sighed.

He eased himself onto her and as gently as he could guided himself into her. She gasped and he stopped, she put both hands firmly on his butt and pushed him into her as deep as possible. She could not breathe. She did not care. He carefully moved in and out and she moved easily and naturally with his motion.

Resting still holding each other naked and raw, fully exposed, fully spent, she thanked him.

He smiled and found her face with his eyes to return the gratitude.

"It was exactly as I dreamed it would be."  She meant that.

The wedding would be soon, after all. Her prince charming was right here in her arms and she would not let him go. Her eyes fell upon the perfect diamond again. Love.

The engagement would be short. The wedding would be soon and the love eternal.

Jo

23 comments:

  1. I love this.. I remember being this girl and knowing *that* boy.. Seems so incredibly long ago..

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    1. Don't we all? Though this is NOT me, there was a boy...

      Thanks. Not expecting a lot of readers on this one.

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  2. Oh my, my! Yes, those were the "tender" years!

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    1. I suppose so! I think I kinda remember that.

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  3. Your stories are always so lovely and lyrical Jo. I was a goober in those days but I'm always a sucker for a love story.

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    1. Thank you, Kelly. How things change, huh?

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  4. Nice that it went the way of true love and a happy ending. I was tinking it might detour at the end. Nicely done Jo! Made me remember those "young" years.

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    1. Thank you, Amy. I'm glad you liked the good ending. Though usually it isn't this way.

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  5. This bedtime story would NOT put me to sleep! LOLOL!!

    I love your writing because it paints such a vivid picture. I know I've said that before. It just sucks me right in.

    Xo

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    1. Thank you, Amy. You have said similar things, but I love hearing it every time!

      It wasn't meant to put you to sleep just maybe to remember that first one.

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  6. Brilliantly written with glowing, vibrant detail. So lovely how he promised forever BEFORE they did the deed. That is a happily ever after with love eternal.

    Kathy
    http://gigglingtruckerswife.blogspot.com

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    1. Thank you Kathy, I wondered if anyone would notice he committed BEFORE and she then would feel more inclined...

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  7. Thanks Jo, that brought back memories...I think I need too be alone now. Doil

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    1. LOL...I imagine you are decent again and I am glad that you can still remember that long ago! :-)

      Thank you, for always reading.

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  8. WOAH,....am i really entering a space from Jo that speaks a WARNING??????????WOAH so you know what i did?? Don't laugh..but i have this very special bottle of bristol creme (sherry) in a troff..only poured from for special occasions. hehe YOU GOT IT..settled in and began reading!! :0) Precious indeed! and yes..YOU WERE BRAVE!! One has to don't they...be brave with love?

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    1. This is NOT about me! LOL It was just a fun story to tell and maybe we all have a memory that could bring out a story like this one. My first was not my forever man, but it was memorable! :-)

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  10. Beautiful story. Reminded me of my youth too! Especially since my first is currently sitting in the recliner across the room fussing at the TV. LOL! Where did all that time go?

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    1. It goes much too quickly. Thanks, Tamara

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  11. Nothing is more splendid than keeping the tender moment alive!

    Nicely done :) Marc

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    1. Thanks, Marc. The good thing about telling a "story" is that it can be completely made up so it ends the way you choose.

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