Eva

Over the Christmas break, I worked part time (after Christmas; I needed a few days off) for Sy and Marilyn, who also asked me to come back for Summer vacation. I was non-committal; Eva and I talked about working at a day camp together. She didn’t want to do sleep away after being away from home most of the year and that sounded like a much better idea to me as well. But we made no firm decision yet.

The day after Christmas, Eva and I went to a discount jewelry store to buy an inexpensive ring, a cubic zirconia stone set in 10 karat gold. The good ring got insured by Eva’s parents right away, but it was still too expensive for her to wear up at college and everyday. She’d wear the good one on special occasions until we were established on our own; then she’d wear it every day.

We also met with friends from high school and from college and even Eva’s friends from camp. It kept us very busy. And we made time for Cammy of course. We took her to a movie one day and another time we took her and Eva’s brothers to the Jewish museum at 92nd and 5th Ave. in the city.

New Years Eve we made the night something very special. We didn’t want to go into Manhattan (back then it was a dangerous place at night and doubly so on New Years Eve) so I got us tickets to a ball at the Garden City Hotel on Long Island. It was, and still is, a very fancy hotel, the ritziest on the Island unless you go all the way out east to South Hampton. They hosted an old fashioned style Ball, with traditional music from a 12 piece band, and formal dress was required. The best part was we could both enjoy drinking because the package came with a room for the night. It wasn’t the kind of thing we would usually do, but it was very special and possibly the only chance we would have to do something like this for a long time. It was an expensive night, but since I didn’t spend anything (almost) on Eva for Chanukah, I could afford this without a problem. I rented another tux from Milton and Eva already had a gown she’d worn only once about a year before.

That afternoon, after wishing my family a Happy New Year with hugs and kisses all around (my parents were staying home with Cammy; mom was a little more tired than usual from her MS), I picked up Eva around 3 and, after more Happy New Year wishes to her family, we drove to the hotel, dressed comfortably with a small suitcase and a garment bag for our evening clothes. Check in time started at 4 and the party started at 9. We got there a quarter after 4 and were brought up to our room on the third floor.

“This is a hell of a nice room” I said to Eva, “the nicest hotel room I’ve ever been in, except that time you treated us to the Plaza. But this is almost as nice.”

“Well, it’s going to be a great evening, so we should have a great room. Thank you, my big, wonderful Bear. Our first New Years together, we’re engaged, and we’re going to have so much fun tonight. Nothing like I would have expected, which makes it all the better.” She put her arms around my neck and I held her hips gently. She kissed me very lightly, her lips barely brushing mine, teasing me. I let that kiss go, then I kissed her much harder, much more aggressively. “MMM someone seems very eager” Eva whispered in my ear.

“I’m almost tempted to just keep you locked in this room all afternoon and evening. Maybe we can show up just in time for the New Years toast.”

“Not that I’d object, but I have a gown with me that I look absolutely outstanding in, I’m wearing the ring you gave me, the GOOD ring, and I want to show off the most handsome fiance this place has ever seen. And I want to dance, a lot. So take advantage of me now, then again later, but we are going to dinner and dancing. Understand?” Eva had mischief in her eyes and her smile.

“Understood. I guess I’d better get used to taking orders from my boss.”

“And don’t you forget it!” she said, giving me a light, playful spank. “Now show your obedience by stripping for me….all the way, please!” Eva’s face was twinkling. She had such a spark for life and for love. I kept falling deeper in love with her.

“Yes ma’am!” I responded as I tugged my sweater over my head and dropped my pants. Eva sat on the bed watching me gleefully.

“Quickly! Move it!” Eva called from the bed.

“These too? I asked, referring to my briefs.

“Of course those too! I did say all the way!” I took down my briefs, leaving me stark naked in the thankfully warm hotel room. Then I stood up straight, my legs apart and my hands on my hips, posing as if I was naked Superman. Eva howled with delight at both the sexiness and the outrageousness of my pose. “Get over here, you sexy, sexy Bear. Let me make sure you pass inspection!” She looked me over, turning me front and back, but there was really only one thing she wanted to inspect, which she did by handling it delicately until it grew to its full and pleasing size.

“See something you want, ma’am?” I asked in my most helpful voice, as if I was a salesman in a department store. Fuck, her hand felt great. She was using the ball of her thumb on the glans and when it got too dry to rub comfortably, Eva licked her thumb for a little lubrication.

“Very much. The question is will it suit all my needs? I’d better find out.” Eva then leaned forward a little and sucked the head of my cock into her mouth, just the head, leaving the shaft momentarily unattended. Her tongue did its swirls and traces over the ridge, the spongiest part of my cock (and I assume any man’s cock for that matter). “You taste great. No real surprise there. But lets see what else you can do with this.”

Eva stood and took off the short, casual dress she was wearing and kicked off her sneakers and little socks. She gave me a quick kiss, her desire showing in the slight pink hue of her cheeks. Then her simple white bra and panties came off, all while I gently touched myself as I watched her. She wasn’t doing a strip tease or anything, she was just casually taking her clothes off and it was highly arousing to me. When she was as naked as I was, I took her in my arms and kissed her with deep passion, my cock getting trapped between our tummies. “You’re so nice and warm, Bear. I love feeling you on my tummy like that.”

“It’s like a small missile seeking out your target. And I think I know exactly where to find it.” I was kissing the side of her neck and her shoulder.

“After all this time? You’d better know where to find it or this is going to be a very unhappy marriage” Eva said with a gasp and a giggle.

“Have faith, Angel, have faith” I said as I scooped her up from standing on the floor and laid her on the bed. We kissed harder, lustier, as we rolled so I was on my back and Eva straddled me. She held my cock and teased us both by rubbing the tip very lightly all around her pussy while she partly hovered over me. “You are a naughty Devil sometimes. You know you’re driving me crazy.”

“Am I” Eva said with her eyes partly closed. “I don’t want a crazy fiance.” She pushed down and my cock was inside her pussy, all the way down, our bodies fully connected. She moved around to find just the right angle for my cock to press her clit. Then we joined hands and she rocked forward and back as I lifted my hips slightly over and over. Eva closed her eyes and let a mellow pleasure flow through her body and a more localized bliss centered in my cock before it grew and bloomed all over me.

“This is wonderful, Angel. Beautiful. Like you.”

“Like you too, Bear. Can you sit up? I think it would feel incredible.”

I pushed my upper body off the mattress and adjusted my legs so I could sit upright with Eva still filled with my cock. We held each other and kept moving slightly. The angle now was just right to put the right amount of pressure on her clit and Eva shivered through an intense orgasm. We kissed over and over, all over each other faces and shoulders. Her small soft breasts were rubbing my chest just the right way, giving friction to her nipples, and after a few minutes she was close again, but this time she was determined to wait for me.

The warmth of the room and the sexual exertion were combining to cause us both to sweat freely, beads tracking down our bodies. Her motions became more forceful as our moans grew louder. I grabbed her tight, pulled her down hard on my groin, and my cock twitched as I fired my load deep in Eva’s warm home. The sensations on her clit and of my cock spraying inside her pussy made Eva cum right behind me and her arms held me as tight as she could as her lips found mine and we kissed dozens of little kisses. I fell back, relieving the pressure on my back, and I brought Eva with me. We kept sharing those intimate kisses.

“You always make me feel incredible, my sexy Bear. There can’t be a better lover for me anywhere out there, and even if there is, no one could love me the way you do. My love. My fiance.” A couple of more kisses. “Sing something to me? Something pretty.” Eva’s eyes were so warm and caring. I couldn’t say no to her. So I turned her on her side and and I faced her as I sang And it Stoned Me by Van Morrison. I didn’t have his high range but I sang it well at my own baritone range. I saw a single tear trailing down her cheek and I kissed it away.

“You sing so beautifully, sweetheart” she whispered. “You should major in whatever you find that interests you, but you should minor in music. And you should join one of the singing or performing clubs at school. You shouldn’t waste that kind of talent.”

“It’s not wasted honey. I sing to you and that’s sharing it with the person who means everything to me. How is that possibly wasting it?”

Eva touched my cheek and leaked more tears. “You really mean that, don’t you, Bear? That was so sweet, from a very sweet man. Actually, the sweetest man. No wonder I’m so head over heels about you.” Eva rested on my chest and toyed with my chest hairs with her nails. I loved when she played like that. It was so loving and sensual a well as sexy as hell. In response, my fingers were tickling the cheeks of her ass, bringing out some sexy giggles from her soul.

It was about 6 then and we were hungry, but the party wasn’t starting until 9. The hotel had gift baskets with snacks for all the guests attending the party so we snacked on jars of nuts and dried fruit and a few chocolate chip cookies. It was enough to hold us until dinner, courses of soup or salad, an appetizer and then the main course choice of filet mignon, stuffed chicken breast or Dover sole, and Baked Alaska after midnight. All with a cash bar, wine with dinner and champagne at midnight. Not bad.

After watching the news, we started to get ready around 7. Eva showered first (we accomplished more by showering separately) and I showered while Eva did her hair and makeup.

We were dressed by 8:45 and Eva was a knock-out. Her gown was a medium green color with spaghetti straps and it had a pattern pressed into the fabric. “Honey, you never fail to take my breath away” I said, and she could tell I meant what I was saying. “That gown is amazing, but it wouldn’t matter if you weren’t the one wearing it.”

“Really? You like it?” She knew damn well how she looked and she was fishing for a compliment or two. It was cute and she had a huge smile. Then I noticed diamond earrings and an expensive gold watch along with her own usual neckless and ring, along with the real engagement ring I gave her. “Where did you get the watch and earrings?”

“My mom loaned them to me. She thought they’d go with my gown and ring. I think she was right.”

“So do I. You’re beautiful, honey. You always are, but tonight, you look like a real honest to god Angel. I can’t wait to get you on the dance floor.” I kissed her cheek to protect her makeup.

“Thank you, Bear. You’re devastatingly handsome yourself. All the women will be terribly jealous, because you’re all mine.”

We just sat and waited until 9:15 to go downstairs, a little fashionably late. The ballroom was sold out; we were lucky to get tickets at such a relatively late date. The “hosts” (people hired by the hotel to run the party) sat us at a table with four other couples attending by themselves, all in their 20s and 30s, so we were with people we could talk to, even if we were on the young side for them. They were nice, fun people, and one of the couples bought two bottles of champagne for the table when they found out Eva and I were newly engaged.

We danced with each other, and we danced with some of the others at our table. At one point I was dancing with this stunning 20-something blond and Eva was with her husband and I can say it was the only time since I met Eva that I actually even considered sleeping with someone else. But even if the opportunity came, I wouldn’t have done it. I was madly in love with Eva and had no real interest in sleeping with someone else. But I admit, Marie was incredibly tempting.

A few minutes before midnight, the glasses were all filled with fresh champagne and when the clock struck 12, all the couples kissed. I held Eva close, so close our noses almost touched even with our height difference. “Happy New Year, Angel. The first of dozens and dozens of New Years together. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Bear. Here’s to a long and happy life together.” We kissed, a short one first, and then a deep long kiss as the band played (what else?) Auld Lang Syne. We kissed around the table before ending up together again and we went back on the dance floor to dance some more. And some more after that.

We finally went back to our room after 2; the party went until 3, but we had other plans before we got too tired. We were very hot for each other and we were in the mood to be lustful and wild together.

Through our kisses and moans, I got the gown off Eva’s body but I kept my head enough to fold it over a chair and not just throw it on the floor. I was an animal, but not an animal, you know? She was in front of me just wearing a triangle of a pair of green panties held up by strings on the hips and gold strappy medium heeled sandals, nothing else. That and a look of intense lust. She simply said “Your turn.”

Then as we kissed hot and hungry my jacket came off, followed quickly by my tie and shirt, my shoes and my pants. When I was down to just my black briefs we hurried onto the bed, clenching in a tight hug and a long kiss. Our mouths were moving together in a sexual dance. I kissed down Eva’s throat to her chest and she growled in heat. She grabbed my head roughly and forced my mouth to her right nipple and I suckled like a baby seeking milk.

“Suck them, baby. Suck them as hard as you can” my horny, nasty fiance (I was still getting used to that title) scraped my body with her freshly manicured nails. She was making me burn for her, which was not new, but the whole scenario of the fancy evening and the great dancing and now this amazing room were making things feel very new. I bit at her thick nipples and Eva let out a soft cry as her pussy flooded and her hand cupped my cock and balls in her hand. “You’re so fucking hard for me, my dirty man. Tell me what you want to do to me. I need to hear you.”

I let her breast go and I said, with undisguised craving, “I want to fuck you, hard and hot and dirty. I want to pound my dick into you, not as my Angel, but as my slutty little Devil.”

Eva kissed me hard, thrusting her tongue into my mouth and licking inside my cheeks. Our fires were raging. “Lets get these things off, and hurry.” We both took off our underwear and Eva flipped onto her other side, facing away from me. She curved her ass towards my throbbing dick and lifted her leg, now wearing just her gold sandals. “Take me, dirty Bear. Take me hard. I need to be fucked tonight. Smell how hot I am.” To make her point, Eva rubbed her pussy a few times, vigorously, and thrust her hand under my nose, her fingers covered in her honey. Her scent, filled with her own desire, was the last straw. I pressed the head of my cock to her lips and shoved up and forward, burying my cock into my loves hot, soaked cunt. We both cried out loud, not caring at all if anyone in the hall or next door could hear us. Let them listen. Let them be envious; I was with the sexiest, most sensuous woman imaginable, and she was beautiful as well. Let them eat cake, as Marie Antoinette once allegedly said.

After a few strokes to coat my cock in Eva’s lubrication, I grabbed her hip and pounded away very hard. We were both grunting like animals, our bodies grinding hard together and my groin slapping her thighs. “Harder,” Eva cried “smack my ass harder!”

“You mean like this?” I said as I slapped her ass with my bare hand, filling the room with a resounding crack.

“Yes, just like that! Keep doing it!” she grunted, emphasizing her need by taking her own hand and slapping my ass, as hard as she could from that angle. We were spanking each other, each smack spurring us on to a harder, wilder fuck. My other hand tugged at her nipples and Eva cried out loud as she came forcefully all over my cock and balls. I didn’t miss a stroke, my cock burrowing as deep as I could go, still exchanging spankings, until I felt my balls begin to boil. Instead of spanking her again, I reached around her hips and rubbed her clit like I was trying to erase it. Eva shook all over and came again, this time clamping down on my raging cock and I filled her greedy pussy with my own thick sauce, blending with her thinner cream. My cock kept spasming, ejaculating every drop of my essence into hers.

Aside from letting her leg down from its raised position. neither of us made a move. We didn’t even kiss for a few minutes. Our fire might have been put out, but embers were still glowing inside both of us. Those small fires would never go completely away; we always had some degree of heat for each other, every day, all day long. Only when my cock slipped out of her did we finally move to ease back towards normal. Eva turned back around to face me and we covered each other in tender loving kisses, the best kind of kisses. “That was incredible, Angel. I love you more and more all the time. Every day.”

“I know exactly how you feel, Bear. More and more. It never stops growing.”

We took turns in the bathroom (we hadn’t gotten to the point yet where we could ‘go’ in front of each other) and then threw on some plain underthings to sleep in. We spent fifteen minutes packing our suitcases and just leaving out what we would need for the morning so we could just shower, dress and go in the morning.

We settled into the big, very comfortable bed and savored it for a moment, nothing like the small beds we had to deal with at school. We snuggled together, sharing kisses again but we needed to get some sleep. “I love you, Bear. Thank you for such an amazing night. You made me feel like a princess tonight. Cinderella at the ball. I even had the gold shoes on.”

“You’re my princess every day, honey. I had just as good a time as you did. And I had the most beautiful woman with me tonight.”

“You mean Marie?” She giggled tiredly.

“What? Oh, her. Yeah, she’s a beauty, but you beat her easy.”

“Bullshit, but I’ll take it. I’m too tired to argue about it” she said with a yawn. “Good night my love.”

“Good night, my darling. This is going to be such a great year.” We drifted off to sleep, cuddling together, not knowing that while it would be a great year in most ways, there was a terrible time to come as well.

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The weeks before we had to be back at school January 18 were supposed to be busy ones. I worked part time and we had plans with friends and with our families. Our grades came on the 3rd and Eva had a perfect 4.0, straight A’s as expected. I didn’t do too shabby myself, a 3.85, with one B+ to go with otherwise all A’s, Damn Intro to Economics. We both made the Deans List and pleased our parents as well as ourselves. And the next day, the 4th, was my birthday. As I said, we were supposed to be busy, and we were, but not for the reasons I mentioned.

I made sure I didn’t have to work that day, a Friday. Eva and I spent the entire day together, and we took Cammy with us to lunch and then to a movie in the afternoon. Cammy even surprised Eva and me by insisting on paying for the movie tickets (“You guys always treat me, let me treat my brother and my future sister for once”). She was such a sweetheart and she still is. We went home and when my parents got home and changed, we all went out for a steak dinner at a fine restaurant, Eva’s family included.

Dinner was great but mom was showing signs of being very tired; her MS was acting up much sooner than we had been led to believe would happen. I glanced over at Cammy, sitting next to me, and I could see she looked scared but didn’t say anything. I took her hand under the table and squeezed, a silent message to let her know I loved her and would do anything to help her. Other than that, it was a fun time, with some nice gifts. Cammy got me a book I wanted by historian Barbara Tuchman, The Guns of August. Will and Walt got tickets for the five of us (minus the parents) to see a Mets game in May, even though I was a Yankees fan and I was pretty sure they knew it. Eva’s parents got me a sweater and gloves, nice and warm, and my own parents bought me a pair of new sneakers I had been looking at.

Eva didn’t give me anything then. “I’ll give you my gift when we’re alone.” Looking at everyone else “And it’s a real gift, so get all your minds out of the gutter.” Our parents were a little embarrassed but laughed with everyone else, even my sister. We had plans to spend the night together at the Holiday Inn, our ‘nice’ place when we needed an evening alone together.

When we were alone at the hotel, Eva lit a candle she brought along and we sat cross legged on the bed, facing each other. We kissed a few times, just small romantic kisses, before she handed me a long jewelry box. “Happy Birthday, Bear. Another first for us, our first birthday together. I love you.”

“And I love you too. Next month its your turn. I have to find you two gifts, Valentine’s day and then two days later your birthday.”

“You can just get me one gift, Bear. That’s fine.”

“No way. Two occasions, two gifts. You deserve it, and so much more.”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart. Open your gift honey. So we can get onto your other gift” she said with a naughty smile.

“Hmmm it’s not ticking” I said, holding it to my ear, big joke haha. Then I peeled the paper off and then opened the red box at the hinge. Inside was a lovely solid gold Jewish Star on heavy chain. The star had an interesting beveled pattern, giving it an older look. I wasn’t much of a jewelry person, but this was a very pretty piece, and besides, it was a gift from the love of my life. “Thank you, Angel. It’s absolutely beautiful. Help me put it on?” I asked, turning so my back was mostly to her.

“Love to” Eva said as she nimbly did the clasp and hung it around my neck. Then I turned back and the Star hung down over my shirt to my breastbone. It would be under my shirt most of the time, unless I wore an open collar, but Eva would always see it there on my chest. “Do you really like it, Bear? We could return it if you want and you can get something you’d like better.”

“Not a chance, Angel. I love it. And I love you. It’s really beautiful and I’m wear it always with love.” I took her in my arms and we kissed a long, loving and lusty kiss, tender turning passionate.

Before we got carried away, Eva pulled back. “Not yet, Bear. I’ve got the second part of your birthday present with me and I need to put it on before we continue. So go use the bathroom if you need and then I’ll go and get ready for you.” Her smile was both sweet and inviting.

“If you insist. I have a little surprise for you too.” I went to the bathroom, did what I needed and washed up, then switched with Eva so she could change in private. I actually had a couple of surprises with me, and I hoped we were going to have a very sexy night together. Actually, I was very confident.

I got into one of my surprises, a royal blue pair of satin boxer shorts that shimmered in the light from the candle. I leaned back on the bed, propped up by a few pillows and waited somewhat patiently for my love to join me. The other surprise I kept hidden for the moment.

After what felt like a long time, Eva opened the door and entered the bedroom lightly, like an angel. And that’s what she looked like. Her hair was brushed down straight and silky, her makeup was both light and obvious, with a rich red lipstick, but the eye catcher was the white peignoir, almost see through, tied like a robe over her tummy. It flowed almost all the way to the floor, where she wore open toe slippers, also white. She was the vision of an Angel, or even a goddess.

I moved off the bed to go to her and Eva smiled broadly when she noticed what I was wearing. “My birthday boy has a surprise for me too” she said with a sexy lilt to her voice. “That’s very sexy, sweetheart.”

“Not nearly as sexy as you are, honey. You’re an incredible vision. So perfect.” I took her hand and we sat on the edge of the bed, sharing tender kisses. But like we could never keep it so gentle. We kept building in passion, our hands touching each others bodies as our lips and tongues kept moving more desperately until we fell back onto the bed with our legs dangling over the side.

“I want to make you feel great tonight, Bear. Go lay on those pillows again. Just relax for now and let me take care of you. We can take care of each other afterwards.” Eva was rubbing my chest with her slender and knowing fingers, a light touch that was just fantastic. When I tried to touch her, she pulled away. “This is about you, Jon. Please. Let me take loving care of you.”

“You make it impossible to say no. And I don’t really want to.” I kissed her nose, then her lips before I scooted back up to the headboard and relaxed on the pillows. Eva moved next to me, this time rubbing the front of the satin boxers, sliding over my engorged cock. I had to touch her and she finally let me caress her cheek and her upper body. Her skin was smooth and soft, so feminine. Loving Eva was so thrilling and she felt the same about me.

She had her hand in my shorts, playing with my dick, stroking me, massaging and letting her fingers trace all over my balls as well. She was doing amazing things to me and then she eased my shorts down my legs and off. She kissed me once more before positioning herself between my legs. Eva then started licking my thighs, the way I often did to her when I was starting to go down on her. Her tongue was lazy and skilled at the same time. She licked at both thighs, then teased my balls while she slid her hand up and down the shaft of my cock. It was an easy touch, enough to excite and tease but not enough to make me cum. She was working up to that.

“My love, this feels so good” I said softly, encouraging her to keep going. “You can do whatever you want to me.”

“Whatever I want? I might take you up on that some other time, when I’m prepared with scarves and ice cubes” my wicked fiance giggled. “But right now, I want to do this” as she covered the head with her lips, sliding down the shaft, taking the head of my cock into her throat, and my body was both limp with pleasure and tense with desire. After a few seconds, Eva needed to breathe so she released my cock and breathed in through her nose. She kept doing that, never totally letting my cock free. Instead she kept taking me into her throat for a few seconds at a time.

This was pure bliss. While she had me loosely in her mouth, I lifted my hips off the bed as my body gave itself over to Eva and her incredible skills. Deeper into her throat, then release for a tongue massage, then back in her throat again. Her nails were teasing my balls and as her spit dripped down my balls to the crack of my ass, I felt a single finger toying with my anus. At that moment, she could have done anything to me. I was breathing hard, alternating between watching her intently and falling back to the mattress and pillows. My climax was building to an eruption.

Eva let my cock free and asked me “Do you want to cum like this, down my throat, baby? Or should I climb on you and ride your lovely cock? Choose, but choose quickly. Keep in mind I’m burning hot for you, sexy Bear.”

“Then it’s no choice, honey. Come on top of me. I have another surprise for you.”

“Hmmm the birthday boy has a surprise for me? How very sweet.” Eva moved to rub her pussy on my cock. She was right; she was burning hot. Her juices were gushing down my dick and her scent was fragrant and powerful. As she lowered herself down my shaft I brought out my surprise from under the pillows, a plastic vibrator. Eva’s eyes grew wide as I turned on the toy to a medium buzz. As she bottomed down on my groin I rubbed the vibrator lightly over her thighs and Eva let out a cry of surprise.

“Oh god, Jon, that’s amazing! It feels like a current flowing through my whole body!” Her body shook all over as she ground down hard on my dick.

“Hmm if that feels so good, I wonder what this will do.” I put the tip of the vibe on her breasts, making circles and figure eight’s over her soft mounds, teasing as she rose up and down on my cock and cried out over and over. When I touched her left nipple, Eva came hard, grunting, panting, scratching my torso.

“Fuck me! That’s unbelievable! Don’t stop, Bear! Don’t fucking stop!” I trailed the vibrator down her tummy as she fucked me harder, rougher, until I got to her clit. When I touched her there, Eva lost her mind, sexually speaking. Her body thrashed like I gave her an electric shock. She fell forward, kissing me hard as her ass slammed up and down. I could feel the vibrations on my cock as well, and that was all I could take. I came in huge spurts, Eva came again as well, and we both shook all over uncontrollably. I pulled the toy away, leaving it to buzz away on the bed for a while as we tried to recover from our incredibly powerful orgasms.

“You’re such a wonderful lover” I told Eva as I kissed her head as we tried to catch our breath. “And you’re so….orgasmic” I said with a chuckle, and Eva poked me in the ribs.

“You say it like it’s a bad thing. Some girls I know don’t get off during sex at all. I’m thinking of renting you out for a decent price. We can split it, 70-30.”

I eyed her with fake suspicion. “Who gets 70?”

“Me of course. I’d be doing all the hard work. Making your appointments, providing security….”

“Providing security? Who are you going to beat up?”

“I’m fierce when it comes to my man!” We were laughing hard, rolling back and forth and kissing and playing in general. We could have such easy fun together.

We were touching and kissing, getting excited again for another round, when the phone in the room rang. We both looked at the clock by the bed and it said 11:24. Who the hell would be calling us at that hour? Who even knew we were there?

I picked it up very nervously. “Hello?” I answered, my voice shaking.

“Jon, it’s Harold, Eva’s father. Don’t give the phone to Eva, just listen to me.”

“Ok” I answered, my bowels turning to ice.

“Your father didn’t know how to reach you so he called me and I called Eva’s credit card company. Your mother had a seizure at home and they’ve taken her to Bayside Hospital. You need to pack and go to the hospital right away. Tell Eva I can come get her if she wants.”

“Ok, Harold. Thanks. Here’s Eva.” I was numb as I handed her the phone.

“Dad?” Silence for a while, then “No don’t come for me. I’m going with Jon to the hospital. I can call you from there when we know something. Yes, I’m sure. Kiss mom for me. Love you too dad.” She hung up and turned to me, where I was trying to pack while in a daze. “Jon, sit for one minute. Please.”

“I have to go to the hospital. Didn’t he tell you?”

“Yes he did. But you need to get yourself together first. We’re going to take a very quick shower together and put on fresh clothes. Then I’ll drive, unless you’re thinking clearly by then. Now sit here for one minute!” Her voice was like a sergeant in the army and I reacted, sitting next to her. Then Eva went gentle. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. There’s no point in getting all worried like this when we don’t know anything yet. So we’re going to get cleaned up, pack up and get dressed and go. We’ll be there in an hour, maybe less. Now lets get on your feet, and lets get into a quick shower.”

The hot water broke through my fog and I was back on planet Earth. We washed up with zero funny business and just as Eva said, after dressing and packing and driving over, we got to the hospital in 50 minutes. It helped that I let Leadfoot drive us.

We went to the ER and found my dad and Cammy, who ran right into my arms, crying her eyes out. She was terrified and, to be honest, so was I. But I didn’t have the luxury of falling apart.

Eva took Cammy from me and sat down with her while I talked to my dad. “Hey, dad, I’m sorry it was hard to reach me.”

“I’m sorry your night together was ruined, but I had to get in touch with you. Thankfully Harold had Eva’s card number.” He looked so much older than his 46 years, his lips trembled and he broke down in tears of his own and we hugged each other very tightly. “I’m glad you weren’t home to see your mother like that, lying on the floor, unable to stop shaking….” God, what a horrible thing for him and Cammy to see, and for mom to go through.

“Do the doctors know anything yet?”

“No, they sent her for x-rays and some other tests. They gave her a shot to calm her down and she’s been sleeping since. I thought they were going to have to sedate your sister, the way she was crying. I couldn’t calm her until she found out you were coming.” My poor sister.

“Dad, lets sit with Cammy and Eva. The doctors will find us when they have some news.”

He nodded silently and we went into the waiting room. I never saw my dad, a strong man built like me, looking so weakened. We sat down with Cammy between dad and me and Eva on my other side. My sister hugged me in the chair and I had my arm around her while I held Eva’s hand on the other side. I kissed Cammy on her head and said softly “I heard you had a big scare. Are you ok now?”

“No, Jon. I’m still scared.”

“Between you and me? I’m scared too. There’s nothing wrong with being scared right now. Dad’s scared too, and so is Eva. So don’t feel bad about it. But let’s see what the doctors say before we get too worried, ok?”

“Thank you, Jon. I’m so glad you’re home.” My sweet sister. I was glad I was home for this too, to help my family.

Eva squeezed my hand and I turned my head to her while Cammy switched her attention to our father. Eva whispered “You are so good with her, a natural with children.”

“She’s not children; she’s my sister. it’s different.”

“Sure, the love you feel for her is different, but your ability to talk to her and ease her worries is a natural instinct for you. You’d be amazing if you worked with children in some way. Just my two cents.” My arm went around her mid back and she leaned as close to me as she could with the arms of the chairs between us.

About 15 minutes later Eva’s parents got there as well. “We just couldn’t sit at home, waiting to hear about Carol” Phyllis explained. That’s how close friends Eva’s parents had gotten to be with mine in their own right. It was good to have them all there.

It was hours later when a doctor finally came down to talk to us. The news was devastating. He spoke to me and dad, Cammy sat with Eva and her folks, as he told us my mother had been misdiagnosed with MS. She actually had a brain tumor that, when she first went for answers about the weakness in her right leg, was very small and could have been operated on. Now, in a fairly short time, it had grown significantly and surgery was much riskier. Even if it was successful, they might not be able to remove the entire mass. A neurosurgeon would do a more thorough evaluation in the morning and the doctor recommended we go home for the night to get some rest; mom would be sleeping during the night in her room. Dad and I held it together while we went to our family (they were family, all of them) to break the bad news. I held Cammy while dad related the details and my poor sister just sobbed her heart out. I was feeling just as broken inside but I had Eva. Cammy, my sweet little sister, needed me.

We left the hospital after 3 in the morning, a dejected group. Eva’s parents told her to go home with me if she wanted; she was going to be my wife and they said she was able to make her own decisions. All assuming my dad didn’t mind. Truthfully, he wasn’t in any condition to agree or object. He was deep in shock of his own.

“Sweetheart, if you want, I’d like to come home and spend the night with your family. OUR family. Let me come and help you through things.”

“Sure. Whatever you want, honey.” I wasn’t exactly making connections in my mind right then. But I did know I needed her, I needed to hold her, not sexually, as my love. When we got home, none of us felt we could sleep, though it was around 3:30. And there was no way Cammy could be left by herself, so I pulled out some sleeping bags from the attic and Cammy, Eva and I set up on the living room floor. My sister got some pillows and went to wash and brush, then Eva, then me. We crawled into our sleeping bags, with Cammy between Eva and I. She needed to be surrounded by the people that loved her.

After a while, my sister drifted off to sleep, probably because she was just so exhausted. Eva and I held hands over Cammy’s head and whispered for a few minutes.

“Honey, thank you, and thank your parents for being with us tonight. I don’t know what’s going to happen with my mom. I don’t….” my own tears started falling as I finally felt like I could let it all out now that Cammy was asleep. I needed to be strong in front of her. I could be me in front of Eva.

She got out of her bag and came to me quickly, sliding into my sleeping bag so she could hold me and kiss me and give me the comfort I needed. “Bear, you don’t need to think about those things now. We still don’t know what your mom’s situation is for certain. Wait until the neurosurgeon evaluates her, and get a second opinion if you have to. And whatever happens to her and with your family, I am here with you and with them. That has nothing to do with us being engaged. If we were still just boyfriend and girlfriend, I’d be here for you all. I love you so much and I love your family. We’re one bigger family now. We face problems together.” She gave me one more big warm kiss. “Now we need to get a few hours of sleep. If you want me to stay home with Cammy while you and your dad go to the hospital, I will. But worry about it in the morning.”

I looked at Eva with adoration. Asking her to marry me was the smartest thing I ever did up to then. “I love you, Angel. You really are my angel. Thank you for everything. I mean it.” I kissed her back, then I turned to try to get some sleep. Instead of going back to her sleeping bag, Eva held me from behind all night, giving me comfort and love so I could actually sleep for a few hours. I was going to need that rest.

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When dad woke us up at 8, we all felt like we had barely slept at all. We had to get cleaned up to get to the hospital when the surgeon got there at 10. And Cammy refused to stay home. “I’m not a child, so don’t treat me like one! This is my mother too and I need to hear this.” She was becoming an adult, and after the fright of the previous night, my sister was insistent on being treated like one. I was smiling inside, proud of her. She was, and is, someone very special. But she was also still a kid in ways.

We got to the hospital a little after 9:30 and Eva offered to go down to the coffee shop to get tea and coffee and some bagels in case we wanted something to eat (none of us felt like eating a thing right then). We went to mom’s floor, where the ICU was, and after checking with the nurse’s desk to make sure there was no change in mom’s condition (she was awake, but not allowed visitors yet), we sat in the waiting room for the department. A few minutes after Eva got back and gave us our drinks, the neurosurgeon, Dr. Clarke, introduced himself and sat with us.

It was a somber conversation. “Mrs. Grossman is stable now. She does have a large tumor but we won’t know if its cancerous or not until we operate and get a biopsy. We’ll have to remove as much as we can, because its a fast growing mass. If its benign, that still doesn’t guarantee she will be fine. If it keeps growing and its in a place in the brain that we can’t fully remove….I’m sorry. We will do all we can for her. And it may well be treatable. I am just letting you know the reality of her situation. I wish I could give you more specific information. I’d like to operate Monday morning, if that’s all right with you and with her. Mr. Grossman, why don’t you come with me and we’ll talk to your wife? Then, after we have that discussion, your children can go in and see her, but just for 20 minutes every 2 hours; she needs a lot of rest.”

Dad got up and went with the doctor and the three of us were left feeling….well, I was numb all over again. Cammy was crying again, though not like the previous night. It was more a mourning cry, like she was resigned to what felt like was inevitable. I had my arm around her on one side and Eva held her on the other side. Eva spoke to her, since I seemed unable to say anything. “Sweetie, I know that sounded very bad, but the doctor was telling us what we might….might, keep in mind….need to be prepared for. Your mom is sick, but she could end up being all right. We don’t know yet. Cammy, look at me. Please.” My sister lifted her head and looked into Eva’s eyes, looking for hope. “I’m going to go with you to the bathroom and you’re going to wash up so when you go see your mom, you don’t look like you’ve been crying. She needs all of us to be strong for her right now. OK? You’re a young adult, and you need to behave like one.” Cammy nodded her head and Eva’s words also got to me, and I broke through my own clouds. I needed to get my act together for my family.

I walked with them both to the bathroom and while Camilla went inside, I held Eva with a gentle hug. “Thank you, honey, for stepping up like this. You’re amazing in every way. I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t here. You’re the best in every way.”

She held me tightly and when she leaned back, I saw her own tears, tears she had been suppressing since the night before. This was hurting her almost as much as Camilla and myself. She started crying in my arms and I stroked her back and kissed her head. “I’m sorry, honey. You’ve been so strong for us, and no one has been strong for you. Let yourself cry to me, Angel.” She let it go, let herself be sad like she let me do the night before. When Cammy came out of the bathroom, she held Eva as well, giving Eva more love. Eva excused herself to also clean up before seeing mom.

“She’s pretty great, Jon” my sister observed. “You’re so lucky to have found her.”

“I know it, sweetie. I know it well. We’re all lucky she’s a part of us.” A few minutes after Eva came out, dad waved for us to join him with mom in her room. We all went in nervously, but mom looked fine aside from being in a hospital gown and in the bed with the IV and some monitors. She was even smiling, though that may have been for our benefit.

“Here they are, my beautiful children! Come give me a hug!” Cammy hurried to her left and I went to her right, both giving her big hugs and kisses. “MMMM the best medicine! Eva, you too, come on. You’re one of my children too now.” Eva was deeply touched and I made room for her so Cammy didn’t have to let go. If the doctors hadn’t told us, we wouldn’t have known she was so sick.

We spent every second of the twenty minutes allotted, then we cleared out so she could get some rest. We spent most of the day there, killing time between visits. At 6 we had to leave, but we did the same on Sunday. Before we left that evening, mom asked me to stay with her alone for a couple of minutes.

“Jon, you and I have to talk a bit. We don’t have a lot of time before they kick you out. First thing is this: you are to go back to school in two weeks. No matter what’s happening with me, you go. You will not throw away your future over my illness. You did so well your first semester and you are to continue to do well and work hard. And have fun. And if you do anything that risks your future with Eva, I will get out of bed or a wheelchair or whatever and I will give you a big kick in the ass.”

I was shocked; she had never spoken to me that way before, never even used the word ‘ass’ in my presence. And the look on her face told me she meant every word of it. “Mom, I haven’t thought much about it so far, but honestly, if it’s as bad as the doctor suspects, how could I go back to school? You’re going to need a lot of help and it’s not fair for dad and Camilla to have to do it all while I go away to school.”

“Listen to me. If I have those kind of problems, your father and I have insurance and we have money, and we’ll get me help so your father and sister don’t have to disrupt their lives either. I expect your sister to have her social life, such as it is. If things get bad….well, we’ll worry about it then. I’ve talked to your father, and he knows this is what I want for you. And you marry that wonderful girl. Make sure of it.”

I was uncomfortable even talking about this with her, as if she knew things weren’t going to go well. “Can we at least talk about this after you recover from surgery?”

“No, Jon, we can’t. Some things can’t wait until then. We don’t know what will happen tomorrow. Don’t you disappoint me. Now, give me a big hug and kiss. And go get something to eat with the rest. And I’ll see you all in the morning before they take me down for the operation.”

I gave her the hug and kiss, but I didn’t know what to think of what mom demanded of me. I really hadn’t had a chance to think about any of this in terms of my future. The idea of not going back to school didn’t occur to me. But I had to think about it, seriously. What it would mean for my family if I went back while mom was sick, and what it would mean for Eva and me if I stayed.

Eva stayed over again, after we stopped by her house so she could get a few things. My dad understood and even with Cammy in the house, he let Eva stay in my room, but only because we were engaged and because he had much bigger things to worry about.

We got to bed early, around 10, since we had to be up early in the morning. But Eva needed to talk to me before we went to sleep. “Jon, what’s on your mind, besides the obvious? I can tell; you’ve been distracted all night.”

We were laying there in the dark, holding hands, and for the first time since we were together, I didn’t know how to talk to her. The words didn’t want to come. “Bear, if we can’t talk to each other about our biggest fears and problems, what kind of marriage will we have? All the rest is the easy part. Communication has to work, sweetheart. Please talk to me.”

I let out a huge sigh. “My mother wants me to go back to Binghamton whatever happens with her. Even if we get very bad news. If she needs a lot of help, she said she and dad can afford to bring in help beyond what their insurance will pay for. She doesn’t want me to stop going there or to upend Camilla’s life. And she told me I better not mess things up with you, that I should marry you.” Eva didn’t say anything; she just squeezed my hand tightly. “But even if they can get full time nurses, it would still be so hard on Cammy. I couldn’t leave her to deal with all this alone. But If I stay I risk hurting our relationship, yours and mine. And god knows I don’t want that either. I don’t know what to do, Angel.” I turned to Eva and my eyes were blurry with tears.

Eva stroked my cheek and wiped my tears with her thumbs. She kissed me very lovingly before she spoke. “My sweet Bear. If I could take all this away for you, I would. I love you and I love your family. But you most of all. And you have to know, you’re not going to lose me. Never going to happen. Your mom may want you to go back, but you’re 19 now and you can make your own decisions. And if you decide to stay here and transfer to school down here, like Queens College, then I’ll transfer with you and we’ll get through it all together. I’ll help with your mom’s care if necessary. And you know what else? If the news is bad, god forbid, we’ll get married right away. A small wedding is fine with me. The important thing is that we get married and your mother see’s us. Everything else is secondary.”

I saw the love in her eyes, for me, for my family. For us. If there had been even a scintilla of doubt about marrying Eva, it vanished with that look. I knew that whatever else happened, Eva and I would have a long and happy life together, always filled with love in everything we did. “You’re serious? You’d switch schools for me?”

“No, Jon, not for you. For us. For our future together. I don’t care whether I graduate from Binghamton or Queens. Sharing my life with you is much more important to me.”

I held her face and kissed her. “My Angel, you’re my every dream come true. Thank you for standing by me and by us.”

“You never have to thank me for that. We love each other and these are the things we do for each other.” A long kiss, loving and warm, was exchanged. Then another, and another still. Soon our kisses were filled with desire that we couldn’t deny. “Bear, please make love to me. Quietly. Be gentle.” Her heat flushed her cheeks.

“I need you too, my love. And yes, very gently.” Eva rolled to her back and I was on top of her. Our bodies moved in a way that was natural and confident for us. In easy motions her panties went down and so did my briefs and I quickly found her pussy, warm and wet, as my cock eased into Eva with just a slight gasp. We didn’t make much noise, but we were both so in need that our orgasms came within a couple of minutes. It was fast and intense, and yet we managed to be quiet enough to not wake Cammy or my dad. “Thank you, Angel. You’re so beautiful in every way.”

“So are you, my sweet Bear. So are you.”

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I guess by now you’ve figured out that while the surgery was ‘successful’, the news was not good. Within a few days we had the results of the biopsy and my mom, my beautiful, vibrant, young (43) mother, had cancer. And it was a fast growing cancer that would keep growing back relatively quickly. All five of us sat with the doctor and he was honest and kind, and he let us know as gently as he could that mom wouldn’t survive more than a few months. So the decision was made to send her home under hospice care, with a hospital bed set up in the living room when she needed it and nurses at night and in the morning. Eva and I both decided to take off our second semester after we had a talk with the Dean of Student Affairs. She was very kind and told us if we wanted to continue in the Fall, our places would be held for us. They let us into our dorm rooms to get our personal things and sadly, we packed my car and headed home. We would help out taking care of mom in the afternoon, with additional help from my father and what help Cammy was allowed to give.

Eva, my father and I had to take lessons in basic nursing care, how to give injections and how to change IV and waste bags. How to properly give medications, how to feed mom when she needed help. Even how to help keep her clean, though that would be mostly the nurses job. We learned a lot in just over a week before mom was sent home.

Two nights before she came home, Eva was at her house for the night (one of the last nights she would spend there, alone anyway) and dad had a few friends over to console him. I sat on the couch with Cammy, watching something on TV, and she just started crying. There was a lot of that going on in my house. I just put my arms around my sister and I cried with her. There was no need to ask what she was crying about.

“It’s not fair Jon, it’s not fair!” she kept saying over and over. I let her cry for a while before I asked her specifically what she was referring to.

“Mom won’t be there for my Sweet 16, she won’t see me graduate from high school or college, she won’t be there for my wedding….and she’ll never be a grandmother.” She pushed her face back in my chest.

“I know, sweetie. I know. She’s going to miss out on a lot of things. That’s why Eva and I are getting married very soon, so she’ll be able to share that at least. But she’ll never know her grandchildren, and they’ll never know her. You’re right, it’s definitely not fair. But we’re all going to help take care of her and keep her comfortable. And I think I have an idea on how she can ‘dance’ with me at my wedding….” I shared my thought with my sister and she smiled, one of the few times I had seen her smile in almost 2 weeks.

“It’s a good idea, Jon. I love it, actually. You’re the best, brother.”

“You’re the best too, Cammy. We’re going to get through this together, right? And Eva?”

“Yes. All of us. I love you, brother.”

“And I love you too, sister.”

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Mom came home as planned, 2 days later. It was a hell of an adjustment for everyone, mom included. At first she was able to go up and down the stairs, slowly, with assistance, and her mood was pretty good, all things considered. It was mid January, and so we didn’t have to risk her falling on ice, ambulette services took her to and from her doctor appointments weekly. In the meantime, with everything going on, Eva and I planned a very quick wedding.

It sure as hell wasn’t going to be the wedding she, like almost all girls, dreamed about. We needed to do it soon, while mom was still mobile, and it had to be fairly small. We found a nice local Northern Italian restaurant with a private room for 50 with a dance floor and enough room for a DJ. With help from Phyllis plus Eva’s two aunts and my own aunt (mom’s sister Annette) it was amazing how fast things got done. Flowers, DJ, photographer…..all were found. We put together a small list of guests (cutting it to 50 was incredibly hard, but we did it), then we mailed out our own invitations instead of trying to get them printed. The date we chose was February 17. Valentines Day (14th), Eva’s Birthday (16th) and our wedding the next day, a Sunday.

Mom was taken by aunt Annette, Phyllis, Cammy and Eva for a gown, something they could help her get into. They chose a silver colored dress, simple but classy, and matching fabric sneakers (heels were not an option). They also found a gown for Cammy there, a navy gown with silver beads making a pattern of a bird (all the bridesmaids would wear navy gowns, but they could choose their own style, something they could wear again). They even took mom to lunch, making a girls day out of it, a special day. Eva found a dress I couldn’t see, off the rack that needed just a few alterations. When she and her mom told the seamstress why it was such a rush, she told them she’d have it ready the next day.

The men (me, dad, and Eva’s father and brothers, plus Steve, who’d be my best man and my friend Mike) rented tuxes, again from Milton. I was giving him a lot of business in less than a year. Eva chose her cousin Alyssa for her Maid of Honor and a couple of friends plus Charli as her other bridesmaids. It was ridiculously fast, but it was getting done.

A week before, I was sitting with Eva in the living room during our afternoon shift. Mom was sleeping; she was taking a decent amount of pain medication by then. Cammy was at school and dad at work and we had time to talk. We were talking about the wedding, of course. We weren’t taking a honeymoon, obviously, just two days in a hotel. The honeymoon could wait. We were meeting with the rabbi that night, a little pre-marital counseling, how to maintain a Jewish home, that sort of thing.

“Honey, I know this isn’t how you dreamed your wedding would be. I wish we could do the big wedding you thought of. Thank you for being so understanding.”

“Bear. don’t thank me for this. We’re doing what we have to do. Marrying you is the most important thing, and doing it while your mom is still with us is just as vital. Thank everyone who helped us. Never thank me for this. Being your wife, and you being my husband is what’s important.”

I held her closer. A year before we barely knew each other, just to nod hello in the halls. Now we were about to be married. No second thoughts, no cold feet. If anything, I was eager to have this happen. But I had to tell her something. “Angel, I haven’t had time to buy you anything, not a birthday or Valentines gift, not even a wedding gift. I’m sorry about that.”

“Bear, I haven’t had time to shop for you either. We’re a little busy, you know? This year, we’ll just not worry about it. We barely had time to get rings.”

We chuckled together. “Yeah, wouldn’t we have looked like idiots when the rabbi asked for the rings if we had forgotten!” We cuddled close, sharing a light, intimate moment together. There were few such moments the last few weeks.

Valentines Day I did stop off to buy roses, for Eva, a dozen red, for mom, a dozen yellow from me and Cammy (her favorite), for Phyllis a dozen pink and for Cammy, a dozen white. All these women were important to me in different ways. And I was Cammy’s first roses. She really needed something very special; to say the least, she was having a tough time.

“Jon, they’re so pretty” my sister cried, tears of sadness and joy. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“You’re as important to me as anyone, sis. You’re 13 now, and it’s time. Your first roses.”

“But I’m not your girlfriend, or your fiance. Oh, I don’t care, I love them! I love you so much! The best brother anywhere!” She hugged me like she would never let go. But she had to. I had other flowers to deliver.

Mom was next, and with the two dozen my father gave her earlier, the roses Cammy and I gave her almost took over the bedroom. Mom still looked good, though she was clearly tired and she was losing weight. She hugged us both as best she could. It was a very bittersweet moment; it was the last time we’d be giving her flowers.

“My two wonderful children. One of whom is going to be married in a few days! I love your flowers, but it’s so yellow in here. I’m glad, though because it smells so nice in here. You both make me so proud. Even you, Jon. I was annoyed that you didn’t go back up to Binghamton like I told you to do, but maybe, under the circumstances, it was the right thing to do. I love you both so much.”

“We love you too, mom” I said. “We’re both glad to have time with you. I promise, in the fall, Eva and I are going back to school, though maybe we’ll stay here and go to Queens College. That’s what we’re considering.”

“I’m not going to argue with you. You should do what you think is right. But at least think about going back upstate. Besides, it’s such a good school.”

“So is Queens, mom. And it’s free for NYC residents, except for fees. We could get our own apartment here and still be around to help dad and Camilla.”

Mom then asked for us to let her rest for a while. She was so tired so much of the time. At least her pain was under control.

Cammy and the morning nurse stayed with mom while I went over to Eva’s house. She was spending most of the time with us by then, and after we were married and had a two day honeymoon, she’d be moving into my house for the foreseeable future until we were ready to find our own place, wherever we went back to school.

Phyllis had taken a few days off to help with the last minute wedding things, and she cried a little when I gave her her roses. “I’m so glad to have a third son, Jon. One who is so good to and for my daughter. And you know, if you need anything, you and Camilla, you can come to me and Harold. We’re all one big Jewish family.”

We hugged and I told her I knew, and it was greatly appreciated. Then Eva came downstairs and I gave her her roses, red, the color of love.

“They’re beautiful! My sweet Bear!” She hugged me tight and kissed me with a warm and loving kiss. “Happy Valentine’s Day. Our first one! You’re so sweet. And I didn’t get you anything!” She was tearing up.

“Yes you did. You gave me your love. You’re helping my family through the worst thing we could go through, and you’re doing it without hesitation. You don’t even see how special you are because you think everyone would do this, but it’s not true. Your heart is so loving. I can’t believe how lucky I am to be marrying you.” I kissed her and said “I love you Angel. With all my heart.”

“You’re amazing, Bear. And getting flowers for my mom….that was really wonderful.” We held each other quietly for a few minutes. “There’s no chance we could get out for at least a few hours tonight, is there?”

“Not tonight, honey. You can stay here with your family but I want to be with my mom tonight. I know, hell of a Valentine’s date. It’s just time is short. How about tomorrow night, right before your birthday? We’ll go someplace nice for dinner and then get a nice room and make up for the last few weeks. We won’t have to be quiet at all. The night will be all about you.”

“I understand. And we don’t have to stay in a hotel tomorrow. We’ll have our mini honeymoon in a few days. Right now, you have other priorities. And yours are mine.”

“Eva, honey, you’ll always be my priority. It’s just…”

“Shhhh. I know, Bear. You don’t have to explain. And if you change your mind and want me to spend the night, just call me. Whatever you want and need. I love you.”

“I love you too. Happy Valentine’s Day, honey.”

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After talking to my mom when I got home, she told me to call Eva and, I quote, “take that sweet woman out for a nice dinner tonight and tomorrow for her early birthday. Or I’m throwing you out of this house until Sunday!” I kissed her cheek, which was now sunken from loss of weight, and I called Eva and that night I took her to our favorite place, Marco’s, where we went on our first date. It was busy with a long wait for a table, but it would have been like that anywhere we went that night. So over a late dinner and glasses of wine, we talked as if the last month hadn’t happened. For that night, we tried to make things as normal as possible. We talked about our future, but didn’t make any final decisions. For the time, we’d be living in my parents house. After that, whether we’d go back to Binghamton or stay and find an apartment and go to Queens College, was left up in the air.

We held hands across the table after we were done with our meal, sharing a quiet and peaceful moment. “Are you having any doubts or second guesses about marrying me this way, honey?” I asked her. “Any at all? Now’s your last chance.”

Eva smiled at me and her fingers lightly touched the back of my hand, caressing my skin and sending flashes of fire all up and down my arm and into my body. “Bear, I’m the one who suggested this, remember? I want to be your wife, I want you to be my husband, and I’m thrilled to do it now, while your mother can be with us. I wouldn’t care if it was just our families with us. I want this. I promise, no second thoughts at all. What about you? Getting cold feet?” She smiled broader, teasing me.

“If my feet get cold, I’ll have you to warm them at night. No, Angel, no cold feet at all. I’m so excited for this. A year ago we didn’t even give each other a second thought. And now, if I ran into Elizabeth Chen, I would give her a huge hug and kiss.”

“Oh? And why would you do that?”

“For beating you out for valedictorian, of course. If she hadn’t, we wouldn’t be here tonight, and we wouldn’t be getting ready to be married. So I owe her a real debt of gratitude. Maybe we both do.”

“Maybe we should take a road trip to Dartmouth and thank her in person. Some day.” The check came and I paid it, then we left and got into my car. For mid-February, it was a fairly comfortable night, not too cold. “Jon, do you think we can go to our old parking spot? We probably won’t be going back again. I want you, and I want to fuck you without worrying about keeping the noise down.” Eva looked at me with great desire in her eyes, the same desire I was feeling for her”

“I’d love to, Angel. More than almost anything.” We kissed and then I drove to our place, where we started exploring each other sexually almost a year before. She was right, there wouldn’t be a reason to go back; there wasn’t really a reason to go that night. We were making love in my room- our room now- regularly, but we didn’t have the privacy to let ourselves really go at home. We needed this, a last time as an unmarried couple.

There was another car there, which wasn’t surprising considering it was Valentine’s Day. We were lucky it was only one other car. We got in the back after I got our blanket (something else we’d be saying goodbye to) and immediately we were kissing and disrobing, getting naked and very, very excited. We didn’t need much in the way of foreplay; we were so hot for each other from the first kiss. I was sitting on the seat and Eva straddled me, her knees on either side of my hips as she eased down on my hungry dick. I was like a warm knife through butter, filling her all the way as my hands held her round ass.

We were kissing wildly and we were fucking hard, with tears falling down our cheeks. As hot as we were, this was about more than sex. We needed to get this release. The previous weeks had been so emotionally draining that our lovemaking had been almost rote because we were afraid of making noise and feeling disrespectful.

Eva moved up and down on my cock with a force that had us both gasping and our bodies taut with lust. She arched backwards and I sought out her tits with my lips, sucking hard as her pussy spasmed around my cock, releasing a small flood of wetness. “Suck it, Jon, suck my nipples! Bite me, I don’t care, just make me feel your love….” Her ass was slamming down on my thighs over and over and I felt every thrust from my glans to the rest of my body. She came hard and I twisted us around so she was on her back and I was fucking her. I kept burying my cock in her pussy as her nails scraped my chest, rougher than she had touched me in many weeks.

“God, you feel amazing!” I blurted. “I need you so much!”

“Yes, fuck me, dammit! Don’t stop…..I’m almost there!” Then, moments later, Eva came again, locking her legs around my hips, holding me inside her, and my cock twitched wildly as I came too, with an intensity we hadn’t shared in a long time. I rested on top of her and then I broke out in tears as I came back to reality.

Eva stroked my hair and my back and held me with her other arm. “I know, Bear. I know you’re hurting. I’ll take care of you.” She kissed my neck and cheek and just loved me. I really needed it, more than I care to admit. But it felt at least as great as our sex to let go like that, like I hadn’t done in weeks.

After a while we got up and managed to get dressed again before going back up front to go home. I started the car but before I put it in reverse to back out, I let the interior warm up for a while. I turned to Eva and, once my hands were warm, I held her face with a loving touch and stared into those lovely blue gemstones. There was so much tenderness in her gaze. “Angel, I know you’ll tell me not to, but I want to thank you. For being the most loving woman imaginable. For helping my family and not running away from us; I think a lot of people, especially at our age, would have had second thoughts. And for being my best friend, the very best friend I’ll ever have. I hope I can live up to your standard if the need ever comes to pass.”

Eva touched the backs of my hands with love that I felt all over and through me. She kissed my forefinger only, yet that tiny kiss made my heart throb with my own love. “I’ve told you you never have to thank me for any of this. We’re mispucha, right? (A Hebrew word for family, but with a deeper connection than just ‘family’) We laughed a little before I held her hands in mine and kissed them. No more needed to be said for the moment. I backed us out and drove us home. It was kind of late, after 1AM, and thankfully everyone was asleep, meaning my mother was able to get some rest, not to mention my father and sister.

Eva and I washed up and slipped into my full sized bed, a tight fit for two, even with Eva being so petite, but it encouraged intimacy. In bed we always had to be touching in some way, and it was a great way to learn things about each other in a way I can’t quite describe. We felt as close to each other as a couple that had been together for ten years instead of ten months.

We cuddled and after saying our ‘I love you’s’ and goodnights, we fell to a fitful sleep. Two days to Eva’s birthday and another after until we were to be married. It seemed so close and so far away at the same time.

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The next day, Friday the 15th, was spent running last minute errands, picking up small gifts for our wedding party members, then dad and I went to pick up our tuxedos. It also gave us a chance to have a father-son talk. We stopped at a kosher deli and we talked over pastrami sandwiches. He gave me advice about how to make a marriage last and how deeply he regretted when he cheated on mom and how I got dragged into it. He was misty eyed. “Don’t ever do to Eva what I did to your mother” he warned. “Don’t risk breaking her heart. Part of me wants to tell your mother what I did, to make that confession to her, but I can’t do that to her, not while she’s……dying.” He broke down and I held his hand. He was right; she didn’t need to know about that. She was in enough pain.

“Dad, what’s past is past. Mom is in enough pain emotionally to go with the physical pain. So if you’re even thinking of telling her, please don’t. You won’t get any relief and she’ll die hurt and angry with you. Then it will hurt Cammy, who’s suffering enough as well, if you two end up bitter towards each other.”

“Cammy? What about you, Jon? Wouldn’t you get hurt too?”

“Sure, but I have Eva to lift me up. Cammy doesn’t have someone like that. Well, she has me and Eva. But she’ll be crushed. And I don’t want mom to suffer any more than she is already.”

Dad wiped his eyes with some napkins he got out of the old fashioned aluminum dispenser on the table. He squeezed my fingers and said “When did you get to be so smart?” he asked with a smile, not a big one, but big enough.

“Eva rubbed off on me. She’s brilliant, you know.”

“I know. She’s going to make you very happy, son. Don’t let her slip away, ever. Thanks Jon, for keeping me from doing something else stupid. Come on, lets go home.” We got up and he kissed me on the cheek, a loving father to his loving son. Even with his fuck up that previous year, I still loved him dearly.

The next day, the day before the wedding, was Eva’s birthday She and I spent the early part of the day, when the nurses were in my house, with her family. They took us out to lunch (Cammy was invited too which made her very happy) at a nice Irish style pub. No alcohol, but delicious food. Eva and I were feeling natural jitters but we ignored that and had a nice afternoon together. That evening we weren’t going to be together; the groom can’t see the bride before the wedding, so she was sleeping at her house, apart for the last time.

So that night I spent with my family, all of us watching a movie, including mom, in her wheelchair. She couldn’t walk for more than a few minutes by then and very soon we knew she wouldn’t be able to get up and down the stairs, even with assistance. A hospital bed would be set up in the living room for her last weeks so she could be as comfortable as possible at home.

Mom asked for a few minutes alone with me, so dad and Camilla went upstairs to give us some privacy. “Come sit next to me, Jon.” She held out her hand, a very bony limb by then. She’d lost so much weight and her cheeks were sallow. But her green eyes still sparked with intelligence and humor. The part of her that made her my mother was still alive and strong. I held her hand and for about two minutes we didn’t say anything. We just looked at each other with sad smiles.

“Mom, in case I forget later, I want to thank you for everything. Everything you’ve done for me over the years. You’re the best, and I’m not just saying that. I’m going to miss you more than I can ever tell you.”

“Thank you, sweetie. But I’m not dead yet. And I am looking forward to tomorrow with such pride. You’re young but you’re such a good man, a real Mensch (a Yiddish word for Man, with a capital M). I’m so happy for you and Eva. I just wish I could dance with you tomorrow. That I’m going to regret.”

“You’re going to dance with me tomorrow. It’s all worked out. It’s a surprise for you. One dance.”

She smiled and I could see the woman I knew so well in that smile. “Ok, I won’t ask what you have planned. Thank you, son. And I want to thank you….” she lowered her voice…”for not telling me about your father and his affair.”

I was stunned. She knew. How the hell did she know? “Mom, I don’t know what…”

“I know, Jon. Don’t ask me how; I’ll just tell you your father never said a word. And I know you know, and I want to thank you for protecting my feelings. I was hurt when I found out, but I’ve made peace with it. I won’t die angry at him. I’ve got enough to be angry about. Not seeing your sister grow into a beautiful woman and starting her own life. Not being there when she falls in love for the first time. Not seeing my grandchildren. So many things. I’m not angry at your father, but don’t you tell him that I knew. It will just hurt him and I need him to keep his act together to raise your sister and you. Even though you’re getting married tomorrow, you still need a parent. And, Phyllis and Harold will also make good parents for you and Eva. As for her, I’ll talk to her a little tomorrow. I love her like a daughter. I’m just thrilled for both of you.” Mom was crying and so was I, holding her as carefully as I could but a lot of love was passing between us. Lot’s and lot’s.

“I’m going to miss you, mom. A lot.”

“Not yet you won’t. I’ll be here a while yet. And we’re going to have a great time tomorrow. The best time ever.”

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Sunday. Wedding day. The party was set to start at 1PM, with a cocktail hour and appetizers, the ceremony at 2, then the party itself going until 7.

The day started much earlier than that. Mom and Cammy were picked up at 9:30 and met Eva, her mom and others in the wedding party at a salon for them all to get their hair and makeup done, while dad and I were able to take things slow. We got dressed at 11 and Harold and the twins picked us up at 11:30. Let’s face it, men take a lot less time to get ready for a formal party than women do. But the women look so much better.

We got to the restaurant at 12 so the photographer could take pictures of the wedding party before our guests arrived. The women pulled up in two white limos a few minutes later and they all looked great, even mom, as sick as she was. Cammy in her first real gown. Phyllis in a great red gown. All were beautiful.

But when I got to see Eva enter the restaurant and take off her warm coat, I thought my heart would stop. She didn’t have her veil on yet, but she was breathtaking. Maybe you think I am biased. Maybe I am. But there was no more beautiful bride anywhere as far as I was concerned.

“Hi, Bear. So, what do you think?” Eva asked standing in front of me, her makeup professionally applied and a new hairstyle, with gentle waves curving around her neck. She was bare armed and bare shouldered, and the gown was simple, straight down her body, hugging her all the way until it flared out at her hips and flowed around her feet. It was a simple, elegant look.

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. It’s the only way I can say it, Angel.” She smiled, clearly pleased with my response.

“You’re very handsome yourself. You always look great in a tux.” I kissed her cheek, not wanting to smear her lipstick. Eva said in a very low voice “Are you nervous, sweetheart?”

“A little. Nothing I can’t handle. Are you all right?”

“Oh, just shaking in my shoes! Nothing I can’t handle” she replied with a nervous giggle. I took her hand down at our sides and I felt the tremble disappear in a minute. “Thank you, Bear. I’m much better now.” We brushed lips and were called to the private room to take pictures.

At one point, mom, wheeled next to me by Phyllis, took one of my hands and Phyllis took the other as we watched the photographer take pictures of Eva from various angles. We didn’t say much; we were all taken with her loveliness and her grace. When I joined her and we took pictures, smiling, holding hands, I knew we were going to be married for as long as we both lived. I just knew it.

We circulated during the cocktail hour, then everyone gathered for the ceremony. Aside from when Eva walked down the aisle with her father, I don’t remember almost any of the ceremony until I stepped on the glass and we kissed as man and wife. I guess I was more nervous than I admitted to. We trotted back up the aisle as our friends and family applauded. Looking at each other, laughing together, we were as happy as we had ever been up to that point in our lives.

Ten minutes later, we were introduced to everyone as Jon and Eva Grossman and we danced together to Van Morrison’s Tupelo Honey, our song. We had been dancing together since the night of our first date, and we danced together as if it was second nature. “Are you happy?” I asked as we swayed easily.

“Ecstatic. I’m so happy we did this. We’re going to have a wonderful life together. I know it in my bones.”

“I know, Angel. I feel the same way” I whispered in her ear as we finished the dance with couples all around us. It was our best time dancing.

During the afternoon we shared more dances and between meal courses we danced together and with others. I twirled Cammy around (she was growing into a real heartbreaker) and Eva danced with her brothers. Then it was time for her to dance with her father to that terrible song Daddy’s Little Girl, but they looked so happy it didn’t matter. Then it was my turn to dance with my mom.

When I went to meet her she said “Jon, I don’t know how we’re going to do this. I want to…”

“Don’t worry, mom. We’ve got this covered.” I wheeled her onto the dance floor and as I locked the wheels, Eva, Phyllis, my aunt Annette and Cammy all came out and stood around her.

Eva said to her “Carol, we’re all going to help you. We’ll get you up and we’re going to hold you while you dance with your son.” Mom didn’t say anything because she was too choked up to say a word. We all helped her stand up and the other women all stood behind her and to her sides while I held her in front. We didn’t dance around in the traditional way; that wasn’t possible. But we moved a little, side to side, surrounded by the women who loved her so much.

“Who’s idea was this? Could you tell me?” mom asked tearfully.

“It was your son’s idea” Phyllis told her and mom gave me the biggest hug she could manage. “He came up with this all by himself.”

“Thank you, Jon. For this special gift.”

“Thank you, mom, for everything. A million and one things over the years. For more than I could ever thank you for. I love you always.”

We kept swaying to Stevie Wonder’s You Are the Sunshine of My Life until mom indicated she needed to sit down, so we helped her ease back into her chair. “Camilla, finish the dance with your brother. Please sweetheart. I’m just tired.” She smiled, touched my hand and then Cammy’s, and my sister finished the dance while mom watched us and smiled wistfully.

I wheeled mom back to her table with her friends and some relatives. She was even happier than she had been earlier during the party, and seeing her like that, probably the last time she’d be smiling like that, made my heart both burst with joy and ache with sadness at the same time. I was always closer to mom than I had been with my father; we shared a love for reading and absurd comedies. When the movie Kentucky Fried Movie came out, we went to see it together, and while some sketches embarrassed us both (nudity in Catholic High School Girls in Trouble), we still laughed heartily and had a great time, just me and her. She came to my wrestling matches when she could. I could always talk to her easier than my dad about anything, even sex when I had questions. Dammit, I was going to miss her.

Then I went back to Eva, the woman of my future. “That was beautiful, Bear. You made her day. I’m so proud of you.” We shared a long kiss and then we danced again, a fast song and our friends were around us, dancing as well. It was the best time of the wedding, aside from actually marrying Eva.

Around 6:30, after coffee and dessert had been served (wedding cake, of course!), the party started to wind down as the first guests started to leave. Sy and Marilyn told me my job was there whenever I was ready to return. I said goodbye to Sandy and Marvin; they were my parents good friends, but I felt bad that I couldn’t invite Adrienne. I’m sure it hurt her, but there were too many difficult recent memories.

Eva and I had small suitcases with us and the restaurant had a room for us to change into casual clothing before we headed off on our mini honeymoon. Mike would return my tux the next day and Eva’s family took her gown home to keep it safe. One day, maybe we’d have a daughter who could wear it…..

As we changed we talked about little things from the wedding, things we would always remember. When we finished, before going back out to our family, we kissed a bunch of times as we held each other. “Thank you for thinking of this, for being willing to do this, Angel. I’m so happy to be your husband, but I’m so grateful you did this so my mom could be a part of our wedding. We gave her a great day. And it’s all thanks to your idea. I love you. I love your heart, your mind, your face, everything. But I mostly love your soul. It’s a warm and wonderful soul.”

“I love you too, my big, sweet Bear. You also had a great idea. When she danced with you, your mother was as happy as I’ve ever seen her. You made that possible.” We kissed once more and then we went back to where our families waited for us. After saying goodbye, we went to where one of the limo’s waited for us. The driver took us to the Waldorf-Astoria, the most famous hotel in New York. It was for two nights, so we splurged a little. A lot, actually. But when we went in to check-in, we found my parents paid in advance for us for a junior wedding suite, a surprise wedding present. It was a lovely touch.

The Bellman took us up with our two small suitcases, one of the easiest assignments he ever had, probably. We were only staying two nights after all, and we expected to order all our meals through room service.

Once we were alone in another fancy room, we embraced and kissed like we were the only two people in the world. We could barely hear the sounds of the traffic on Park Avenue, 14 floors below us, because we were focused intently on only each other. I held Eva tight in my grasp, but broke our kiss momentarily. “So how does it feel to be Mrs. Grossman, Mrs. Grossman?” I smiled and teased, rubbing my nose on hers.

“Mrs. Eva Rachel Glazer-Grossman, If you don’t mind, that is?” Eva was playing with me as well.

“I don’t care if you stay Ms. Glazer. I’ll always know you’re my wife and I’m your husband. That’s all that really matters. The rest is just a name.”

“I’d like to hyphenate. Keep my own name and take yours at the same time.” We kept exchanging short kisses between sentences. “I keep the best of both families that way.”

“If you can do that so can I. What would you think if I was Jon Robert Grossman-Glazer? We share each others names?”

Eva was looking at me with wide open, shining blue eyes. “Men don’t do that, Jon. You don’t have to.”

“I want to. We both acknowledge we’re part of the others family. And we’re equal in every way in our marriage.”

Eva squeezed my body with her surprisingly strong arms. “I can’t believe you would do that for me, Bear. I love you so much. And it’s time I show you just how much. Would you do me a favor and go the the bathroom for a few minutes while I get ready for bed? I want to get a little crazy with you tonight.” We kissed once more while I excused myself to the bathroom.

I washed up and stripped down to my red and black boxers. The bathroom was even the nicest I’d ever seen, with a sunken tub, an oversized shower stall, everything in white porcelain and tile and marble, even a bidet next to the toilet. Classy joint!

“Come out, husband” my bride called to me through the door. I stepped back into the bedroom where Eva way laying on the king sized bed, propped up on pillows with her wavy hair flowing around her head. My beauty was wearing a white lace teddy that was very low cut, showing off her chest between her breasts. She had matching stockings that came way up her thighs, biting slightly into her flesh. She looked delicious. “Come here, husband” she said with a quivering voice.

“On my way, wife”. I didn’t exactly sound calm and cool. For two people who had been sexually active together countless times, we were two nervous souls. I guess being married had its effect on us.

I slid onto the bed and shuffled across a lot of empty space to get close to my bride before we automatically fell into a long, loving kiss that I felt down to my toes and into my fingers. We both sighed audibly and we rolled back and forth as we kissed with deep desire. Our legs rubbed together, our torso’s pressed tightly, and there was no question as we moved around, rolling all over the big bed, that I was hard like granite and she was craving me just as much. She confirmed it by using her hands and then her feet to push my boxers down past my hips and along my legs until they were off completely. Then she let my cock rest in her loving grasp, tracing her fingers all over the shaft and crown, all over my balls, with the curiosity like she was exploring me for the first time, but with skill and love.

“Angel, that feels wonderful. I love the way you touch me. You know just what I want and crave.” I moved my lips down her throat and as I went lower down to her chest, Eva let out little sounds of need and heat. When I kissed the inside of her cleavage, her other hand roughly went through my hair and over the back of my neck.

“Bear….my big, sexy Bear. You are making me crazy. I could let you kiss my body like this all night long…..but I won’t. I need so much more from you.” She was watching me, her eyes glued to my face as I covered her soft breasts with wet kisses and firm licks of my tongue. As I used my tongue to rub her thick nipples, I found her pussy through the crotch of her teddy and she thrust her hips off the bed to get as much contact and pressure as she could. “Touch me there, lover. I need to feel you so bad.”

The top of her teddy was gathered around her waist by then, exposing her body from her belly button up so the hair on my torso was tickling her. I was eagerly sucking Eva’s nipples then, sucking hard on each one before switching, then switching again. As I rubbed harder up and down the slit of her pussy, Eva gripped my dick firmer, milking drops of my precum to the tip before rubbing them into my head.

We were both in blazing heat for each other, but I had to taste my Angel. We hadn’t shared oral sex in a while, and I was starved for her. “Lay back, my love” I said softly, kissing the ultra sensitive area below her belly button and above her pubic hair. Her skin and her lower body were both jumping and Eva was mewling with need. I pulled the teddy the rest of the way down, along her nylon clad legs, and tossed it somewhere, not looking at all where it went. She was naked before me, and I wanted to please her like I hadn’t in weeks. My tongue took a long, slow lick along the lips of her pussy, where a few spots of her natural honey were clinging to her soft pubic hairs. She tasted amazingly good, like always. I needed more. A lot more.

From between her shivering thighs, I delved into her juicy pussy, First I explored her with the tip of my tongue, also as if it was my first time with her. I probed her creases and folds to find her sensitive places and Eva squirmed around, especially below her hips. Her thighs were rubbing my cheeks and I held her ass in my hands, massaging those soft, firm cheeks. I heard a number of “Oh God”s, a lot of moans as I tickled her clit with my tongue, and a long moan as I slid one finger inside her.

“Jon, please, swing your hips over here. I want to taste you too. I want to make you feel as good as you’re making me feel.”

She was so generous, not just with her money, but with her heart and her spirit. “I would love to feel your tender lips and tongue, honey. Let’s do it.” I moved around while keeping my head right between her thighs and over her mound. My cock was still stiff as iron and I accidently hit her in the face with it, making us both giggle before Eva took my shaft in her hand and flicked her tongue all over the head. I moaned into her pussy, creating pleasant vibrations that traveled all through her body. She pursed her lips around the tip of my cock and made her own buzzes that blew up in my lower body, all across my belly and tingled my asshole. And she had barely done anything so far.

That changed as Eva drew my cock into her mouth, licking all around as I filled her mouth. I was licking and sucking her sex, wrapping my lips around her entire pussy, pulling hard with lots of suction that caused her to let out a muffled cry. Her fingers were teasing my balls, especially in the back, in the area colloquially known as the taint. She was making my hips jerk involuntarily, along with my cock in her mouth. I licked hers with a heavy tongue, travelling back and forth between her pussy and her ass in long thick licks while my fingers rubbed her clit briskly. She was close, very close, so I pulled my cock from Eva’s mouth as I applied a lot of pressure and attention to her super aroused body. When I rimmed her ass and fingered her clit, Eva came with all over spasms. Her thighs locked around my face and she was crying with intense pleasure. I moved my tongue to her pussy and in a few minutes she came again, a little gentler. but she was very happy.

I kept licking her just enough to let her come down easy before I moved back around so we were face to face. We kissed with love, we kissed with lust, we kissed with kindness. “You’re so good to me, my handsome Bear” Eva said, a little breathless. “My handsome husband. There was a time when I really doubted I’d ever get to call anyone that title. Thank you, Jon. You’ve made me complete.” She hugged me tight in her loving arms.

“My beautiful wife. I am so in love with you. I’m still kind of blown away that we’re here and married. You fulfill me, my love.”

“I don’t think you’re fulfilled right now. In fact you look pretty UNfulfilled, if you know what I mean. So how can I take care of your problem, baby? I just want to get you off right now. Later, we can technically consummate our marriage.” Eva smiled, a very sexy and lusty smile. “I’ll do anything you want.”

“Hmmm anything? Like bring in 20 more naked girls for me?” I teased her.

“Some other time, maybe. Not on our wedding night. Asshole.” We were both chuckling.

Her hand was slowly playing with me, keeping me hard and on the edge. I needed to go over that edge. “You can keep jerking me like this, but a little harder. And kiss me while you do it. That would be great.”

“Hmmmm you’re easy to please. But I said, whatever you want.” Eva nestled into my right arm and her soft body felt so incredible. “You just relax and let your wife take care of you. And I love being your ‘wife’. All 9 hours so far.” We kissed over and over, passionate loving kisses as Eva’s hand kept sliding up and down my cock. When I got a little too dry, she licked her palm and kept jerking me, mixing up slow and fast strokes.

I was moving around next to her, sometimes lifting my ass off the bed like I was fucking her hand. And I was getting close, ready to cum, desperate to cum. When she felt my cock twitching more and more, Eva kept pumping me, fast, with just enough of a grip to keep pressure on just the right places, my glans and the base of my cock. My body shook all over as she said, in her sexiest voice, “Cum, my love. My husband. You can’t imagine how much I love being one with you.” One more loving kiss and I spurt a massive load, mostly on her tits and tummy, but also on my own body, a very sticky, very white mess. My body went slack as the last few drops were milked from my slowly softening dick.

“I love you, Angel. Always and forever. For at least another seventy years, I hope.”

“That sounds heavenly to me, Bear. A very, very long life together.” We kissed a few more times before I got up, peed and washed, and got a warm towel for us to clean up. Then we snuggled together for a while, sharing more I love you’s. We were hungry, since we didn’t eat all that much at our own wedding, being busy with other things. The hotel had sent up a small gourmet gift basket for their honeymooners and we picked some nuts and fruit to snack on while we kept close. Considering it had been a long day, we should have been getting tired, but we both had something else on our minds. We had had some sexy play. Now, before going to sleep, we wanted to consummate our marriage and make things ‘official’.

It didn’t take much or very long at all. A little foreplay (ok, a lot of foreplay, though we didn’t need it….it’s fun!). Then Eva pulled me on top of her. I hesitated a moment, my cock aimed at her pussy as I kept my body just above hers, on my arms and knees. “What are you waiting for, Bear?” she asked with a somewhat husky edge to her voice.

“I’m memorizing how beautiful you are right at this moment when we make love for the first time as wife and husband. There’s something eve more lovely about you than usual, Angel.”

Eva smiled as a single tear went down her left cheek. “You say the most romantic things, my beautiful Bear. I mean that. You’re beautiful in every way.” We kissed as I slid into her body, joining us for the rest of our lives as a married couple. When I was inside her completely, we stayed very still. Our bodies were trembling a little, like a current through a circuit. Eva’s legs were apart, then she pulled them back, inviting me to start moving. I did, slowly, so incredibly slowly to start. We both felt like every nerve in our bodies were firing, sparks across synapses, I could feel it generating from the head of my cock and spreading like the ripples from a stone on a still lake. We weren’t doing anything all that different from what we had done many times before, but it felt different. It felt so much better.

After a while of this great loving, I turned on my back and Eva was on top of me. We held hands as she kept rising, keeping my cock connected with her pussy. My hips kept rising to meet her thrusts, which mashed her clit on my pubic bone, sending shock waves through her highly aroused body. I reached to roll her right nipple in my left fingers and Eva gave a short cryout. “You do such wonderful things to me, Bear. Amazing. I love you, my sexy, sexy man,”

I pulled her to me and we kissed while we kept grinding together. “You’re pretty awesome yourself, Angel. I wish this moment could last forever.”

“I understand, but I don’t know if I could take it forever” she giggled. “And I think I need to cum. Could you cum with me, Bear? I can hold out for you a little while…” Eva’s voice got dreamy and her eyes a little glassy but she never stopped riding me, going faster and more forceful as her climax got close.

“Just give me a moment, honey. Go a little faster and I’ll catch up right away. I want to share this with you, Angel. Oh, that’s it. almost there….Now! Cum, my love! Together!” I gripped her fingers as we came almost at the same time (she got there first by about 30 seconds) but it was close enough that our bodies were both charged up and shaking as we held each other tight. Without question, it was the best sexual, loving experience of our lives up until then. We would have many chances to try and outdo it.

We held on, crying in each others arms. All our questions and troubles, like my mom, were forgotten for the time being. We felt way too good, physically and emotionally, to let anything take our loving feelings away from us. We got under the blankets and held each other. We didn’t speak for a long time. Then I started singing to her, singing our song, Tupelo Honey, and her tears fell down her cheeks. Towards the end, the line ‘She’s All Right With Me” repeats over and over, and as I sang those words to the love of my life, Eva held me so tight I almost couldn’t finish the song. But I managed. For her, I could manage anything.

“That was perfect, Bear. The perfect way to end the most perfect day. I am so in love with you.”

“Just like I am with you, Angel. Thank you for making this day just right. We can face all the joys and pains of life if we do it together.” I squeezed her hand gently.

“Always together, Bear. And thank you too. I love you, hubby.” A light giggle.

“I love you too, wifey.” We laughed together before the need for sleep took us over. It was the best nights sleep of our lives.

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We spent the day in the hotel, ordering room service and enjoying each other. We had hot sex in the shower in the morning, we made love slow and sexy in the afternoon, then at night, we got dressed up and went down to the main restaurant for dinner. I can’t remember the name and the hotel is closed these days while they undergo a major renovation, converting the place into luxury apartments.

Eva wore a classic little black cocktail dress and I wore my best suite. She looked like she belonged, but my suit was not nearly fancy enough to fit in with the crowd in that place, and I was feeling very self conscious. The men were all wearing suits that cost at least $500 (in 1980 dollars!) and it was bothering me. Eva could sense as soon as we sat down.

She took my hand after we ordered drinks. “I’d ask what’s bothering you, but I’m pretty sure I know. You’re feeling like Queens in the most Manhattan hotel in town? Because of your suit?”

“You know me so well. Yeah, I’m wearing this cheap suit while every other man looks like a million bucks.” Our waiter came to take our order but I waved him off; we hadn’t even looked at the menu yet. “And you look amazing, by the way. Absolutely stunning.”

“And you think you don’t? Let me tell you something, sweetheart. This dress cost less than your suit, a real bargain buy. Nobody cares. You are the most handsome man here. That’s what I think. If anyone has something to say because we’re not wearing the latest designers, who gives a damn? I don’t care and you shouldn’t either. We are dressed to dine here, our money is as good as anyone’s, and you are deliciously handsome. I’ll show you just how much I think so when we get back to the room.” She smiled with her bright, white teeth and the warm shape of her lips. I couldn’t help but smile back.

“You are so good for me, Angel. You remind me about what’s most important in life, like our love for each other. I’m crazy about you for about a million reasons.”

“Some day you’ll have to count them all for me. Now, can we look at our menus? I’m starved. And I want lots of energy for after dinner.” We looked at our menus and as I was trying to decide between the porterhouse and the braised duck, I thought about how incredibly lucky I was to have met Eva that day, almost a year ago in the school hallway. How different would both our lives be if we hadn’t crossed paths at that moment in time? Neither of us would be married right then, and not to each other. If some of our acquaintances from school heard we had gotten married less than a year after graduating, they would have assumed a pregnancy was responsible. But who cared what they thought?

We had a great dinner with wine, then we shared this chocolate cake that was to die for, before we went up to our room, our last night of privacy for a while. We sat on the couch in the small living room, leaning on each other, a metaphor for what our lives, what every couples lives, should be, leaning upon each other. It was peaceful, something, as happy as we were, that was in short supply recently. Soon one thing led to another, gentle kisses became deeper and passionate. Eva’s little black dress ended up on the floor with my jacket and tie, then my pants and socks. I was in my black briefs and Eva in a simple pair of black panties and her heels. I scooped her up and carried her, giggling, across “the threshold” between the living room and the bedroom before laying her easily on the big bed.

“The final wedding tradition!” Eva said, smiling and teasing me. “That’s it, we’re fully married now. No more rituals. We’ll just have to get by on great sex” she said as her lips sought out mine.

“Gee, do you think we can survive on great sex?” I was running my hand over her bare right breast, letting her nipple slide between my fingers.

“It’s a great place to start. So start with me, big Bear. Show me what I have to look forward to.”

“Anything my Angel wants.” I looked up at her pretty blue eyes as my lips replaced my fingers on her nipples, applying gentle suction as my tongue turned all around her stiff nub. Eva closed her eyes and floated away, enjoying the things I was doing to get her fire going. Her hands were all over my hairy chest and mine were grabbing her ass over her skimpy panties. I moved back and forth between her tits, biting her just hard enough to make her pussy gush. She wrapped her right leg around my hips and my left leg was pressing into her pussy. My cock, thick and needy, poked her left inner thigh, giving us both something to moan about.

“My big Bear is very horny, isn’t he” my Angel growled.

“Just as horny as my Angel is. I really want to fuck you tonight. I need my Devilish girl.” I grunted. Fuck, I was hot for her.

“Take me from behind, sexy Bear. Fuck me like that tonight. I want to get dirty together” Eva moaned, turning away from me and raising her ass slightly to draw me in. I frantically got my briefs off and ran my right hand over the curve of her ass before giving her a single SPANK! over her panties. She yelped a little from the surprise, but she didn’t object. She actually moved quicker into position to get fucked from behind. “Tear them off” she urged. “Just get them out of the way.”

I grabbed her panties with both hands and yanked roughly. The elastic of her panties dug into her thighs for a moment before they gave way and ended up in three pieces. The shredding sound got to both of us and I got behind her and pushed my cock deep in one fast thrust. Both Eva and I let out animalistic grunts of lust as she pushed her hips back to meet my own pumping motion. My hands gripped her hips, both hips, as we fucked each other, hard, rough, dirty. We hadn’t screwed like that in some time, letting our most inner needs take control over our minds and bodies. My balls swung freely as my hips smacked her ass every time I thrust into her.

“My hair” Eva moaned out loud. “Grab my hair!”

I just obeyed, wrapping her long silky locks around my right hand and tugged, not too hard of course, but hard enough so she felt me. In the meantime my cock was churning inside her cunt, pulling out her thick cream to soak my balls each time I pulled back.

“My sexy, dirty girl” I growled right into her ear as my body was hunched over hers, my tummy just over her back.

“My wicked, nasty man. Oh fuck, harder! Fuck me harder! Don’t fucking stop!”

I kept giving her all I could without causing myself to cum too quickly. I tugged a little harder on her hair and Eva exploded her cum all over my lower body. My cock, balls and thighs were sticky from her cum and the mattress also got some drops. I was desperate to cum but was having trouble getting over the top. Eva knew it so she turned around quickly and sucked just the head of my cock as she jerked me rapidly with her fist. My shaft was so wet from both our fluids that there was little friction and no discomfort. Her tongue did incredible things to me and I cried out as my dick twitched as much cum as I had left in me that night. Her nails were tickling my balls, bringing out what little was still left in my tank. When she finally freed my cock from her lips, a couple of strands of her saliva and my cum connected us until they broke and fell to her chest. I kind of collapsed onto the bed and Eva fell on top of me.

We chuckled and cuddled, enjoying the last our our orgasms. We were both warm all over, tingling from our heads to our toes and our fingers. The love we were feeling for each other was almost beyond description. We took turns in the bathroom and settled into bed, naked, not how we usually slept but that night our bodies and the blanket would provide plenty of warmth. We held hands and touched each other with care.

“Angel, I know it’s only been a couple of nights, but this has been a great little honeymoon. We’ll make it up before we start school in September. A week or ten days somewhere…. we’ll figure something out.”

“I know, Bear. We’ll have a good time, but we have other things to deal with for now. And I loved these two nights with you. It was the best way to start our lives together. Believe me, I’m not complaining.” She turned to me and we kissed, a bunch of loving kisses. Then we turned to go to sleep, me behind Eva, spooning with her soft butt on my lap. There are worse ways to go to sleep at night.

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The next day, Tuesday the 19th, we got a cab to take us back to Queens (something that wasn’t so easy; cabbies didn’t like to leave Manhattan unless you doubled the meter fare) and we got back to my house around 1. In the day we were gone, things had changed. Mom was now in the hospital bed in the living room and we had aides around the clock for her. She was in more pain and her voice was much weaker. She was in the last phase of her illness.

Having aides all the time made things a little easier for the rest of us, though we still had to help do some things for her. Keeping her clean, moving her so she didn’t develop bed sores, changing her bed pans….an aide couldn’t do it all. Most of the help fell on Eva and I so Cammy could go to school and dad to work. But by the end of the week, when mom slipped into a coma, we were all home all the time.

The last day mom was lucid, she had a short private talk with each of us. I won’t share what she said to me; it’s was too personal and something I want to keep to myself. I’ll just say it was beautiful and sad and I cried hard when I was alone. We each did after talking to her. It was a very bittersweet goodbye.

Sunday the 24th she went into her coma and we had to send her to a hospice for round the clock care. We were there with her during the day, and the nurses there promised to call us at any time if she started to fail. When we were there with her, even though she was unconscious, we tried to be as up as possible, but at home we were a very sad bunch. In bed at night, Eva and I held each other, but neither of us was in a lovemaking mood. And we saved a lot of affection for dad and especially for Cammy. God knows she needed it.

Early in the morning of Thursday the 28th, we got the call; it was only a matter of hours. We got dressed as quick as possible and got to the hospice a short time later. Mom’s heart rate was low though she was breathing raggedly on her own.

We called my aunt Annette and her family, as well as a few friends. including Eva’s family, to come and say goodbye. Everyone took a turn whispering to her, making it as fast as they could so everyone would get a turn. After the others, Eva said a few words and kissed her, then Cammy (watching her broke my heart), then it was my turn. I told her I’m miss her for the rest of my life and I promised to look after my sister and to be the best husband I could to Eva. I kissed her head and then dad took his turn, the last.

We sat and stood around her and at 2:46PM she passed. We knew it was coming, obviously, but we were still devastated at the moment of passing. It hurt that much to see her stop breathing and to see a doctor declare that she was gone. Everyone held each other and cried and hugged before we left. Anyone who wanted was invited to come by for the evening to talk about mom, our best memories. Mourning would start the next week, with the burial on Sunday (the Jewish Sabbath starts Friday evening and goes through Saturday, so no burials were permitted then) followed by a week of sitting Shiva, the Jewish mourning period.

Eva and her family took Cammy home while dad and I went to the funeral home to finalize the plans. The funeral was pre-paid and arranged, but there were details such as the announcement and setting the time at the home and the cemetery. It was hard to do, but we got it done as so many have for millenia.

We were quiet on the ride home, and when we got there, Cammy ran to us to cry. She’d be crying a lot in the weeks to come; we all would. We ordered in a lot of Chinese food since there were about 20 people there. We ate what we could, some of us not really hungry, as stories about mom were shared by almost all. There was laughter from almost everyone, all except for Cammy. In the midst of the swapping of tales, she ran up to her room in tears. Eva and I excused ourselves and went up to talk to her. I knew what she was thinking and feeling.

I knocked and told her Eva and I were coming in. Her face was buried in her pillow and she was sobbing. We sat on either side of her, rubbing her back with a gentle touch until she settled down a little. Dad came up and checked and I told him Eva and I would stay with my sister and he could stay with our guests. He looked pretty broken himself, but he knew we had this under control. We could deal with one problem at a time, and Cammy came first.

“Hey sis. I bet I know why you’re crying right now, besides the obvious reason.”

“Yeah? So tell me.” She turned her head to face me and her sobs were now just gentle tears.

“Because all those people are downstairs, laughing and telling funny stories, and we’re hurting so much about mom, who can’t be here to enjoy this.”

“How did you know, Jon? It feels so awful. It hurts so much and all these people we know and love are carrying on like nothing’s wrong.”

“I know, sweetie. I feel the same way. How can everyone feel so happy while we feel so miserable? But Cammy, they’re not happy, not really. They’re celebrating mom’s life right now. Remembering all the best things they remember about her, because next week we’re going to be mourning her loss all week. They need this time to think about how much they loved her and how much love and joy she brought into everyone’s lives. Does that make sense to you?”

Cammy sniffled for a bit, then she sat up between Eva and me. We put our arms around her. “I guess so, Jon. I just wish they weren’t so…..thrilled? Ebullient?”

“‘Ebullient’? My little sister has quite the vocabulary! Seriously, I get it. Something about it feels wrong. I promise, almost all of them feel the same deep down inside. But this is a good thing in a way. It shows how much they all loved her. So lets try to understand. Besides, dad needs us down there. So let’s try to be strong for him and he’ll be strong for us, ok?”

Cammy took my hand and she took Eva’s with the other. She gave a weak but warm smile. “I’ll do my best. You’re the best brother.” She hugged me and I hugged her back. She got up before us and, before she left us in her room, she said to Eva “I know you know how lucky you are, Eva. You’re married to the best guy anywhere.” She turned and left, and we stared at each other, unable to stand for the moment.

Eva shuffled along the bed to my side. I had been sitting up straight with my shoulders square, but after the door closed, I hunched forward and I cried too. Eva held me and kissed my cheek. “She’s right, you know. You’re the best guy anywhere. The way you helped her just now…..you really should do something with children. Teach, child psych with me, something else. But you have an amazing way with children.” I kept crying and Eva just let it pass. The love was flowing through us. I would have found a way through this terrible, painful time if I had been on my own, but Eva made it easier. She kept taking enough pain from my heart so I could function for others who needed me.

We stood up and hugged each other, a big hug, big love. I leaned back a little so we could look at each others faces. I brushed her hair away from her cheek and looked into her strong blue eyes. The most beautiful eyes I ever saw in my life, so full of love and kindness. “Do me a favor, honey?”

“Sure, Bear. Whatever you need me to do.”

“If I ever, even once, take you for granted or forget how amazing you are, kick me in the ass. Hard. With a high heeled shoe.” I smiled, not as brightly as I would have on a more normal day, but it wasn’t bad either.

Eva gave me a loving smile in return. “It’s a deal. But I know it’s never going to be a problem. That day will never come. You’re too good a man to ever treat me that way.”

“You’re probably right. I love you so much, Angel. You’re my everything.”

“And you’re mine, Bear. I love you too, always and forever.”

“Always and forever. Let’s go downstairs before everyone thinks god knows what about what we’re doing.”

Eva gave me her most loving smile. We kissed briefly, we took each other by the hand, and we left the room and went back downstairs to face the next phase of our life together as one. We knew it would turn out all right because we were together, Husband and Wife.

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