"Let's go for a walk," begged Eric. "It will be chilly soon, and then it's too late."
He did not have to ask twice. Stella could not think of anything she liked better than walking in the park with Eric, except maybe listening to his deep, soothing voice. A voice she could listen to forever and not get tired of it.
As usual, he took her arm as they slowly made their way to their favorite park bench. It was empty as they arrived, just as the sun started to disappear behind the tall trees to the west. There was the promise of a colorful red sunset, and Stella was looking forward to it. I guess, she thought to herself, most girls of sixteen are quite sentimental. And a fiery sunset always gets to me.
The bench felt comfortable, not just in a physical way, but mostly because she and Eric had spent many evenings here, talking about many things, but mostly about the future, their favorite topic.
"Stella," started Eric, "the time has come to make a decision about the wedding. We will have to decide this week at the very latest."
"I agree," she answered him. "It has been on my mind all day long. One voice said, go for it now, the other voice answered, let's wait another year."
Eric studied at her for while, weighing his answer. He too is sentimental, Stella thought, but not to the extent of a sixteen year old girl like me, he is much more practical.
"I know that I would like to get married right away, but I have to consider all three of us, Mom, you, and me. And after having given it a lot of thought I vote for a postponement till you have finished your student exchange year in Germany."
"You are absolutely right," she told him. "A real love union between a man and a woman in love does not disappear. If it is real love, it will be there next year."
Eric nodded his head and continued, "I also talked with your Mom about setting the date and she agreed with me. You are so busy right now with your travel preparations, and with studying German, even when you go to the toilet, that there just is not enough time to devote for a wedding."
"I am glad we made a decision, Eric. I guess I am somewhat strained at the moment. Now I feel suddenly much better, much relieved. Naturally, a wedding is a much more momentous affair in a woman's life. She even gives up her name. But still, it's a ceremony. And ceremonies can wait."
Eric stood up and pulled her to her feet. Then, always the gallant knight, he put his jacket over her shoulders. He was right, it was turning chilly. His jacket kept her comfortably warm and his arm around her waist made her feel safe from all the ills of the world as he walked her home.
This had been the second major decision this month. The first one had involved Eric also.
Mom had invited Eric for dinner and he casually had mentioned that he was going to look for another studio apartment soon. The building where he lived was slated for demolishment to make room for the new Interstate Highway.
A few days later her Mom surprised Stella.
"Do you think," she asked Stella, "would it be proper to offer Eric the spare room in the back of the house? The question arises because this would mean an unmarried sixteen-year old young lady and an unrelated young bachelor living in the same house."
Stella didn't know what to say, she just nodded her head. But then she decided to speak her mind.
"I don't see what could be improper about that. After all the wedding will make everything proper and legal."
"I am glad we both feel the same way about that," said her Mom. Now to where to put him; I am thinking about the room where we have accumulated a lot of junk over the last four years since Dad left us. You know, we never did get Dad's den in order since he passed away."
Two weeks later, on his thirty-second birthday, Eric moved into the former den of Stella's Dad.
Stella hoped her Dad would approve from wherever he now rested.
She and her Mom missed Dad very much. He was only thirty-two when he was killed four years ago, just a year older than Mom.
The only problem was the long walk between bedroom and den, Stella mused. But at least there were no squeaky floor boards to announce Eric's frequent nightly walks down the dark hallway. Only the squeals and moans would tell of the young man's visits.
*******
Stella's year in Germany passed quickly and she had to say a teary good-by to her foster parents and their daughter, and the many friends she had made. It had been an exciting year and she had been driven all over the country. She had brought with her a ton of pictures when she returned, plus mountains of fabulous memories.
But there was a wedding ahead and she was getting anxious. There were so many preparations to be made, and her Mom and she had their days filled. It was a lot of work, but also a lot of fun for the young woman.
Her Mom took her into her confidence every so often and they talked freely about a lot of subjects. Mom passed on much advice to the future bride in her family, things she should know as a wife.
A tornado of activity had hit the house and in the eye of the tornado stood Mom, solid and cool as ever, while Stella was swirled around and around.
Wedding announcements had to be mailed, which meant that decisions as to who to invite, flower arrangement had to be decided on, birders had to be placed for maids dresses, who was to cater refreshments and what should be reserved, reservations had to be made, a band had to be selected. And that was just the start of the to -do list. Poor Stella started to wonder how any bride could manage to live through it all. I am so glad, she said to herself, that Mom and I work together so well.
From here on it was an emotional roller coaster all the way through until the day after the wedding.
It was the night before the wedding that Eric had a surprise. He quietly walked down the hallway and approached the door whose hinges he had oiled again just two weeks ago. A dark room greeted him, dark except for the flickering light of a lone candle. bathing the bed in the center .n a warm glow. The darkness accentuated the bed in the middle of the room.
He stopped and stood rooted to the spot until he was greeted by a husky voice.
"Today is your last day of freedom, let's make it special."
"Just being with you is always special, sweetheart," Eric answered as he quietly closed the door and stepped up to the bed.
"Just think, after tonight you don't have to tiptoe through a dark hallway anymore," she laughed.
"And just think, after tonight my wife can be as noisy as she wants, instead of covering her mouth," he teased her.
He looked down to drink in the flawless beauty of this woman who was going to be his wife tomorrow. The slim body, her long, shapely legs, her full lips that promise delights. He could not see the color of her eyes but he knew that hey were an unusual shade of grey-green, and always full of smiles and of mischief.
Unlike most men, who liked big tits, he liked them perky and on the small side. As he looked at his bride's breasts he marveled at how fate had presented him with exactly his ideal. They were firm, almost cone shaped, topped by rosy nipples that were visibly engorged tonight. The candle light did wonders to them, they were glowing invitingly. Just looking at them made his mouth water.
His love for her was almost palpable, filling the room. She not just saw his admiring gaze; she felt it caressing her skin physically. Hi love mixed with the light from the candle and filled the room .She could feel it almost physically. Her happiness nearly overpowered her and she had to take a deep breath as she felt his lover for her engulfing her trembling body.
"Hurry, lover. Please," she cried out.
He could not hold back any longer. As he crawled up to her on the bed she started shivering in anticipation, but Eric had other needs first and told his body to wait its turn. He wanted to tightly hug her to himself, holding her close to his body, feeling her heartbeat next to his. He first wanted to savor her presence, her closeness.
He held her in his arms, whispering love words into her ear, bathing in the fragrance of her skin. After he released her he propped himself up on one elbow. He paused for many seconds, just looking into her eyes, before he spoke.
"You loveable, irresistible, desirable woman of mine, I love you so much, it's almost painful."
But eventually his body's needs won and the dam broke that had held back his physical urges and he let them take over. He took her in his arms again and kissed her deeply, his tongue savoring the sweetness of her mouth. He liked the way she answered him and soon their tongues were outdoing each other. When she captured his tongue and started sucking it his dick reacted violently.
She felt his arousal and knew that it was time for her to take the lead as she had promised.. But before she had a chance to get started she felt his lips on her neck, kissing and nibbling, which sent little tremors through her.