They waited. Actually abstained from doing it, the entire six years they dated. Not to say they did not fool around, but she wanted to wait until they were married. Being the gentleman that he was, he obliged. He did not pressure her, ever. He respected her and would patiently wait. She had her reasons and that was good enough for him.
After much anticipation, their wedding day came and went without a hitch. What a beautiful event it was. Her dress was perfect, the food was delicious, the guests were dancing and they were madly in love. She looked like a real princess for that day and he, the handsome prince. They were finally married.
The inevitable would soon follow. The eve of the wedding. D-day. The time had come to consummate their marriage, after a very, very, very, very prolonged sexual attraction. They would be together as one, at last. The evening brought with it exhaustion from the day’s activities and much-anticipated excitement, followed by nerves for what lay ahead. They were free of guilt now. Legal. All was allowed, finally. The pressure was on.
After settling in, they laid their heads on their pillows and began to cuddle. They tried with all their might to fight it, but reluctantly succumbed to what their heavy eyelids were telling them. The exhaustion proved to be more powerful than their desire. They both fell heavily into a blissful deep sleep. Consummation, would not occur on that lovely evening, at the airport hotel.
The flight was scheduled to leave early the next morning and they did not want to miss it. They sat wide-eyed at the gate, she staring at the two beautiful diamond bands that snuggly hugged her left ring finger and he, fidgeting and rotating the gold band which would now occupy his previously naked ring finger, for life. They were on their way to paradise for a week.
What a gorgeous island. Clear blue skies and miles and miles of white sandy beaches. The perfect getaway on this unusually cold November day. They would miss Thanksgiving with the family back home but it did not matter, they were together at last.
The hotel was beautiful. Open, breezy and tropical. It was buzzing with excitement as happy vacationers in their bathing suits came in and out of the open doorways leading to the turquoise color waters ahead.
The hotel bellhop escorted the happy couple to their reserved exotic honeymoon suite. Oh, the excitement was more than they could handle. They giggled like two kids secretly walking to a forbidden place.
The doors of the suite opened and they stood in the doorway of this spacious, luxurious room. In the space ahead, they noticed the ever so inviting king size bed, the plush sofa and chair, the fully stocked bar and the beautiful french doors leading to a large balcony. A newlywed’s dream come true. A bottle of champagne lay chilling in the icy sterling silver bucket, patiently waiting to be popped open by the love birds.
Tonight would be the night. The night that would seal their long-awaited union. The love for each other would finally be expressed in a way it had never been expressed before. Ah, the thought made her feel a strong desire to be with him at once. She was ready. He was happy that she was ready. Finally, together as one.
As she entered the room, she came to a halt and gasped. Oh My God. This could not be happening. At first, she was not entirely sure of what she was seeing but after a more careful and detailed look, she knew it was true. The beautiful comforter draped over the luxurious bed which matched perfectly with the flowing drapes outlining the large windows that faced the calm ocean below, were both in fact the same exact fabric and pattern, as the favorite and luxurious bathrobe worn by her mother, every single day.
She felt a sudden rush of blood escaping her head and became light-headed. She had to sit down. Her mother’s presence was palpable. Her mother was inside the room. With them. On their honeymoon. Vibrantly visible. She looked at the comforter and could visualize her mother back at home, happily making the family breakfast and smiling, in her bathrobe. She glanced up at the drapes and there, she saw her mother’s spirit dancing along with the breeze of the ocean, staring down at them, watching them, policing them and making sure no consummation, would take place.
How was she to relax and let him take her into his arms and make love to her for the very first time? To finally give in to his manly ways and be completely his? The comforter, the drapes, her peering eyes and her presence. All there in the room, with them.
You will be happy to know that after the initial shock of feeling her mother’s presence in their suite, they soon relaxed. The bottle of champagne was popped open and they watched in anticipation as the sparkling foamy and rich liquid erupted and cascaded down the firm bottle and was quickly consumed by both. Mmmm. It was smooth. It was rich. It was perfect.
Twenty four years later, they remain happily married. Very much in love and consuming many, many bottles of guilt-less, tantalizing champagne.