1. Remembering Rita


    Date: 9/25/2017, Categories: Love Stories, Author: prairiedogg, Rating: 17, Source: LushStories

    to stay with her. She had it all figured out, of course. She had me wrapped around her pinky finger and I knew it. There was nothing she could suggest that I wouldn't try. Making love with Rita was as natural as slipping on your favorite pair of slippers. She had a wonderful body, with breasts that were just about perfect. She always complained that her ass was too big, but to me it had just the right combination of curves and softness. When I entered her, it was all about love, nothing else. Ever since she was admitted to this hospital I spend every moment I can with her, just talking to her, holding her hand and trying to make her comfortable. When she speaks to me, her love comes shining through in everything she says. She talks about everything, when she has the strength. I listen to her and laugh with her, but each night the tears come when I leave her room. We dated all through school, finding time to make love whenever we could. At the start of our senior year I proposed to her, on bended knee and all that. She accepted, but she wanted to wait until after we graduated. It seems she wanted to be a June bride, so we waited. She was such a beautiful bride. She got a job as an elementary school teacher that first fall and she was so happy. I graduated with an engineering degree and I got a job in the same town, so we bought a house there. Her condition has deteriorated considerably in the last few weeks. Both Rita and the doctors are trying to prepare me for what will ...
    happen, but I really don't want to know. All I know is that my friend, my lover, my wife is slipping away from me and I don't know if I will have the strength to be brave for her. Of course, in typical Rita style, she is being brave for me. Her parents visit regularly and they told me that Rita sat down with them and went over what she wants for her funeral. She knew that it would be too difficult for me to hear it, so she spared me from having that conversation. Typical Rita again, thinking of me when times were difficult. We tried to have children, but it seemed as if it wouldn't happen. We went to specialists and they broke the news to us that Rita was unable to have children. We cried together that night. My tears weren't selfish tears for me, knowing that I wouldn't become a father, but instead were for the child we would never have. That child would have been blessed to have a wonderful mother like Rita. She would have been such a good mother, but it wasn't meant to be. Once we cried it out, she put all of her energy into those children she taught, giving them all of the love she couldn't give to her own child. Those kids were so very lucky to have Rita in their lives, if only for one year of their schooling. We're running out of days now. Rita spends most of the day in and out of consciousness, barely strong enough to utter a few words, but she manages to speak to me every day. Some time ago, there was talk about hospice care, but Rita was lucid enough to veto that idea. ...
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