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Winter of My Discontent

Date: 11/15/2017, Categories: Fiction, First Time, Oral Sex, Romance, Written by women, Author: LOAnnie2, Rating: 87.9, Source: sexstories.com

got a little bit to live.” I thought I had to be in a fantasy world, that I’d fallen down the rabbit hole. Maybe I died from one of the falls on my way to the hospital because at that moment I went completely numb, this couldn’t be happening to me. I couldn’t help but break into tears and he pulled me into his arms to give me a strong hug that I needed at that moment. “She asked me to go get a few things, but she really wants to see you. I’ll be back in thirty.” He let me go and directed me where to go so I could get to her. Summer’s room was about half lit up when I walked in, my face a mess from the tears that had fallen my entire journey down the hospital corridors until I reached her. To my surprise, when I got to her room she looked quite calm, but managed a sad smile when she saw my face. As I approached she started shaking her head and crying again. “I’m so sorry,” she kept on saying over and over, and I kept on trying to assure her she had nothing to be sorry for. I leaned over the rail of her bed and held her in an embrace in a silence only broken by either of our sniffles and cries. I don’t know how long had passed before her dad finally returned, but a faint knock on the door got both our attentions. He looked a little flustered, but smiled to his soon to be departing daughter and handed her a large paper bag. I backed off as she looked through it and actually smiled. Suddenly a small box came out. With tears in her eyes she asked, “Will you marry me? I want to ... spend my last moments together with you.” I was shocked, but immediately said yes. I imagine she wanted to consummate the marriage if we could too—being a pastor’s daughter she’d kept to her vow of waiting until marriage, and her dad would later tell me that she wanted her final experiences to be making love to me for the first time. The hastiest wedding plan I could imagine came together. A veil for her, a pair of nurses to act as witnesses, and a smart phone with wedding music from YouTube later and we were in business. Yes, the pleasantries were skipped, not knowing how much time she’d really have as the pain medication dosage kept on being upped, her dad went almost to the most important lines. “Do you Amy Renee Snow, take Summer Olivia Jessup to be your lawfully wedded wife?” “I do,” I said, trying to brush my hair out of my eyes. “Do you Summer Olivia Jessup, take Amy Renee Snow to be your lawfully wedded wife?” Probably the only tear of happiness that evening fell from her eye as she said, “I do.” For someone who was about to die, Summer was absolutely beaming as her eyes darted between her father and me. "Then by the power invested in me by God and the great state of Massachusetts, I now pronounce you..." He stopped. I knew the words he was looking for were "spouses for life." Choking up and with tears streaming down his face he only managed to get out, "you may now kiss the bride." I leaned over the bed rails to kiss Summer, and not unlike that first little quick kiss ...