JUST AN OLD-FASHIONED GIRL–Part 4 of 6

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One of the waitresses poked her head into the kitchen. “Andrea…you’d better get out here fast. I think your brother is about to propose. He’s kneeling in front of his girlfriend. Hurry up!” Andrea wiped her hands on a towel, rushing from the kitchen with her husband only a second behind her. She stepped up behind Steven, almost laughing as he stumbled his way through almost three minutes of incoherent babble and unconnected words. Finally, Rosalie took pity.

“Steven, I think you should just take a deep breath and ask me. I’m sure all these good people would like to get back to their dinners and Andrea and Nick are needed in the kitchen.”

I turned my head, noticing for the first time that the restaurant was as silent as a graveyard. I saw Andrea and Nick standing and smiling behind me. When I turned the other way I saw all the people in the lobby craning for a better view. “Sorry, folks…I guess you can say I’m a bit nervous.” Turning back to my love I took Rosie’s hands again and looked into her eyes. “Rosie, I…uh.”

“Just ask me, Steven.”

“You’re not going to make it easy for me, are you?”

“Hell, no,” she said with a laugh. “This is going to be my one and only proposal. You’re going to be stuck with me for life. You’re going to have to ask me, if only so these nice people can finish their dinners.”

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. “Rosie, will you marry me?”

She gave a big fist pump as she yelled, “YES!!!” Rosie jumped forward to grip my hair as she mashed her sweet lips into mine, her tongue finding its way deep into my throat. Everyone applauded even after I broke the kiss to pull the ring I had selected from my jacket pocket. I held it and slowly placed it onto Rosie’s finger. She took one look at it and kissed me again.

Andrea stepped forward to hug me then Rosie, followed closely by Nick. “That’s my brother, the famous lawyer,” she told everyone who could hear.

“My brother-in-law and my best friend since we were kids,” Nick commented before they returned to work.
Rosie used her phone to take a photo—a selfie—of her face and her hand with the ring then she phoned her mother. “Hi, Mom; I’m out with Steven and in a minute I’m going to send you a picture.” She waited a few seconds before continuing. “No, Mom—it’s not another fish although it is a real whopper. It’s one hell of a picture. Call me back when you’ve seen it, okay?” She ended the call and sent the photo.

“When did you get this, Steven? Other than work you’ve been with me every second. I just love it. It’s beautiful.”

“Remember last week? I had to go into Manhattan for the Bar Association committee meeting? The meeting was held at a hotel only a few blocks from the Diamond District. I had phoned Sam—remember him? It was two days before to tell him what I wanted. I’m glad you like it.”

“I love it, Steven and I love you.” I was sure she’d continue, but her phone rang at that very instant. I could hear her mother crying over the phone. She’s a very emotional woman. She spoke to Rosie for a few minutes then to me, telling me how pleased she was for both of us. I had to end the call because our dinner had been served.

Rosie kept looking at it then at me then back to the ring. “What can you tell me about the ring, Steven?”

“Sam assured me it’s a very high quality blue-white stone of 2.5 carats. The baguettes total a quarter carat on each side. The ring itself is platinum. It’s heavier and much stronger than gold. I’m glad you like it. I had to guess on the size. You have very delicate fingers. Fortunately, Sam remembered your hands. I guess I should phone Mom and Dad.”

I did and the phone call was almost word-for-word identical to the one with Rosie’s mother, even down to the tears which surprised me, considering how tough I knew Mom could be. Rosie agreed to Sunday dinner with my family. “I’ll phone my Mom on our way home and get us invited for tomorrow. I want you all to myself on Monday. It’ll be Labor Day all day and into the night for you.” Then leaning across the table she whispered, “And tonight, and tomorrow night, and every night for the rest of our lives.”

We were both so excited that we could barely eat so we had several take-away boxes for our lunch tomorrow or Monday or whenever. She phoned her mother once I was on the road and she didn’t even have to wheedle an invitation. Her mom asked us to come early in the afternoon. I got the impression the entire family would be invited. Then she phoned Nadia. They had become really good friends, especially once Rosie had moved in with me. Harrison also lives in Centerport, less than a half mile from us. Nadia was thrilled, but not surprised. We agreed to get together tomorrow morning for a brief visit.


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Our shower was big, but you’d never know it that night. Rosie pressed her body into mine, hugging and kissing and even fondling me as the hot water played over our bodies. “Steven,” she asked even as she ran the slippery soap over my cock, balls, and ass. “I would like to have a big family.”

“Sounds great to me.”

“Can we start as soon as we’re married?”

“Sounds even better,” I said with a smile just before pulling her into yet another passionate kiss.

“Steven,” she whispered, “Would you please lick me…you know, like you did back in June?” My response was to initiate another long and sloppy kiss.

Five minutes later we were dry and I had carried my love to our bed. I pulled the blanket down and laid her on the sheet. I began with my body between her legs, rubbing the underside of my cock into her slit. This was just “warm-up” for her—just enough to make her gasp—as we kissed. Then I ran my tongue ever so lightly across her lips and around her chin. Rosie began to moan as I slowly traced her jaw line to her ear where I nibbled her lobe and ran lightly over the rest. I was encouraged when her moans became louder and she groaned, “Oh, God!” Then I moved teasingly down her neck, across her clavicle and to the breast on her opposite side. After moving around the entire breast my tongue ran in a slight spiral up toward her areola. Her first orgasm hit then and continued when I moved to her other breast.

She came again—even harder this time—when I reached her navel. It wasn’t deep so my tongue easily reached all the way in. By now she was shaking like a leaf and continued as I moved over her hip. I thought I might drown when I reached her clit. Rosie squirted like never before, drenching my face and our bed. She was still shaking, minor tremors coursing through her body, when I rose from the bed and walked to the bathroom.

I carefully put Rosie onto a thick bath towel while I stripped the bed, throwing the soiled sheets into the hamper. I had new sheets on only a minute after drying the mattress with another towel. Then I lifted Rosie and joined her under the covers. We were sound asleep seconds later.

I woke the following morning to a tongue bathing my morning erection. Looking down I saw Rosie grin. “I’m glad you don’t do that every night. I don’t think I could handle it. The last thing I remember was squirting something fierce and the rest is a blur. I know I owe you one, probably a lot more. I’m sorry I couldn’t do it last night.” I pulled her up for a kiss, but she returned to my cock a minute later.

Moving between my legs allowed her to look into my eyes as she sucked madly and licked gently, taking my entire organ into her mouth. She teased me, bobbing slowly as her tongue washed my shaft, for several minutes before she winked and polished me off a minute later. I no longer felt the need to warn her. Not only was Rosie willing to swallow, she wanted to. She saw it as part of her expression of her love for me. I was wasted when she jumped out of bed. “C’mon, sleepy; we’re going out to breakfast with Harrison and Nadia. They’ll be here at 8:30.” She pulled me from the bed into the shower. It was just what I needed. We washed and groped each other and shaved each other. Yes, we still kept our abdomens bare. I shaved and was dressed a few minutes later, just in time to greet Harrison and Nadia at the door.

Nadia ran straight to Rosie where they hugged and did that jumping thing that only women seem able to do. Harrison just strolled through the door, shaking my hand, and saying, “Congrats, man.” Eventually, Nadia and Rosie calmed down and Nadia came over to hug me and kiss my cheek. Harrison drove us to the Centerport waterfront and the Centerport Yacht Club for their buffet breakfast. I had always given him a hard time because the Centerport club was only about half the size of Northport’s. Of course, he countered by telling me it was more exclusive, a remark that usually made me howl.

We were almost there when Rosie’s cell rang. It was her mother. “Yes, Mom I’m going to breakfast with my best friend Nadia and her husband Harrison who is Steven’s best friend. Nadia’s going to be matron of honor.” I did a double take and gazed at Harrison who showed no sign of being surprised. Rosie listened to her mother for a few minutes then asked Nadia, “Would you like to join us this afternoon? It’ll be at my Uncle Al’s in Port Jeff Station. The whole family will be there and I know they’d love to meet you.” Nadia looked at Harrison through the mirror and there must have been some signal I missed because next thing I knew we were all going to Uncle Al’s.

We had just ordered our coffee when I asked, “Rosie, when did you speak with Nadia about being in our wedding? I only asked you last night.”

“Steve,” Nadia answered, “for a brilliant lawyer you sure can be obtuse. Harrison and I have known for weeks that you’d ask Rosalie. We talked in the ladies room at Hamilton. I told Rosalie then that it was only a matter of time.”

I looked at Harrison and his expression only confirmed what Nadia had said. “Then, I guess we should keep everything in the family. Want to be my best man, buddy?”

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t ask me, so…absolutely. Does this mean I’ll get to escort that hot dish sitting across from your fiancée?” We all laughed then joined the line for the buffet.

We were back at the table when Nadia told us, “I made a big mistake one day and called Rosalie, ‘Rosie.’ I thought she was going to tear me a new asshole. Know what she said? ‘That’s Steven’s name for me. He’s the only one who gets to call me that.’ Now, that’s true love.”

“Well, that’s how I feel. Steven makes me feel so special when he calls me ‘Rosie.’” I leaned over and Rosie got the message immediately–kissing me briefly, but deeply. We had a great time, just as I knew we would and I had to admit the buffet was great. We returned to our house where we spent the rest of the morning on our deck.

“So, tell me what to expect this afternoon?”

“Well, Harrison—last time I went was Memorial Day weekend and there must have been a million people there.” Rosie laughed then swatted me in the ribs. I continued anyway. “You know these Italian families—second cousins, third cousins, and some people who aren’t even cousins. All I know is that I had a fantastic time. I will remember Rosie’s parents and her brother Michael and his wife Natalie, her sister Anita and her husband Joe…oh yeah—Uncle Al, too. The rest I’ll rely on Rosie to tell me.”

“Don’t forget my absolute favorite uncle.”

“Oh, like I could ever forget. Uncle Robert is a Suffolk County cop and he hates lawyers…well, criminal lawyers. You’ll probably be okay, Harrison.”

We left around 12:30 in both cars in case Harrison and Nadia wanted to get away before we were allowed to. He followed me all the way to Uncle Al’s and, once again, there was no place to park. We had to go halfway down the next block before we could find space for both cars. Rosie took my hand, kissed my cheek then polished her ring on her blouse. She was beaming; I’d never seen her look better.

Of course, we were mobbed as soon as we passed through the gate. My hand was shaken dozens of times and my back slapped even more. Rosie’s dad hugged me so tightly that I could hardly breathe. Somehow we managed to introduce Harrison and Nadia as best friends and best man and matron of honor although there was obviously nothing matronly about Nadia who, at five feet ten inches and 125 pounds with an hourglass figure, was clearly a Russian bombshell. Finally, after things had calmed down and all the women had checked out Rosie’s ring, I almost laughed when Nadia whipped out her loupe. Actually, I had wondered earlier why she hadn’t done so as soon as she walked into our house. After a minute she turned to me with her thumb up—it met the Nadia seal of approval.

We ate almost all afternoon—hot dogs, cheeseburgers, even meatballs and sausage with peppers. Somebody had been very busy last night and this morning. I was sitting on a picnic bench with Rosie in my lap when I saw Uncle Robert approach. Instead of deriding me he held out his hand and welcomed me to the family. Even Rosie was shocked.

Harrison joined me in the kids’ football game which was really funny because Harrison’s idea of a sport is chess or bridge. All the same, he managed to get gang tackled on almost every play, even when he didn’t have the ball. I couldn’t stop laughing when I saw Rosie, Nadia, and Michael’s wife Natalie in the role of cheerleaders.

Uncle Al added charcoal to the three huge grills around five and twenty minutes later put what I thought at the time must have been thick slices of an entire sirloin hip on to cook. We all held hands while he said the blessing, thanking God for joining Rosie and me and for allowing them to meet Harrison and Nadia. Everyone said “Amen” and we dug in. The steaks were just as good as I remembered, but this time we had potato salad and coleslaw. There were piles of delicious-looking garlic bread, but both Rosie and I passed much to everyone’s amusement.

Harrison and Nadia left around eight that night, but did take the time to speak with every member of Rosie’s family. Finally, Harrison and Nadia approached us. Nadia hugged me as she had always done, telling me, “You are very lucky, Steven. There is so much love here.