The Anniversary

Written by: SexyChele

A couple rediscovers their passion on their anniversary.

Emily awoke to the stillness of pre-dawn. She turned her face to the
window and noticed the gray light stealing in through the window. 
Sighing deeply, she tried to keep still and not wake Ralph. Not yet. 
This was her time and she cherished it. Ralph's snoring cut through to 
her and she smiled slightly. How many mornings had she quibbled with 
him over that? And when had it no longer bothered her? In fact, when 
had she learned to fall asleep to it? 

She pulled the sheet up to her chin and gently rolled over onto her
side. Ralph's back was facing her, his shoulder blades expanding and 
falling with each ragged breath he took. She looked at the flesh on his 
back - when had it taken on that weathered look? She didn't remember 
that before. 

She looked up onto the top of the dresser and her eyes absorbed the
large photograph that had stood there for years. Emily's gaze softened 
as she took in the photograph that marked their wedding. That was 35 
years ago today. She looked at the young girl, only 19 years old, the 
white dress her mother had worn altered to fit her slim frame, and 
clutching at the arm of the man beside her. Ralph. Only 21 then, he had 
opted to wear his Marine uniform instead of the traditional tux. He had 
just finished college that spring of 1968 and had taken up his duty to 
serve his country in Viet Nam. Emily had been terrified, afraid of 
losing the only man she ever knew she would love. The night he told her 
he was enlisting was the night he placed the ring on her finger and 
asked her to be his wife. 

The wedding had been a hurried affair. Her mother's wedding dress
dragged down from the attic and quickly altered. Flowers gathered from 
her mother's garden. A cake baked by a neighbor who had a knack for 
such things. But Emily hadn't cared. She had her Ralph - tall with dark 
hair and shining blue eyes. Emily looked at the picture she must have 
seen a thousand times, looked at her reflection staring back. A mere 
slip of a girl she had been then with her soft golden curls and hazel 
eyes. A girl no one would have suspected as having any strength of 
character. They would all be surprised. 

They had married on a fine day in June. Their honeymoon has consisted of
three days and nights at a motel on the outskirts of town. Their 
wedding night was still clearly embedded in Emily's mind. She had 
married Ralph a virgin. Although she was eager to truly be his wife 
physically as well as emotionally and legally, she had been afraid. 
Late night whispered conversations amongst her girlfriends had told her 
there would be pain and blood. Her own mother's conversation the night 
before her wedding had only confirmed her fears: Emily would need to 
fulfill her duty as wife, no matter how distasteful she found it. 

Yet, when Ralph had tenderly removed her dress and held her against him,
his words were a gentle caress against her ear. He told her he knew the 
first time might be uncomfortable for her, yet he loved her and truly 
wanted not to hurt her. He wanted to love her. And love her he did. He 
was tender and gentle and patient with Emily. He proceeded cautiously, 
while at the same time seemed to know exactly what her body wanted. 
When he finally entered her, Emily felt a sharp sting of pain and was 
suddenly afraid that all that her girlfriends had spoke of was true. 
But Ralph had shown restraint, lying still and kissing her. He smoothed 
her hair back and caressed her body until she once again felt the 
stirrings of passion blaze. When he continued to move within her the 
discomfort quickly faded until all she felt was the pleasure of her 
husband. She hadn't known what it was at the time, but that night she 
experienced her first orgasm. 

She had awakened the next morning stiff and sore. Ralph was gentle with
her, afraid of hurting her, but Emily could only think that her time 
with her new husband was so short and she didn't want to waste one 
minute of it. She and Ralph had explored every inch of each other's 
body, and Ralph had seemed very pleased with his new wife's curiosity. 
Emily was, quite simply, madly in love. 

Ralph had secured a two room flat for Emily just before he was due to
leave. He was concerned, but told her knowing he went to Nam with her 
ring on his finger would give him comfort. 

Emily tried not to cry that day when he went away. She remembered it
clearly, standing with Ralph's parents, everyone trying to be brave. 


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