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Click here"I told you," Alvin said, "no matter how cheap or how fancy, every hotel has the same damn channels."
Mary pulled up a pay per view menu. "Oh look," she said, "They have adult films. I've never watched a porn movie, have you?"
"What do you think?"
"Yeah, dumb question. Sometimes I forget you're a guy."
"I don't think I like that much."
"It was a compliment, honey."
Alvin took the remote control from her hand and turned the television off. He gently pushed her down on to her back and flipped open her robe.
"I don't want to look at some other naked woman, when I've got the best looking one right here."
"I am sure I am not as good looking as the women in those movies."
"Yes, you are."
"My boobs are too small, and my ass is too big."
Alvin kissed her on each nipple. "They look just fine to me." He slid down the mattress, kissing her just below her navel, and on each of her hips. He lifted her right leg and slipped under it, leaning on one elbow between her spread thighs.
"Alvin, what are you doing?"
"I'm looking."
"Why?"
"Because it's the most special thing in the whole world."
"You are making me self conscious."
"You look at my dick all the time."
"That's different."
"How is it different?"
"I don't know."
"Mister Rogers said that boys are fancy on the outside and girls are fancy on the inside."
"You are looking between my legs and quoting Mister Rogers?"
"Honey, he wasn't talking about you in particular." He played with the soft tangle of her public hair. "You are wicked neat down here," he said, "Do you trim it or something?"
"Yes, I trim it. I got it waxed once, I am not going to do that again."
"Fine, I like it how it is." He ran his fingertips over her labia and gently parted them. "Mary, it is so beautiful."
"You sound like you never saw one before."
"Oh, seen a few here and there, but to really look at it, to try to..." He let out a loud sigh as he struggled to find the right words.
"What is it you are trying to say, baby?"
"I'm not sure," he said, cupping his hand over her mound and softly caressing it. "What do you like to call it?"
"I usually just say my vagina."
"What do you like me to call it?"
Mary thought for a minute. "I like when you call it my pussy. I hate twat or snatch or any of those words, they sound ugly. But a pussy is, I don't know, warm. Cuddly."
"Fuzzy?"
Mary laughed, "Yeah, fuzzy."
Alvin leaned forward and kissed her in the center of her bush and again, on her labia, then rested his head on her thighs. She reached down and stroked his head. After a minute, he found the words he had been looking for.
"You know I love your heart. I love your intellect and your sharp wit and so many things about you. You know that right?"
"Of course I do, love."
"But this..." he gently touched her, "this is the place where life comes from. It's the, what's the right word? Locus? It's not just there for pleasure. It's where our children will come from. Jeezum crow, Mary, I'm not making any sense, am I?"
"You are, baby, and I am honored by your words."
Alvin sat up, holding her leg on his lap, caressing it. "You know, back in the old days, there was a nickname for Boston. Because even back then people here thought the whole world revolved around them, they called it the hub of the universe. You still hear that now and then."
He touched her vagina. "This, where I can become one with you, and where the two of us together are going to create new life that I will cherish more than I do my own...Mary, this is the hub of my universe."
Mary held out her arms. "Come here, love." Alvin moved to her side and she pulled him against her, kissing his forehead and his eyes. They laid together quietly for a long time before Mary spoke again.
"It's going to feel weird to go back to work on Monday."
"How's it going to feel to come home at the end of the day?" he asked.
"Wow," she said, "I'll be coming home to you every day. That's going to seem so different."
"Home. That's become one of my favorite words."
"That and pussy."
"That's a good word too, but I always loved pussy, I had to learn to love home."
She laughed and snuggled closer to him. "But you love my pussy best."
"Jeezum, I just made a whole speech about it."
"It was a beautiful speech." She kissed him, then got up and crossed to the window. It was still raining.
"What do you think is the best movie ever?" she asked after a while.
Alvin thought for a minute. "Casablanca."
"Oh, yeah. Bogart and Bacall."
"No, Ingrid Bergman."
"Oh, right. Let's see if we can get that and watch it tonight."
"Alright. I wish you'd had that idea earlier."
"Why's that?"
"Because I could have said 'Here's looking at you, kid' a while back."
Mary laughed and started to speak, but Alvin cut her off.
"I know, I'm not as funny as I think I am. But I'm funny enough."
Mary crossed to the bed. She sat down beside him and put her hand on the center of his chest. She could feel his heart beating.
"Why does our honeymoon have to end?" she asked.
"It doesn't," he said reaching up and touching her face. "It can go on forever."
Mary nodded her head and smiled. "Well, alright then," she said.
Sweet Caroline @ 1969 by Neil Diamond
- COMMENTS
Goldustwing23 days agoI’m continuing to enjoy this story, the honeymoon was written in a loving and fun fashion.
Anonymous4 months agoComentarista82, what are you, a professional editor? Keep your trap shut and let MelissaBaby write her stories. Nobody cares how many stars that you so generously bestow upon her.
MB, I agree with almost every commenter on here... we all love your writing. From someone who has travelled all over Maine, to Boston many times, and to SoCal a couple times, you do such a nice job in capturing settings.
You are also terrific at creating funny, serious and touching dialogue.
We all love your work - keep it up.
And Comentarista82, keep your opinions to yourself.
Comentarista829 months agoThis described Boston well and it captures a lot of the city's "flavor," at least in part; it seemed to focus most on Fenway. It turns out a woman directing the music then played "Sweet Caroline" in 1997, and it took off from there.
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I keep noticing certain grammatical errors that need smoothing out, like long sentences lacking commas at certain points or too many "ands" in succession where commas suffice. Here are some issues:
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"They entered the cool dark aquarium. Mary was captivated by the exhibits; the sea turtles and stingrays swimming around and around in the giant ocean tank...," which needs to read "They entered the cool, dark aquarium." Another part should be "Mary was captivated by the exhibits:" since a colon signals for the reader a list or explanation follows; a semicolon cannot fill that, since both independent clauses must have similar or equal weight, nor can it be used for an explanation. Hyphenation still a smaller issue here, as one example should have been "the middle-aged man" that was behind Mary and high-fived her saying "good job, L.A."
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There were some odd, missed opportunities here: Mary finally gets Mexican food, but the story describes nothing about the experience; Alvin owns a wharf, yet does not dwell at Boston Harbor (why not?). Some of the odd insertions dealt with Mary quipping about eating the ice cream or a banana, or even at the restaurant: suddenly they're married and they speak more sordidly in public than they did in the previous 17 chapters and admonished each other to speak more decently in public. While the story explains Boston as the "hub of the universe," Alvin making a speech about her pussy is so incredibly...off the wall. It might have fit had they not already had tons of sex before marrying, because now he's admiring the prize in front of him and he's going to make up for lost time. They already discussed having children, so the story covered the subject several times. The things that really surprised me dealt with Alvin and Mary throwing out distasteful jabs about "if you can't keep up, I'll get you a wheelchair" (something like that) and Alvin saying "yep, I own another black one for funerals," and this is after Mary nearly broke down in a recent chapter, demanding Alvin not do anything to hurt himself/off himself prematurely? Since she felt that way previously, she should not joke about a wheelchair and he should not joke about a funeral. As for the honeymoon, it really stuck out they were ok with "staying in" when in every other chapter they've demonstrated great wanderlust, taking in as much as reasonably possible within the time they had, whether in Bar Harbor, Castine or Portland. They certainly weren't going to Boston after being worn out.
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Certainly, you nail describing cities in pretty good detail, and provide rich detail in most other areas (like especially when describing Maine). This draws Mary and Alvin as largely an adorable couple, but not quite in sync yet (which I thought they would be farther along with that by now). The odd timings and items that need fixing detract from how the narrative established their personalities. Can't rate higher than 3.
MelissaBabyalmost 5 years agoAuthorUltimateHomeBody: Singing Sweet Caroline has become a tradition at Fenway Park in recent years. As I understand it, the music guy played it because a friend had named their baby Caroline, and the fans liked it, so it just caught on and became a regular thing. It is sung at every Red Sox home game now.
UltimateHomeBodyalmost 5 years agoNot knowing baseball at all, why did the spectators sing a Neil Diamond song whilst the game was being played? It can only be a recent thing that started.
