index


Message-ID: <49099asstr$1094202602@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: Strickland83 <strickland83@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} After Fidel - Chapter 7
Lines: 1330
Date: Fri,  3 Sep 2004 05:10:02 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

  

Read my stories at: 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/strickland83/www 

also available at Stories Online

		
---------------------------------
Do you Yahoo!?
Yahoo! Mail - You care about security. So do we.
<1st attachment, "After Fidel - Chapter 7 ASSM.txt" begin>

Author: Strickland83
Title: After Fidel
Part: Chapter 7
Summary: Sometimes, a once in a lifetime opportunity comes along more
than once.  The question is - did she wait for him?
Keywords: MF, rom, cons, oral
Revision: 1.0

   Web Site: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/strickland83/www

   This story is the last chapter of After Fidel and is the conclusion of
The Cuba Stories, which began with the story Havana Club.

   This story is Copyright (c) 2004 by Strickland83.  All rights reserved.
Mark Douglas and Leah Coulter Douglas appear courtesy of Nick Scipio.  The
Summer Camp characters and universe are Copyright (c) 2002-2004 Nick
Scipio.



   After Fidel By Strickland83

   Chapter 7 - Celebration

   I had set an alarm for early Friday morning so we'd be awake and ready
when the movers arrived, but I didn't notice that I had set it for PM
instead of AM.  When we were woken up by the doorbell, I looked at the
clock and saw that we had overslept.  I told Felicita I'd join her in the
shower in a few minutes and quickly put on a t-shirt and shorts.  Sure
enough, it was the moving company, on time.

   I apologized for not being ready and the moving crew took it all in
stride.  The foreman said this happened all the time.  They asked if they
could start in the living room while we were getting ready.  I let them
come in and went back to the bathroom where Felicita was already in the
shower.  When I joined her, she asked, "The movers?" I nodded.  "I wanted
to make love this morning," she said sadly.

   "I'm sorry.  I messed up the alarm clock."

   "That's OK," she said as she turned to face me, smiling slyly.  "There
are other things we can do." She sank to her knees and took my semi-erect
dick in her hands.  It didn't take much for her to get me fully erect.  She
licked the head and gave little love bites with her lips to the shaft.  I
quickly started to moan and I was having a harder time standing up.  One of
her hands held my cock as the other slipped a little lower to fondle my
balls.  She took my length into her mouth, stroking my dick in and out. 
She even put her hands on my ass to encourage me to pump along with her.  I
put my hands on the back of her head to steady myself and hoped I didn't
slip.  I was trying to breathe deeply so the men working in the living room
wouldn't hear me cry out when I came.  I didn't last long with what her
tongue and mouth were doing to me.  What I didn't count on was losing my
balance.  I felt my feet start to slip but I didn't have the strength to do
much about it.  I kept one hand on her head and reached for the shower
curtain with the other.  I did manage a controlled slide against the back
of the tub instead of a fall, my legs going around Felicita and not hurting
her.  The shower curtain couldn't take my weight so it came crashing down
loudly.  My dick had been pulled out of her mouth and spurted on her chest
as I slid.

   Felicita was concerned that I was hurt.  When she saw the only injury
was to my pride, she started laughing and I joined in.  It was funny but it
would be embarrassing facing the movers again.  They surely heard and could
probably figure out what we had been up to.  I tried to put the shower
curtain back up but the rod was bent.  I managed to wedge it into place
enough to keep from wetting the entire bathroom while we finished
showering.

   Once I had the curtain more or less in position, I turned back to
Felicita.  She was standing now and pressed her body against mine to kiss
me.  When I felt her slick breasts pressed against my chest, I could think
of nothing but sex.  Our lips parted and I smiled at her.  "Your turn," I
said and knelt.  She looked down in surprise and pleasure as I gently
grabbed her by her thighs.  I pressed my face into the juncture, seeking
out her slit with my tongue.  She was very wet inside; she had probably
woken up horny and giving me a blowjob didn't do anything to lessen her
desire.  I sought out her clit, sucking on it and barely hearing her gasp
over the sound of the water.  I probed her hole with the middle finger of
my other hand.  Next I added my index finger and rotated my hand so I could
probe for her G-spot.  After all the noise I had made, there was no point
in giving her a quiet orgasm.

   "Chris, no!  The movers," she said when she felt my fingers contact her
spot.  Her words turned into a whine as my tongue and fingers started to
have the desired effect.  I was going for intensity instead of endurance.
She soon forgot about all else except for what I was doing between her
legs. She spread her legs as much as she could within the confines of the
bathtub and held onto my hair with both fists as she started to cum.  She
humped her groin against my mouth.  I sucked and probed and drove her over
the edge.  She called out loudly as she came.  Even if the sound of the
shower curtain falling didn't convince them, the movers now knew we were
having sex of some sort in the bathroom.  Felicita really let herself go,
cumming loudly in my mouth and around my fingers.  I didn't let up until I
felt her starting to fall.  I slid my juice-slick face up her stomach and
over her tits as I stood.  She pulled me to her as she kissed me hard.  I
felt her backside as our tongues dueled.  When we parted, she smiled.  "I
was kind of loud, yes?" she asked sheepishly.

   "Yes, you were.  I loved it, and they probably did as well."

   I saw her blush.  "How am I going to face those men now?"

   "Pretend nothing happened.  They won't ask.  Trust me."

   She looked quizzically at me and shook her head as she smiled.  "I think
we need to clean up now so we can get dressed." While we were washing each
other, Felicita posed a question.  I could tell she was a little shy about
asking it.  "At the party, the women talked about something that I didn't
understand.  They said I should ask you about it before Saturday.  What is
this 'Mile High Club'?"

   I laughed.  "Did they really say that?"

   "Yes, they also thought it was funny but no one would tell me why.  Is
this a place you want to take me before we leave?"

   "I'd love to take you there, but we have to wait until we're on the way
back to Cuba."

   "Christopher, please explain.  I don't understand." She was genuinely
curious and clearly wanted an answer.

   "There is a small bathroom on the airplane and the door locks from the
inside.  Sometimes, a man and a woman sneak into the bathroom together and
have sex in there."

   She thought about that for about five seconds before her eyes widened.
"With all those people around?"

   "Yes, with all those people around.  You have to be very quiet, and it
would not be good to be caught going in or coming out of the bathroom
together.  It's supposed to be fun, though."

   "Have you ever been to this Mile High Club?"

   "No, I'm not a member.  Would you like for us to join on the flight
tomorrow?"

   By now, I was turning off the water and she was reaching for the towels.
"I'll have to think about it.  How big is this airplane bathroom?"

   "Maybe as big as the shower.  I think you do it standing up.  It's
easier if you're wearing a dress or a skirt."

   "It might be fun.  I'll think about it," she said, smiling seductively.
"Now let's get dressed and see if we can go out there with any dignity
left."

   We got dressed and opened the bedroom door.  The front door was open and
some of the larger pieces of furniture were already missing.  I looked out
the door and saw the men putting my sofa into a large wooden crate.  I
walked over to talk to them.  They had the situation in hand so Felicita
and I went back inside to eat breakfast.  While we ate, the living room was
steadily emptied.  We organized some of my things to help the packing go
faster.  The crew worked until six o'clock that afternoon.  By that time,
they were about three-fourths finished.  We packed our suitcases and, just
before leaving, I looked around the apartment for the last time.  When I
saw my belongings again, it would be in Havana.  I would never stand in
this apartment again.  My life was so different now, and about to change
even more.  I called for a taxi to meet us at the office where we were
dropping off my car.  The taxi took us out towards Bush Intercontinental
Airport and we checked into the Hyatt Regency for the night.  We had dinner
at the hotel, much as we had done in Havana.  We turned in early but had no
intentions of going to sleep early.

   While we were at dinner, the bed had been turned down, the lights dimmed
and the radio set to play soft rock at a low volume.  Felicita changed into
a pink halter-top baby doll nightie, one of her new outfits, for bedtime
while I set out a few condoms on the nightstand.  I smiled when I realized
we would only be using condoms for two more nights.  When she came out of
the bedroom, she took my breath away.  I hadn't seen her wear this outfit
before.  Seeing my true love dressed for sex made me forget about
everything else.  I had started undressing while she was getting ready in
the bathroom.  When she came out, I was still in my underwear.

   "I see you like what I picked out for tonight," she said, almost in a
whisper, as she pointedly looked at the bulge my erection was making.

   "Oh, yes," I breathed.

   Felicita walked to me and cupped the bulge with her hand.  She gently
squeezed and made me moan.  I pressed my lips to hers and explored her open
mouth.  When I put my arms around her, I realized how sheer her pajamas
were.  I put one hand under the top that was essentially transparent and
reached inside the back of her panties with the other hand.  We moved to
the bed and lay down.  Her hand was now inside my underwear and my hand was
fondling her pussy inside her G-string panties.  I pulled away from her
succulent lips, grabbing each nipple in turn with my lips through the sheer
top as I moved over her breasts, on my way down to remove her panties.  I
ate her pussy until her moans told me she had cum.  I worked her top over
her head, with her help, and she was naked - a glorious sight.  She rolled
me over and removed my last piece of clothing, watching in delight as my
erection sprang upright, unencumbered at last.

   I was breathless as I watched her lick the drop of precum from the end
of my dick.  When her tongue made delicate contact, my head dropped back
onto the pillow.  I moaned loudly as I felt her taking me into her mouth.
She stopped before I came, but just barely.  She crawled over me and kissed
me, my dick trapped between our stomachs.  She sat up slowly, maintaining
eye contact with me as she reached for a condom.  She tore open the packet
and tossed it aside as she rolled the condom down over my shaft.  I was
still barely breathing as she lifted one leg over me until she was
straddling me on her knees.  She fumbled around with my dick in one hand
and her pussy lips in the other until things were aligned.  She lowered
herself, adjusting forward a little to facilitate the penetration, and she
impaled herself on my cock.  Her eyes never left mine.  She leaned forward
and kissed me.  My hands were all over her back, relishing in the feel of
her body.  Her tits were hanging over my chest, the nipples barely making a
brushing contact with me.  She lifted her bottom up, and then descended,
setting the rhythm of our coupling.  We moaned into each other's mouths as
she rode me.  I opened my eyes as I felt my orgasm imminent and she was
doing the same.  Recognizing the look on my face, she sat up.  Her left
hand held one breast and her right was rubbing the top of her pussy.  Her
eyes were starting to close in ecstasy.  I gripped her hips and thrust
vigorously into her, reaching the point of no return and cumming in her
pussy.  She cried out when she felt the sudden warmth through the condom;
we came together.

   When she caught her breath, she stayed atop me, looking at me and
smiling.  I was content to stare at her lovely nude figure as love songs
played softly on the radio in the background.

   She got off eventually.  My dick had softened and slipped out of her, my
cum leaking out of the upturned condom and wetting the sheet beneath me. 
We cuddled and she lazily stroked my dick, in time bringing me to another
erection.  A second condom was selected and she ended up on her back on the
edge of the bed with me standing in front of her, her legs resting on my
shoulders.  I came before her that time.  I guess it was the sight of her
splayed out in front of me.  As soon as I finished spurting, I pulled out
of her and dropped to my knees, sucking on her clit until she came in my
mouth.

   We managed a third time before she tired me out.  In the end, we moved
to the dry side of the king size bed and slept naked in each other's arms.

   Saturday morning arrived gently.  I had asked for a 7:00 wake-up call. I
had to slide across through the cold wet spot on the sheets to answer the
phone.  As I hung it up, she was waking up.  I took the last condom with me
when I joined her.  She smiled sleepily when she saw what I was holding. 
She spread her legs for me and, when I was ready, I entered her.  She was
still wet from the night before so my dick entered her easily.  She wrapped
arms and legs around me and we made love gently.  She cried out when she
came and I followed soon after.  We showered together and managed to avoid
destroying that shower curtain.

   I came out of the bathroom, drying my hair, to see her pinning her
plastic wings on a yellow dress.  "A dress, hmm?  What do you have in mind
for today?"

   Felicita turned around with a bright smile on her face.  "You never know
when a dress might come in handy on an airplane," she answered.

   We dressed and packed up our suitcases.  We had breakfast in the hotel
before taking the shuttle to the airport.  Our flight was for just after
11:00 so we arrived in plenty of time.  I was so proud, walking around the
airport with this beauty on my arm.  In time, we boarded our flight for
Miami.

   Once the seatbelt sign was turned off, Felicita turned to me and
whispered into my ear, "Can we join the club now?"

   I grinned.  "We have to wait until the stewardesses are busy.  They
mustn't see us go in there together." I discreetly ran my hand along her
leg and heard her sigh.  We had to wait a very long half hour until the
opportunity presented itself.  "Let's go," I said.  She looked at me, then
around the cabin.  She looked back with a big smile.  We got up and tried
to appear casual as we walked to the front of the plane, finding the galley
deserted.  The bathroom was between the galley and the cockpit so the door
couldn't be easily seen by the other passengers.  With a last look back, I
opened the door and gently pushed Felicita inside.

   I closed the door and locked it, causing the light to come one. 
"Remember to be quiet," I whispered.  "This will have to be quick so we
don't get caught." I was already undoing my pants.

   "This is so small.  How do we do it?"

   I looked around, working out the logistics in my head.  "Put your hands
on the lavatory and face the mirror." My pants and underwear were around my
knees and I was fitting the condom in place.  She complied, arching her
back and sticking her butt towards me.  I lifted her dress, finding a very
wet pair of satin panties.  I pulled her panties to one side as I guided my
dick to her hole.  She gasped as I started to penetrate her.  "Quiet," I
admonished her.  She was watching me in the mirror and I saw her nod.  She
wore an impish grin.  It took a little time in the cramped quarters to get
myself seated inside her pussy.  Once we were ready, I held on to her hips
and began thrusting against her.  There wasn't really enough room for her
to thrust back so she just stood there as I fucked her.  We looked at each
other in the mirror.  We were both smiling just from the thought of the
naughtiness of what we were doing.  I kept up the pace so I could cum
quickly before we got interrupted.  To help her along, I slid one hand
around to her front and inside her panties to play with her clit.  The
effects of my dick and my finger were quickly apparent in her reflection.
Whether from the novelty of the situation or the need to finish our covert
coupling quickly, she was moving as rapidly towards an orgasm as I was.

   I panicked when I recognized the look on her face as an impending
orgasm. She looked like she was going to cum really hard.  At the last
moment, she placed one hand over her mouth to muffle the sound, but her cry
was still audible.  I followed soon after as her pussy clenched around my
dick.

   We wasted no time after, disposing of the condom and wiping up her
pussy, then adjusting our clothes.  I listened at the door but couldn't
hear any sound over the usual background airplane noises.  The coast was
clear as far as I could tell.  I opened the door and stepped out.  My heart
pounded as I saw the smiling stewardess sitting in the jump seat.  She must
have seen the shocked look on my face because she whispered, "Newlyweds?"

   Felicita was coming out behind me.  I grabbed her left hand and held it
out so the stewardess could see her engagement ring.  The stewardess nodded
and added, "Welcome to the club."

   "Thank you," Felicita politely told her and I chuckled.  We returned to
our seats and she gripped my hand hard as the excitement of what we had
just done hit her.  The stewardess brought us two glasses of champagne a
few minutes later.  She didn't say anything but I knew what it was for.  I
thanked her for both of us.

   The rest of the trip was nowhere near as exciting as the first part had
been.  We changed planes in Miami.  It still seemed strange to be boarding
a flight for Havana while still in the United States.  The short hop was
over before we had even settled in.  The plane taxied to the blue arrival
terminal and we went inside to clear customs.

   Brian and Stacy were waiting for us, much to our surprise, when we
stepped onto the sidewalk.

   "Welcome back," Stacy said, cheery as ever.  "How was your trip?"

   "It was wonderful," Felicita told her.  "We joined the Mile High Club."

   Stacy gasped, I choked and Brian laughed whole-heartedly.

   "I thought at first she had misunderstood something, but the look on
Chris' face tells me she knows exactly what she is saying," Brian said as
he laughed.  "Come on, we have a car over here."

   "How did you know to meet us?" I asked.

   "Agnes called yesterday to tell me when you were arriving," Brian said.

   Yes, Agnes.  The mother hen, always taking care of me.

   We had eaten lunch in Miami, while waiting for the flight to Havana, so
we went directly to the hotel.  On the drive, Brian filled me in on what
had happened in the office while we were gone.  As I expected, he had kept
everything under control.  We told him about the trip to Houston and the
party that Ross and Kate gave for us.

   Felicita and I spent the rest of the day and Sunday looking for a place
to live.  I had crates arriving soon and I needed a place to put them.  We
were looking for an apartment but when I saw how small they were, as well
as the condition, I suggested we look for a house.  I wasn't planning to
leave any time soon so buying a house seemed like a good idea.  We looked
around and found a few that interested us.  We had a little time to decide
before my belongings arrived.  Felicita was thrilled at the prospect of
buying a house, something else she had never anticipated doing before.

   We went into the office on Monday, mostly to check on things.  As I
expected, Brian had kept the operation going smoothly and I would have no
qualms leaving him in charge while we were on our honeymoon.

   Monday night was the big event.  We had dinner alone at the hotel and
retired early to our room.  Felicita had now been taking birth control
pills for a week.  We undressed and made love for the first time without
condoms.  It was touching, gentle.  The sensations, especially for me, were
more intense.  When I came, it was Felicita who felt the difference.  My
sperm was shot into her pussy, not held back by latex this time.  She could
feel the sensation even more.  There also wasn't the need to withdraw
quickly and carefully.  When I did remove my softened dick from her pussy,
she sat up and saw the flow of my sperm leaking out of her.  She touched
the flow with a fingertip and gingerly tasted it, looking up at me and
smiling.  "Now we are truly one," she said.

   Tuesday and Wednesday were spent narrowing down our choices in houses.
By the end of the week, we had settled on one and were arranging the
purchase.  Felicita was also working feverishly on wedding preparations
with her mother and Stacy.  The arrangements were coming together and it
looked like the wedding would be on December 3 - the second weekend after
Thanksgiving.  Waiting until a week after the Thanksgiving holiday weekend
might allow some friends from the States a better chance at attending.  It
also fit well with her new cycle now that she was on the pill.  I was busy
on the Internet, looking at what Agnes had found for me.  I liked the
place, a small couples-only resort in the Pocono mountains of Pennsylvania.
They usually got their first snow of the season in late November.  We could
fly into Philadelphia and drive up.  If there was no snow, we could take
some time to drive further north so I could grant Felicita's wish to see
snow.  I contacted them and made reservations for December 4th to 17th.  I
was keeping it a surprise from Felicita but I told Brian about it.  I also
told Agnes and I'm sure Ross heard from her.

   The wedding dress was being made, and being kept a secret from me. 
Felicita had asked Stacy to be her Maid of Honor and I asked Brian to be my
Best Man.  A few of Felicita's cousins filled in the rest of the wedding
party.  True to his offer, Ross contacted me and insisted I allow him to
help out.  I didn't want Felicita's family to feel left out so Felicita and
I eventually visited her mother and discussed the offer with her.  We
decided to hold the wedding reception in the Hotel Nacional, where we had
spent so much time together, and let Ross pay for it.  Felicita's family
provided the flower decorations and a lot of the food, with the hotel
making up the balance.  Havana Club would flow like water, along with the
obligatory champagne.  The wedding ceremony itself would be at the church
of Jesus de Miramar on Fifth Avenue.  As well as being a beautiful church
and the largest church in Havana, it was where we had been attending mass.

   Plans were finalized around work.  Kate and Agnes shipped a box of
bridal magazines to Felicita.  The appointed date grew closer; the
excitement and anticipation weren't confined to just us.  It could be felt
all through the office.  About three weeks before the wedding, Brian and
Stacy came back from a long lunch.  I didn't care about them taking a long
lunch.  I knew them well enough that they were getting their work done. 
Still, I raised an eyebrow at Brian - to tease him - as I passed them in
the hall.  Then I saw the look on Stacy's face.  I knew something had
happened at lunch.  Something good.  Very good.  She caught my eye and her
left hand casually brushed back an errant lock of hair.  We were standing
in front of the big windows that faced the harbor, my back to the glass,
and I saw it.  A glint on her hand that hadn't been there that morning.  I
looked to Brian, who was now grinning like the Cheshire Cat and slowly
nodding.  I remembered his words from before our trip to Houston, "After
you get back from your honeymoon, I'm hoping to take one."

   I was happy almost beyond words for my friends, especially now because I
knew first hand what emotions they were feeling.  I swallowed the lump in
my throat and finally managed to speak.  "Did you tell -"

   She must have walked out into the hall behind me just then because Stacy
looked suddenly over my shoulder and called out, "Felicita!" She was
holding out her left hand and waggling her fingers in that universal
gesture newly engaged women seem to know to use.  I turned and saw my
beloved look confused as she walked closer.  Then, just as I had done, she
realized Stacy's finger was different now.  Her eyes opened wide and she
exclaimed, "Oh, wow!" The two women ran together and hugged.  The commotion
quickly alerted the entire office that something was up and a crowd formed.
I managed to pull Brian aside.

   "Congratulations, my friend.  Welcome to the club."

   "Thanks, Chris.  I've been planning it for a long time and it just
seemed right today."

   "Have you talked about when yet?"

   "No, she hasn't gotten past the crying and screaming stage yet." We both
laughed as we heard the collection of women screaming behind us.  "Sometime
after you two get back, though."

   "We're not going to get any work done this afternoon, so let's go
celebrate." I put my shoulder around Brian and led him back to the excited
crowd.

   I kept a few bottles of champagne in a little refrigerator in my office,
for special occasions like when we got a really big contract.  Or when
friends got engaged.  I opened a few and they were passed around.  We drank
champagne from paper cups.  It was a festive atmosphere, but paper just
doesn't clink like crystal.

   That was probably the only afternoon that we didn't spend talking about
our wedding.  When Felicita invited Brian and Stacy over to the house for
dinner, I expected them to want to be alone, but they accepted.  A small
group from the office also came along.  I had bought the house shortly
after getting back from Houston.  I also bought a car to replace the one
that had been sold in Houston.  The house was in Miramar, not far off Fifth
Avenue.  It was an old two story structure with a palm tree in the front
yard.  Felicita and I began furnishing it with what I had shipped down from
Texas and added things we bought locally as necessary.  The downstairs was
a fairly open floor plan, ideal for parties and that night was an impromptu
party.  We had a housekeeper and cook who took the sudden guests in stride.
She was a very pleasant older woman who took excellent care of the house
and of us.

   We walked in, guests in tow, and Felicita launched into rapid Spanish,
explaining to Margaretta the details of the evening.  We all took seats in
the living room.  Margaretta brought in a tray of glasses and Felicita
poured from a chilled bottle.  We visited into the night, heaping
congratulations on the happy couple.  After a wonderful meal, our guests
gradually drifted away, leaving the two of us alone.  Margaretta began
cleaning up as we bid her a goodnight and headed upstairs.  We were
undressing for bed and Felicita was still gushing on about Stacy.

   "You're so excited about Stacy and Brian that I think it might have
slipped your mind about our upcoming wedding," I jokingly told Felicita.

   "Not at all.  It's just excitement about their wedding as well.  You're
being silly, Christopher."

   "Yes, I am," I told her as I walked up behind her.  I wrapped my arms
around her, cupping her firm breasts with both hands.  I kissed her under
one ear in the way she loved.  Her head instinctively pressed against my
face.  I could feel her reaction as a shiver ran up her spine.  I heard the
hairbrush clatter to the top of her dressing table and her hands reached
back to clutch my thighs.

   "What would you like for me to wear to bed tonight?" she breathed.

   "Anything less than what you are wearing now," I answered, my words
muffled by her neck.

   She wiggled out of my grasp to get up and dig through her lingerie
drawer.  The outfit she selected caused me to raise my eyebrows.

   "I see you approve of my selection," she told me in a sexy tone of
voice.

   "I approve of my selection," I said, indicating her.

   She blushed and added, "I'll be right back."

   With that, she disappeared into the bathroom.  I changed into silk boxer
shorts and turned down the bed.  I was lying there being erect when the
door opened.  Felicita had a grin on her face, her brown hair highlighted
by the light behind her.  She was wearing a baby doll nightie, sans
panties. As she turned out the light and crawled into bed, she leaned over
me.  She told me as she kissed me, "Time to practice for our wedding
night."

   I had long ago gotten over worrying about whether Margaretta could hear
our moans from her quarters downstairs.  That was a good thing because we
were not quiet, announcing our passion to the dark street outside.  We made
love twice.  After the first time, Felicita told me, "That was acceptable
for a warm up.  Now show me what you can really do." I showed her.  I ate
her pussy until I was hard again, then I pushed her onto her stomach and
entered her pussy from behind.  She was facedown on the bed and I was
supporting myself with both hands on her ass.  She was pressed into the
sheets and the angle of my cock caused the head to press hard against her
G-spot with each stroke.  I was getting near my release when she gave a
desperate and concerned cry.

   "Chris, stop!  I think I need to pee!"

   "No, you don't.  Trust me," I urged as I fucked her harder.

   "NO, REALLY!  I'm going to wet the bed."

   "Trust me," I replied as calmly as I could, knowing what was coming
next.

   In the semidarkness, I saw her hands clutch at the sheets.  I felt her
pussy contract around my dick harder than ever before and she screamed out
a passionate cry.  The pulsing of her pussy around my dick, her cries and
the realization of what I had done to her sent me hurtling over the edge
and I added my wetness to hers.  As I finished emptying my cum into her
body, her cries dissolved into laughter.

   When she caught her breath, she pushed me off her and rolled over.  "You
made me wet the bed," she scolded.

   "No, I didn't.  You just experienced your first female ejaculation."

   There was silence as she thought about that.  "My what?"

   "When a woman's G-spot is stimulated while she is very excited, some
women ejaculate.  It feels a little like you are peeing, but you can't pee
when you are sexually excited.  It's impossible for a man or woman to pee
at that point.  It's how our bodies work."

   More stunned silence.

   I reached over and turned on the lamp on the nightstand.  There was a
wet spot on the bed where she had been on her stomach.  "Smell it.  It's
not pee and it's not my cum.  It's from your body." Her face was a mixture
of confusion and curiosity.  I leaned over and smelled it.  "Definitely not
urine." I pressed my finger into the spot, which was really wet, and then
tasted the wetness on my finger.  She watched, fascinated.  "Go on, taste
it.  It's not pee and not your lubrication." She thought a moment longer
before hesitatingly tasting it.  Her eyes lit up.

   "Now, wasn't that the most intense orgasm you have ever had?" I asked.
She nodded vigorously.  "Want to do it again?" She started to nod, then
shook her head.

   "I came so hard I think I'm going to be sore tomorrow.  Can we do that
tomorrow night?"

   "Sure," I said as I turned out the light and she cuddled up to me.

   "Thanks," she said in the darkness.  "I never knew my body could do
that."

   A few minutes later, Felicita spoke up again.  "I've been thinking,
about the reception.  I want to ask you about the song we will dance to. 
Our first dance as husband and wife."

   "What did you have in mind?" I asked, expecting a Cuban folk song.

   "That song we heard in Houston, about making love."

   I thought for a long time.  "Making love?" I couldn't figure out what
she was talking about.

   Her voice broke the silence of the dark room as she began singing,
"Tonight, I celebrate my love for you." Then, in a normal tone of voice,
"Do you remember it now?"

   I smiled even though she couldn't see me in the darkness.  "Yes, I
remember that one.  I like it too.  I think it would be perfect."

   Since so many of our staff were from the United States, I had arranged
for a turkey dinner for lunch on Thanksgiving.  I shut down the office and
everyone squeezed into my house, some in the living room and others in the
dining room.  We ate and drank a traditional feast like so many other
Americans were doing.  The Cubans working for us discovered they liked
these crazy American holidays.

   At last, the much anticipated week has arrived.  Friday of the week
after Thanksgiving was the rehearsal for the wedding.  I had given everyone
the day off as well because most of the staff was involved in the wedding
in some capacity.  I knew Ross and Kate were flying down for the wedding
that day.  I told them to call me from the hotel when they arrived and we
would meet them.

   We were at the house going over final preparations with Brian and Stacy
when the phone rang.  Margaretta answered it and announced it was for me.
It was Ross, calling from the Hotel Nacional.  I told him we'd be right
there.

   The four of us drove in my car to the hotel and parked in the front
along the palm-lined drive.  There was a crowd checking in when we walked
into the lobby.  I didn't recognize what was happening at first.  A woman
grabbed my sleeve.  I turned to look at her and it took me a moment to
focus.  The face was not one I was expecting to see in that place.

   "Agnes?" Suddenly, all the faces looked familiar.  There were laughs all
around.  Over the din, I asked, "How did you all get down here?"

   Agnes yelled back, "Ross chartered a plane so the whole office could
attend the wedding."

   Ross made his way to me and put his arm around me.  "I told you it would
be a party Havana wouldn't soon forget," he said.

   I didn't know if I wanted to laugh or cry.  I was going to have a family
filling my side of the church after all.  We had quite a reunion right
there in the lobby.  When things settled down and everybody got into their
rooms, Felicita and I took Ross, Kate and Agnes to see our home. 
Meanwhile, Brian and Stacy volunteered to show the rest of the crew around
Havana.

   Our friends were very impressed with our home and it was a delight
showing them around.  It was also a delight having them all there for the
wedding.  When I told them that, Kate said, "You know we all wanted to
share the special day with you.  Besides, how often does a partner get
married?"

   "I just can't believe you chartered a plane," I told Ross.

   He just grinned and said, "Business expense." To my astonished reaction,
he explained, "I thought it would be good to give everyone a chance to see
the office they have been killing themselves to support for the last six
months.  Call it a company meeting."

   "In Cuba," I deadpanned.

   "In Cuba," he repeated.  We laughed at the audacity of it all.

   That evening, the wedding party met at the church of Jesus de Miramar to
practice for the wedding.  I felt a lump in my throat as Felicita walked
down the aisle on the arm of her limping grandfather.  I wasn't nervous, I
was happy almost to the point of tears.  Later we gave a dinner for
everyone at the Hotel Nacional.  After dinner, the group separated.  The
men went one way for my bachelor party and the women led Felicita off to a
bachelorette party.  As we were each led away, I looked over my shoulder at
Felicita, wishing I could spend this night with her instead.  She looked
back at me, mouthing, "Have fun.  I love you."

   Saturday morning dawned bright and clear.  Agnes and Kate had insisted
that, even though we had been living together, Felicita and I must not
spend the night before our wedding sleeping together.  I let her have the
house (with Stacy and some of the other bridesmaids) while I stayed with
Brian.  The wedding was set for early afternoon so we had time to recover
from the revelry of the night before.  We sat in Brian's living room,
drinking orange juice and talking.  I pointed out that this day was a dress
rehearsal for his upcoming nuptials.  He smiled and said, "I can't wait."

   We met Ross and went to Pan.Com for lunch, at my suggestion.  After we
ate, it was time to get dressed.  When we were putting on our tuxedos,
Brian cracked that we looked like a convention of undertakers.  He drove us
down to the church.  As I entered the front door of the church, I looked up
at the carving of Jesus.  His hands were folded and he had a peaceful look
on his face.  The inscription below his image proclaimed "Venid Y Adoremos
Al Se�or".  I was coming to adore my beloved, and through that love to get
a better appreciation of the love of God.

   The wooden doors creaked open and I stepped into the marble interior. 
The lights were already on and a few of the guests were already seated. 
Brian and I were fitted with our boutonni�res and shooed off to the front
of the church.  The rest of the groomsmen were waiting for us in a small
room to the right of the altar.  The photographer took pictures of us
before leaving to capture the arrival of Felicita.  In the distance, I
could hear a soloist in the choir loft entertaining the guests.

   I looked to my friends and said, "I never thought this day would ever
come." My voice cracked with emotion.  Brian put his arm around me.  "You
have both overcome a lot to get here.  I'm honored to be asked to share it
with you."

   It was finally time for us to go out into the front of the church.  We
walked out to the strains of music and took our place.  Agnes was seated in
the first pew, next to Ross and Kate.  I smiled at them and tried not to
cry with joy.  I nodded to my other friends, and to Felicita's family.  Her
mother was being escorted down the aisle to her place of honor.

   I thought back over the time I had known Felicita, to how we had met.  I
was shaken from these thoughts by a few forceful notes from the organ.  The
processional was beginning.  The parade of bridesmaids proceeded up the
aisle.  One by one, groomsmen stepped forward and we all shuffled forward
towards the aisle.  Before long, only Brian and I were left.  Stacy
appeared at the door and we all watched as she walked slowly up the aisle,
her engagement ring twinkling on her finger.  She took Brian's arm and I
watched them join the rest of the wedding party on the altar.

   The strains of Trumpet Voluntary grabbed my attention.  I looked to the
back of the church, hearing our guests stand A few gasped or sighed as
Felicita and her grandfather moved to the center of the doorway.  In her
dress, she was a vision of loveliness, an angel.  A goddess.  If I would
have had any doubts as to my intentions, which I didn't, those doubts would
have been bashed at that instant.  I was so in love with her that I
couldn't imagine wanting anything else at that moment than to be her
husband.  They moved forward, her grandfather looking prouder than I had
ever seen him look.  Even his limp seemed to disappear as he escorted his
beautiful granddaughter up the aisle.  I felt tears running down my cheeks
but I didn't care.  Agnes noticed as she turned to look at me.  She leaned
forward and dabbed at my face with her handkerchief but I only replaced
those tears with more.  I was mesmerized by the vision of beauty walking
towards me.  I saw the same look of love in her face when she was finally
able to see me.  Even through her veil, I could see her expression change.
It wasn't so much a smile as a look of immense satisfaction.

   At last, my bride had reached me.  They stopped and her grandfather
lifted her veil to give her the traditional kiss.  I could see that she was
also crying tears of joy.  He replaced the veil and turned to shake my
hand. His grasp was firm as he offered his granddaughter to me.  He patted
me on the arm before taking my hand in his right hand and Felicita's in his
left.  He joined our hands as a sign of our union.  I felt her warm touch
in every pore of my body.  If I could sigh in happiness from head to toe,
that is what I did at that moment.  She was looking at me through her veil
and it appeared she was feeling the same thing.  We smiled at each other.
Turning together, we stepped up onto the altar to stand before the waiting
priest.  I felt so humble standing before that magnificent altar, which
itself looked like the front of a cathedral, holding Felicita's hand.

   I don't think I remember a lot of what the priest said.  My attention
was on Felicita at my side.  I was there, but my thoughts were of her. 
When it came time for our vows, I was more than ready to pledge my life to
her.

   We had written our own vows.  We recited them in Spanish and then in
English for the benefit of our guests and family.  Well, that was the plan.
When it came time for me to say mine in English, something caught hold of
my heart and I ad-libbed my part.

   "Felicita," I began, looking into her eyes as I held her hand.  She
looked expectantly, waiting for me to say the words we had rehearsed. 
"When I met you, I learned for the first time what love really meant, what
it really meant to be in love with another person." Her expression changed
as she wondered what I was up to.  When she realized what I was saying, I
could see in her expression the love she felt for me.  "When I was apart
from you, I felt incomplete.  A part of me was empty inside, hollow.  When
I found you again, that place was filled with a warm happy feeling.  It was
the feeling of love.  I don't ever want to feel empty like that again.  I
promise to be with you always, for the rest of my life." Then I finished
with the words I was supposed to say, the words I had already spoken in
Spanish.  "Felicita, I take you to be my wife.  I promise to love you and
honor you all the days of my life."

   When I finished speaking my vows, Felicita lifted her other hand to my
cheek and leaned forward to kiss me, even though the veil still covered her
face.

   "Ah, ah.  Not yet," the priest admonished her.  Laughter rippled through
the church.  Only I could see her blush as she smiled at me.

   When the priest finally uttered the words giving me permission to kiss
my bride, Felicita and I turned to each other.  I reached out with
trembling hands and lifted the veil, seeing her lovely face, even though
tear-streaked.  To be honest, my face was also streaked with tears.  I
gently lifted the veil over her head, laying it back over her hair.  Next I
put one hand on her cheek and the other arm around her waist.  I leaned my
face to hers and, closing my eyes, pressed my lips to hers.  I heard her
make a small, almost silent, moan as we kissed.  When we parted and I
opened my eyes, I saw a tiny smile on the priest's face.  I think he had
also heard her moan.

   The priest motioned us to face the congregation as he introduced us as
husband and wife to them.  Applause rang out through the church.  The organ
started up again and, taking my wife by the hand, I started down the aisle.
Neither of us could have smiled any broader at that moment.  I felt hands
on my shoulder as we went past our friends and family, but I was too caught
up in the moment to recognize many of the faces.

   Outside the church, we posed for a photograph before getting in the
limousine to head for the hotel.  On the way, we held hands and looked into
each other's eyes.

   "I didn't know what you were up to when you said your vows," my new wife
said to me.

   "Sorry, I kind of -"

   She pressed her finger to my lips.  "I loved it," she told me.  "You
were speaking from your heart.  That was the most romantic moment of the
entire ceremony."

   When we arrived at the Hotel Nacional, it was reminiscent of the night
we got engaged.  The staff greeted us at the door to escort us to the
ballroom where our guests were waiting.  There were seemingly endless
photographs to be taken.  Eventually, it was time to dance.  I led my wife
to the middle of the room.

   Roberta Flack's voice started singing as the recording played and we
started moving.  Yes, it was a night we celebrated our love, the most
special of many such nights.  I held her to me, lost in love.  In that
moment, we were not surrounded by people, we were all alone.  It was just
the two of us, in love.  All too soon, the song ended and there was a tap
on my shoulder.  I looked up to see Ross.

   "May I dance with your bride?" he asked.

   "It will break my heart to turn her loose for even a moment, but I think
we both owe it to you," I answered as I passed her lovely hand, now wearing
a shiny wedding band next to her engagement ring, to Ross.

   I turned to see Agnes waiting for me.  I took her hand and we danced.  I
was dancing with the woman who was like my mother, but I was watching
Felicita over Agnes' shoulder.

   Next, I danced with Felicita's mother while Felicita danced with her
grandfather.  He was really enjoying the day and was moving around better
than I had ever seen him move.

   The wedding party joined in, and then all the guests did as our
celebration expanded to include everyone in the room.  The usual wedding
reception festivities followed.  Felicita's garter was, of course, from
Victoria's Secret.  She would have it no other way.  While I was removing
it, she whispered in my ear that the garter was not the only thing new she
was wearing from Victoria's Secret.

   After all the waiting to get to this point in our lives, the reception
seemed to end all too soon.  We planned to spend the wedding night at home
before catching a flight out in the morning.  We had talked about spending
the evening at the Hotel Nacional but decided instead to give Margaretta
the night off.  We would have more privacy at home as most of our guests
were staying at the hotel.  It was a tearful goodbye because we knew we
wouldn't be seeing the guests from Houston for a long time.  They would be
returning home on Monday.

   As we were leaving, Felicita's mother told me to give her daughter "a
happy life", a promise I readily agreed to.  She kissed her mother and
grandfather goodbye and I did the same to Agnes and Kate.  I reached to
shake Ross's hand but he looked at my hand and said, "A handshake just
won't do this time." We hugged as a father and son would on such an
occasion.  Then Felicita and I crossed the lobby with guests in tow to walk
down the marble steps to the waiting limousine.  Amid a flurry of rice, we
got in the car and were driven off into the night.

   We arrived at the house, surprised to find all the lights on. 
Margaretta was waiting for us but quickly explained she would be leaving
once we were settled in for the night.  She was intent on taking care of
any last minute needs we might have.  We thanked her and sent her on her
way.  As we climbed the stairs, she turned out the downstairs lights and
left.  The bedroom was her surprise to us.  The room was decorated with
those Viva Cuba Libre balloons, the bed adorned with white lace linens and
a bottle of champagne was iced down next to the bed.  A new wedding night
outfit for Felicita was laid out on the bed, though nothing was there for
me to wear.

   "All these things are a wedding present from the women in your office.
They brought all this with them.  I'm wearing the rest of the present. 
Would you like to unwrap it now?"

   I smiled broadly at my wife.  She turned around so I could unbutton her
dress.  She turned to face me when I finally finished undoing all those
tiny buttons; she was holding the top of her dress against her breasts.  As
she looked deeply into my eyes, she lowered the front of her dress.  It
fell off her body, pooling around her on the floor.  I was surprised she
had the courage to wear such lingerie to church.  The satin and lace bra
hid practically nothing once her dress was gone.  Her panties were almost
nonexistent and a tiny garter belt held up the tops of her sheer white
stockings.  She stood there, enjoying how I was adoring her body.

   "I wore this for my husband to discover," she said quietly.

   "I love it.  I can't believe you wore it to the wedding, but I love it."

   She giggled.  "I can't believe I did it, either.  When I opened the box
last night at my party, I blushed.  Your friends brought many things for us
to enjoy on our honeymoon.  They called it the 'Bridal Collection'."

   I took her in my arms, feeling lots of warm flesh as I kissed her.  I
finished helping her out of her wedding dress and she hung it up.  I loved
watching her prance around the room dressed in white satin and lace.  Next
she helped me out of my tuxedo.  When she removed my underwear, my cock
sprung up in greeting.

   "Well, hello," she told my dick with a giggle.  "I was wondering when
I'd get to see you." She knelt and took me in her mouth, making me moan
loudly.  She stood and removed what little underwear she was wearing.  "The
rest of my present is things for me to wear to bed," she told me as she put
on the barely there nightgown.  "They told me this is for you to enjoy as
well.  They didn't get you anything to wear." She was smiling demurely as
she told me that.  For my part, as I watched her change my hard-on bobbed
with my heartbeat.

   When she was ready, I took a deep breath and swallowed hard.  Then I
spoke, a weak croaking voice.  "I can't believe you're really mine."

   "I am, Christopher.  I am yours forever." Then, with a more concerned
but still playful tone, "It sounds like you need something to drink.  Why
don't you open the champagne." She slid onto the bed and sighed as she lay
back on the crisp new sheets, letting her legs splay open.  I could see the
dark outline of her bush through the almost transparent panties.  I was
having trouble opening the champagne because I was paying so much attention
to her.  My hands were practically trembling.  Felicita laughed. 
"Perhaps," she told me, "you should pay more attention to the bottle than
to me or you might drop the bottle on your foot." She picked up the two
glasses and held them out.  I nodded, looking down at the bottle and
finally removing the cork without too much of a pop.  I poured a glass for
each of us and put the bottle back into the ice bucket.  I joined her on
the bed and she handed me a glass.  We were sitting cross-legged, facing
each other.  She leaned forward and intertwined her arm through mine.  I
noticed the glasses, which had been engraved with our names and the date,
were also decorated with white netting and a white satin bow.

   "They did all this?" I asked.

   She just nodded and clinked her glass to mine.  "To a lifetime of
happiness," she said.

   "Starting tonight," I agreed and we drank.

   I was thirsty, but didn't want to drink too much.  I wanted to
concentrate on the festivities yet to come that night.  She seemed to have
the same idea as we set our glasses down and reclined, now in each other's
arms.  The lights were on and I was running my hand down her side, feeling
a lot more skin than fabric.  I moved her onto her back and, leaning over
her, started kissing her at her temples.  I moved to her eyelids where I
planted the lightest of butterfly kisses, then lower to her mouth.  Our
tongues dueled, but only for a moment.  I moved lower, removing her top to
kiss each nipple.  It was a struggle to undress her while she was lying
down, but she helped.  When I could finally tear myself away from her
hardened nipples, I continued my quest downward.  I worked her panties down
her legs and licked my way back up her legs as I alternated from the inside
of one thigh to the inside of the other.  Reaching the apex, I could smell
as well as see the level of her arousal.  I looked up to her eyes as the
tip of my tongue reached out to make contact.  She had stacked the pillows
under her head so she could watch me.  She writhed beneath the touch of my
tongue as I explored her most delicate regions.  Her succulent pussy
welcomed me with the gift of her special juices, which I eagerly accepted.
She received her first orgasm as a married woman from just my tongue.  When
she was finished cumming, I crawled up her body, enjoying the sensation as
our nude forms slid against each other.  As my dick made contact with her
pussy lips, I kissed her other lips.  She wrapped her legs around the backs
of mine, holding me tight.

   She ended the kiss to look directly into my eyes.  Her eyes sparkled,
either with love, mischief or both, as she said, "Take me, my husband." I
felt her legs moving off mine and spreading far apart.  I took the hint and
moved up onto my knees.  My dick was ready to play its part in the wedding
ritual, standing at attention.  I already knew her pussy was amply
lubricated.  I took my dick in my right hand and guided it to her wet slit,
moving the head up and down to spread her juices.  She was trying to move
her bottom around to increase the friction.  I moved my dick down to the
bottom of her pussy, pressing the crown against her opening, and looked
directly at her.

   "I love you, my wife," I said.  She started to answer but drew in a
sharp breath instead as I entered her, not stopping until I was fully
seated.  I felt my balls against her ass and her hair against mine.  We
both smiled as I stroked a few times before leaning forward onto her.  Her
nipples were as hard as pebbles as I pressed my chest against them.  We
moaned into each other's mouths as we made love.  As much as I wanted this
first time to last a long time, the events of the day and the evening were
overwhelming me with love and I felt myself cumming all too soon.  She
cooed when she felt it and held me tighter.

   I was about to feel disappointed and apologize when I realized my dick
wasn't getting soft.  I was still as hard as ever, even though I had just
cum.  This had never happened to me before, but I wasn't about to waste the
opportunity.  I began thrusting vigorously again, much to Felicita's
surprise and pleasure.  She came quickly afterward, then three more times
before I finally had my second orgasm of the night, deep inside her body.
When I finished, she said simply, "Wow." After she caught her breath, she
asked, "How did you do that?"

   "I really don't know.  It's never happened before like that.  I guess
I'm just so in love with you that my cock wanted to keep going."

   I did get soft after that orgasm, and it took a while before I could get
it up again for the next performance.  We engaged in all manners of
foreplay while waiting, taking delight in giving and receiving pleasure. 
She even tried dipping my dick into champagne and sucking it off.  She said
licking the sparkling bubbles from my dick felt funny.

   After a few more orgasms on my part and several more on hers, we finally
fell into an exhausted sleep well after midnight.  We might have tried to
keep going until sunrise but we had a plane to catch in the morning. 
Fortunately, I had been able to schedule a late morning flight.  We woke up
and made love before getting out of bed.  There is something really special
about starting the day with sex.

   We took a shower together and dressed.  She finally asked where we were
going on our honeymoon but I told her it was a secret.  She accepted that
but I could tell she was getting curious.  I had arranged for the limousine
to pick us up and take us to Jose Marti.

   By now, more direct flights were available to the United States.  When
we checked in for the flight at the airport, the agent asked if we were
newlyweds.  Felicita eagerly told her that we were.  She said that she
could tell.  Pausing a moment and then looking at her screen, she told us
that the airline had a wedding present for us.  "First class isn't very
full today so I'm upgrading your tickets through -"

   My raised hand stopped her.  "Our final destination is still a secret
for my wife," I explained.  She looked at the screen again and thought for
a moment.

   "Are you driving when you arrive?" she asked me.

   I nodded.  She smiled as she figured out our final destination.  The
suspense was killing Felicita, but she was also enjoying the anticipation.

   "North?" the agent asked.

   I nodded again.

   She looked directly at Felicita then and said, "You will positively love
what he has planned.  I've been there with my husband."

   Felicita thanked her, antsy now that everyone else seemed to know where
we were going.

   We went through emigration and waited at the gate for a plane to
Atlanta. The name didn't mean anything to Felicita because she wasn't very
familiar with the geography of the United States.  She was more relaxed
with this takeoff from Havana than her last one.  We settled in for the
flight to Atlanta, holding on to each other tightly and sharing soft
kisses.

   In Atlanta, we had to change planes.  We were walking along the
concourse when I heard someone going in the other direction call our names.
We stopped and turned around, coming face to face with Leah Coulter.

   "Mrs.  Coulter!" Felicita said.

   I saw the man she was with stiffen slightly.  It was almost
unnoticeable, but it was obvious to me he didn't like people calling her by
her maiden name.  Leah seemed aware of this and smoothed it over by saying,
"Felicita, Christoper, allow me to present my husband, Mark Douglas."

   I shook hands with Mark as Leah explained to him that I was the Voice of
the Battle of Havana.  Now it was my turn to bristle.  I hated when people
called me that.  I guess Mark hated it when people call his wife Leah
Coulter.

   "Where are you going?  Leah asked Felicita.

   "We're on our honeymoon," Felicita beamed, holding up her wedding ring.
"I don't know where we're going.  My husband won't tell me yet," she
explained as she looked at me.

   "It's fun introducing him that way, isn't it?" Leah asked and Felicita
nodded vigorously.  "When were you married?" she asked.

   "Yesterday afternoon," I answered.  "In Havana."

   "That's where we're headed," Mark said.  "Leah's been telling me about
it so we took some time off for her to show it to me.  It's hard getting
her to take vacations."

   "I'm sure," I replied.  "We need to catch our plane.  It was nice seeing
you again, Leah, and nice meeting you, Mark.  Have a nice stay in Cuba."

   "Same here.  Enjoy your honeymoon," Leah said.

   As we turned to leave, I noticed Leah pulling her cell phone out of her
purse.

   "That poor woman is always working," I commented as we walked away.

   We checked in for our next flight.  With a naughty smile on her face,
Felicita looked at the sign over the desk and slyly asked the gate
attendant, "Where is Philadelphia?"

   The startled agent replied, "Don't you know?  That's where you're
going."

   "It's our honeymoon.  It's a surprise." I explained.

   "Oh.  That's why the upgrade.  Are you staying in the city?"

   "No, we're driving into the Poconos," I told the agent.

   He smiled.  "You'll love it," he told Felicita.

   "That's what I keep hearing.  I just don't know where it is."

   "You'll see soon," he told her as he smiled at us.

   Before long, we were in the air again, heading north.  Felicita, looking
out her window seat, soon saw mountains passing below us.  She might not
know U.  S geography, but she knew what mountains in the north in winter
meant.  She turned to me, her eyes bright, and asked, "Christopher, did you
take me here to see snow?"

   I grinned and she knew the answer to her question.  She put her arms
around my neck.  "There should be snow by now where we are going, but there
hasn't been any yet.  The weather forecast shows snow in a few days.  I
hope we get it, but if we don't, I'm going to drive you further north until
we find it," I promised her.

   "Tell me more about where we are going, please?" she pleaded.  It was
uncharacteristic for her not to be more patient.  She had been exceedingly
patient up to now, so I relented.  I told her about the couples-only resort
we were going to.  I explained how the Pocono Mountains were known as a
popular honeymoon destination and that we were going to drive there from
the Philadelphia airport.  I described the resort where we had
reservations. Such a place was beyond Feliclta's comprehension.  Once
again, I was describing things she wouldn't have even imagined a short time
ago.

   We landed in Philadelphia and picked up our rental car.  The Hertz
NeverLost expertly guided us to our destination.  I felt better having the
navigation system because it would be dark before we got to the resort. 
Most of the drive would be on the Pennsylvania Turnpike, but some parts
would be more difficult to navigate.

   When we got to the tollbooth around Norristown, Felicita was amazed to
encounter a road that we had to pay to drive on.  I took my ticket from the
automated machine and drove onto the Pennsylvania Turnpike as I smiled at
her surprise.  Approaching Allentown, she gasped as the first mountain
appeared.  She had seen them from the plane earlier, but she commented how
they looked so much bigger from the ground.  She also pointed out the
roller coasters along the way and wondered aloud if there was another
AstroWorld here.  I paid the $2.45 toll at the Mount Pocono exit as she
again shook her head in disbelief at the concept of toll roads.

   We pulled up to the resort about six o'clock, tired but happy.  Felicita
had really enjoyed the drive and the terrain.  This was very different from
anything she had seen growing up in central Cuba.  The cold was also very
new to her.  She kept wrapped up in the coat I had sent down from Houston
for her.  She had never experienced temperatures much below 60 degrees
before.

   We were escorted to our cabin up on Skytop Drive.  Our escort suggested
that we unpack later because dinner was about to be served.  When we got
back to the cabin after dinner, I wanted to check the weather forecast to
see if the chance for snow had improved for the week.  When I turned on the
TV, it was on CNN Headline News.  It was just before the hour and the
newscaster was summing up the stories.  Then, his tone changed.

   "Headline News has learned that the person who has become known as the
Voice of the Battle of Havana ..." he began.

   I wondered if that moniker would ever die.  I couldn't seem to get away
from the image I had acquired.

   The newscaster continued, "...  were married yesterday in Havana and are
now honeymooning somewhere in the United States.  Christopher and Felicita,
wherever you are tonight, the entire CNN family wishes that you find
happiness, love and smiles.  We'll be back after this break with our top
stories.  Around the world in thirty minutes, this is CNN Headline News."

   I was still staring in disbelief at the screen when Felicita broke the
silence.  "How did they know?"

   I turned to her.  "I have no idea.  There is no way they could have
known.  There was no one at the wedding from CN-" Then it occurred to me. I
remembered seeing Leah walking off in the airport, dialing her cell phone.
She must have done it.  "Leah Coutler, I mean Douglas.  I saw her making a
phone call when we walked off to catch our plane."

   Felicita just chuckled.  She put her arms around me, hugged my shoulder,
and sighed, "I love my famous husband."

   We made love in the large king size bed after I built a fire in the
fireplace.  Over the next two days, we found plenty of happiness, love and
smiles.  We spent a lot of time in bed and in the heart-shaped bathtub,
though we did get to spend some time exploring the mountains.

   ------------------------------

   "So that's our story of how we met," I concluded, leaning back in my
chair and taking a last sip of the Havana Club.  Around me, the others were
still giving me their attention.  One by one, they started relaxing in
their seats, having been listening eagerly for the last hour.

   "You're quite a story teller," the redhead from Georgia said.  "You
should write a book."

   "Thanks for sharing that with us.  Your story is so sweet, and erotic,"
Harold's wife added.

   "Yes, very good," another agreed.

   "Suspense, intrigue, an excellent story.  I remember the stuff about
Cuba on the news, but I had no idea of your story going on behind the
scenes.  It was riveting," said the impatient blonde from New York.

   "So whose story will it be tomorrow?" I asked.  I was eager to hear the
other couples tell their stories.

   "I'm not sure I can compete with your story," was the comment by the
impatient blonde's husband.

   "No competition, just friends swapping stories." I felt Felicita's touch
on my arm and understood the message.  "It's time for us to go.  It's our
honeymoon, you know." I grinned when I said that last part.  We were all on
our honeymoons, except for George.  He still had to clear our table. 
"George, thanks for letting us finish.  We're sorry we kept you so late."

   "Not at all," George told me.  "Thank you for letting me listen in. 
That was an incredible story."

   With that, we all got up.  George had thoughtfully alerted the driver
who was drinking coffee in the bar.  He got up and, by the time we made it
to the door, he had the engine running in the van, the door open, and the
little stool set out to help us climb aboard.  By now, the snow was
covering the ground.  The others got in the van but Felicita and I headed
for the trail through the woods.

   "Aren't you coming?" the redhead called.  "You're going up to Skytop
Drive like us, right?"

   I looked at Felicita, saw the expression on her face, and replied, "No,
thanks.  We're going to walk.  We came here for the snow."

   "It's cold tonight, sir," the driver cautioned.

   "She'll keep me warm," I told him, putting my arm around my wife.  With
that, we headed up the trail, but not before Felicita stooped down to scoop
up some snow.  She held it curiously in one hand, touching it with her
other hand.  She giggled at its softness.  She also tried catching a few
flakes on her tongue.  Once the van rounded a turn, its sound was cut off.
With the snowfall, all sound was absorbed and we walked in that delicate
silence you only find with fresh snow.  The walk through the woods was a
delight to behold.  Streetlights from time to time gave us enough light to
see by and we were soon at our cabin on the top of the hill.  We stamped
our feet on the wood platform outside the door, then went inside and
removed our shoes at the door so we wouldn't get the carpet wet.

   Upstairs, I got a fire going using Duraflame logs while Felicita changed
into another of her bachelorette gifts.  I undressed and joined her under
the covers as the flickering of the fire lit the room.  Before long, we
were both naked and breathing heavily.  Making love by firelight is so
romantic.  Later, when we were both satisfied, she cuddled up to me under
the blanket.  I looked up and saw the moon had appeared from an opening in
the clouds.  Through the clerestory window over the bed, we watched
snowflakes falling as we drifted to sleep.  My last thought, as I felt
Felicita's body against me, was that I felt completely happy.  I felt safe
and secure in the knowledge that she was sleeping by my side, and that she
would be by my side tomorrow night, and the night after that, and the night
after that... .







   The End



   Epilogue

   And The Cuba Stories come to an end.  It is a tale that stretches from
Houston to Cancun, to Havana, and even to the Florida Keys and the Pocono
Mountains.  We leave our lovers now to their much deserved rest.  Thank you
for following the story for this long.  When I started it, I planned for
the story to end with Havana Club, in the Florida Keys.  There were
numerous requests for a happy ending for our friends, but I knew I couldn't
give them a happy ending inside the timeframe of Havana Club, so After
Fidel was born.  Now, over 137,000 words later, the tale is complete.  I
hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

   Before I go, I'd like to acknowledge some friends who gave the help that
made it possible for me to write this story.  First, my proofreader, Terry
Steyaert, who checked every word and kept me from publishing countless
stupid mistakes.  Next, MrSpock, who edited most of the story.  When he was
unavailable, Alexis Siefert graciously stepped in.  They both taught me
many things and made me a better writer in the process.  Another great
contribution was made by Nick Scipio.  Nick encouraged me, advised me, and
even loaned me his precious characters from the Summer Camp books.  I am
most grateful for the things he has given me.  I would not be writing what
I am writing today without Nick's influence and assistance.  Another good
friend who helped behind the scenes is St.  George.  He helped refresh my
memory of the Ponoco Mountains, contacted the local television station and
provided weather information and the scenery along the roads today.  There
were a few inadvertent contributions from CNN and the news department of
WNEP television.  They answered questions on websites and over the
telephone about what goes on during a breaking news event.  The beautiful
Hotel Nacional de Cuba served as a setting for most of the story.  All of
the places in the story exist, and I encourage you to visit them if you are
ever able.

   Strickland83 August, 2004

   This story is Copyright (c) 2004 by Strickland83.  All rights reserved.
Mark Douglas and Leah Coulter Douglas appear courtesy of Nick Scipio.  The
Summer Camp characters and universe are Copyright (c) 2002-2004 Nick
Scipio.

	----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------
	This post has been reformatted by ASSTR's
	Smart Text Enhancement Processor (STEP)
	system due to inadequate formatting.
	----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------

	
<1st attachment end>


----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------
Notice: This post has been modified from its original
format.  The post was sent as an email attachment and
has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software.
----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+