A Wish Upon A Christmas Star

A Wish Upon A Christmas Star

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

This last year has been hard on Savannah Sanderson. Much was lost, but on Christmas Eve, she learns that miracles still can happen.

Summary

This last year has been hard on Savannah Sanderson. Much was lost, but on Christmas Eve, she learns that miracles still can happen.

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Submitted: December 03, 2018

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Submitted: December 03, 2018

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A Wish Upon A Christmas Star

 

This last year landed me in utter swill.  At the heights I lingered, the fall was bound to hurt.  It did; a hell of a lot.  As I tumbled head over feet, all was lost.  Perhaps my sanity abandoned me.  Rock bottom despair drove me to the emergency room more than once, too. 

Suicide watch, they whispered with their pitying looks. 

Oh, how selfish! 

She’s crazy!

Mind your business! I wanted to scream. 

No one understood what I endured to make it through a day.  No one really cared.  All those so-called friends drifted away.  They never phoned, texted, or stopped by to visit me anymore.  I didn’t blame them.  They moved on with their lives while I couldn’t.

“Oh, Hal,” I whispered with tears trailing down my frigid cheeks, “I miss you.”

The wind howled through the trees and rustled the dead leaves off their branches.  They looked as vacant as I felt.  Picking up the dead flowers and depositing them into a grocery plastic bag, I placed down the new.  I lowered to one knee while rubbing my hands together and blew my hot breath over them.  There wasn’t a week I failed to visit and place new flowers on Hal Sanderson's cemetery plot. 

My loving husband of fifteen years was lost to me.  It still had yet to sink in.  When it did, I could not bear the tide of pain crashing upon me.  I drowned in sorrow.  Instead, I preferred to retreat into the heart of a dream where Hal lived and had never left me.  When I finally woke to a new day though, it was as if I lost him all over again. 

Hal gave me such a sweet life.  We often traveled on a whim.  Spain was our favorite country to visit.  So rich in culture, delicious food and wines, and full of history of conquests and physical remnants of that past.  My favorite places to visit were the castles that reminded me of the fairytale I lived all because of Hal, my gallant prince.

In honesty, I loved any place where I could be snuggled under my husband.  He had been over six feet tall, and a bit stocky in the middle.  Overall, he led an active lifestyle, taking care to eat right and engaged in dedicated exercise twice a week.  Nothing overly muscular about his body, but my Hal was a strong man with a kind face.

Hal showered me with candies, flowers, and jewelry for no reason other than to see my face alight with a smile at such show of affection.  I never asked for these things.  He gave them of his own generosity. 

Most of all this man loved me with all his heart and showed it every day in the little things.  Holding my hand, offering compliments, and coming home still excited to find me waiting for him because I was the best part of his day just like he was mine.  And why not?  Hal treated me like his little princess. 

Even without children, I was fulfilled.  I never desired any.  Both of us were satisfied merely to have each other to spoil.  Neither of us regretted a thing.

Now at 45, a life worth living seemed over for me.  Hal was the sun my world revolved around.  Everything I was wrapped up in him.  I lived to make him as happy as he consistently made me.  Working a regular nine to five job, I had not done in years and loved every minute of it. 

The workforce had changed so much since I needed to support myself after my parents died.  My dad passed early in my life when he stepped in front of a public transportation bus on a rainy morning.  Years later my mother departed due to a heart attack shortly after visiting her lover.  That left fourteen-year-old me to fend for myself as a ward of the state alone without siblings. 

Fresh out of college, I landed a job at Hal’s company and became his executive assistant.  By far the best of my employment, I did not need more than one to make ends meet.  For eight years, I earned sick leave and vacation time, too.  I did my job very well and was rewarded with bonuses which I saved for a rainy day. 

No room for anything else but work existed.  I was okay with that.  Hal could be demanding, and I understood that.  It wasn’t like I had anything else to do.  I only knew work back then, which gave me its own sense of security. 

Personal relations were slow to blossom between Hal and I.  He was an only child also and spent many years working to prove himself.  We had those things in common besides enjoying each other’s company.  When it was clear that my boss and I had fallen for each other, we never looked back.  I knew that I had found the man of my dreams.  Hal declared that finally he found the one woman he was meant to be with. 

My husband was an older man who had never been married before.  Already in his 50s when we started dating and eventually married, he also had no children from any previous relationship.  Hal never found the right woman, but with me, he knew.  I was different because I was the one.

No need for me to work anymore Hal told me.  He could support us without my needing to work.  Taking care of me was his favorite pastime.  So, I did what I wanted.  I pampered him when with him. 

The rest of my time I volunteered at the women’s shelter where I also did some community service in high school and later in college.  I liked helping people and saw an excellent opportunity to aid others wherever I could in that capacity with the free time I had.  Never would I guess years later I would end up in the same place needing help. 

Hal’s illness was sudden and merciless.  Stage-four cancer ravaged the strong man I loved despite the money paid for costly treatments.  Experimental drugs could not thwart the beast.  The mounting hospital bills wiped out every bit of savings we had, yet I did not care if I had to give up the jewelry, house, and cars or file for bankruptcy as long as I had my husband.  The sickness took Hal anyway despite how bravely he fought to remain with me. 

The tears I wept seemed to freeze on my face.  On the worn hem of my wool coat, I wiped them the best I could.  My fingertips brushed the letters of Hal’s name on the tombstone as I looked up to the dark sky.  A streak of golden light flared across the night.  My heart made its wish as more tears streamed from my eyes. Once more, I stared at where my husband laid to rest. 

“Merry Christmas, darling.  I love you,” I said through trembling lips. 

Kissing my hand, I planted the same on his marble tombstone.  I walked away in the stiffness and cold that seeped into my bones.  Slowly, I got the feeling back in my chilled legs and numb toes.  Pulling my old coat closer to me, I sighed with a puff of white smoke escaping my mouth.  I got a move on because of the late hour and did not want to run into any trouble.  No longer could I afford to live in a neighborhood less crime-ridden.

Here at Christmas time almost a year since Hal died in February, I was left bereft still with grief.  Just memories of me for 21 years knowing and loving a great man to keep me warm at night.  They were my only company in my tiny apartment the women’s shelter helped me get along with the job to keep it.  Nothing so involved as before but secretarial work for a small business in the city.

The cemetery was not far from my apartment, so I did not need to take the bus.  I walked just about everywhere these days in worn boots and threadbare coat to save money where I could.  Most of the time, I was cold and thin since my diet of gourmet meals consisted of Ramen noodles.  I could barely afford the modest apartment on the wrong side of town yet made it work.  The rent was cheap and the neighborhood riddled with all manner of thugs.  There must have been someone shot every week in the gang wars over turf.

My solace in this new reality was that I was somehow close to my husband.  Nothing else mattered other than that.  The apartment building was clean with a secure door at least.  The block where I lived was quiet for the most part as well.

Once inside my building, I made my way up five flights of stairs and sweated.  I removed my coat and approached my door.  Upon opening it and shutting it to lock with a chain, I noted that it was not completely dark in my new home.  I dropped my coat, purse, and keys on the floor on my way to the source which I could see. 

A Christmas tree that had not been there this morning sat in the corner of my living room.  Someone dressed it in pretty garland.  A variety of ornaments hung in different colors, shapes, and designs.  To finish it, twinkling white lights greeted my eye.  Beneath the tree was a red skirt with presents!  All sizes and brightly packaged they sat ready for me to tear them open.  I picked up a few and shook them wondering what was inside. 

“What the…but how is this possible?” I whispered with tears leaking from my eyes in the joy of the sight.  I had been thinking how beautiful a Christmas tree would be there in that very spot and then here I was with one?  My hands reached to touch the branches and discovered the soft needles were real!  A live tree in my fifth-floor apartment!

I headed to my refrigerator to get my leftover dinner of soup I made in a crockpot only to see the whole thing filled up with food!  A whole chicken, vegetables, eggs, milk, and cheese.  In the freezer, more packages of meat and frozen vegetables were neatly stacked and ready for me.  I shut the door in my shock as I trembled all over.  Opening the door of the kitchen appliance again, I witnessed the same view.  I collapsed to my knees and cried into my hands.  No measly cold soup for Christmas dinner tomorrow.  Nope.  I had a feast!

Eventually, I stood wiping my wet face again which hurt from all the grinning that I was doing.  I found bacon, eggs, and cheese.  I chopped up onions, tomatoes, and green pepper to add for the omelet I whipped up with a bit of toast I found I could make from a fresh loaf of bread.  I sipped on orange juice and wondered if this was heaven.  Warm and full, I washed my dishes and felt sleepy. 

With so much excitement, I did not know what to think, but I was happier than I had been in months.  I turned out all the lights, hung up my coat in the closet and then settled my keys and purse next to the couch like usual.  The plastic bag of dead flowers went to the garbage under the sink where they belonged.

In the next room, I heard something.  I jumped when a voice called out from the dark that sounded so familiar, “Leave the light off, honey.”

I nearly leaped out of my skin as I shouted, “Hal?!  Is that you?!” 

More tears flowed from my eyes.  I knew it could not be him despite me asking the stupid question, but it sounded like his gruff voice after years of smoking before he met me and quit, of course.  Little good it did in the long run since cancer from the cigarettes still stole him from me in the end.

“Now what kind of question is that?  Come to bed, Savannah.”

Was I dreaming?  This was just how we always started.  Hal would do something wonderful to surprise me, and then coax me off to bed.  I knew what pleasures awaited me there, and so took no time to peel out of my professional attire of fitted sweater and skirt.  With a lift of each leg, I zipped out of my boots.  At my bedside, I hesitated with a thumb on the side of my panties. 

“What are you waiting for, honey?”  I heard him pat the bed beside him.  My empty side because I still slept on the right side of the bed.  The other side was his, and each night in my dreams he was there cuddling with me until I fell asleep.  “How long are you gonna make me wait for crying out loud?”

Now the months melted away.  Even those terrible days Hal had been in the hospital, and I curled in the hospital bed with him so he could hold me were forgotten.  I laughed at his greedy impatience.  Nothing changed and I smiled through the tears of elation that washed me away.

“Don’t you want me to freshen up for you?” I teased in my way.

“Don’t you dare!  Get your sexy buns in this bed, woman!  My arms ache to hold you.”  The flutter of covers being folded back sounded while I freed myself of the last of my garments.  I slipped between the cool sheets and shivered. 

A warm body rolled toward me, and I felt his breath on my face.  “Hal,” I said with soft passion as I felt his chest forested with fine hairs.  I nestled into them and sighed as his arms surrounded me.  “How?  How can you--?”

My question died when his mouth found mine in a gentle brush of soft lips.  They were warm and alive like his tongue that came for mine.  No man kissed like my husband.  There were a few that I dated in college to know the difference.  Hal was by far the best among them in how he never rushed or demanded.  He knew how to render me speechless and feed my lust for him with his lips alone.

“Mmm, wife, you taste so good,” he moaned into my mouth as my hand rose to his head full of curly hair.  It was silky in my hand the way I remembered it.  Toward the end of his life, those healthy hairs dropped out due to the chemo, but I did not care.  He was still the man I loved, my Hal. 

My husband rolled me on top of him, to my favorite of positions and his, too.  It made capturing my breasts into his mouth easier.  He sucked at the hard nipple as his fingers opened me up below so that his hips could aim his poised erection where I needed him for so long.  No prep was required. 

“Oh, Hal!” I whimpered because I forgot how tight the fit.  Only the head did he tease me with as a result. 

I reached down and rubbed my clit as he worked his member in and out of me.  Wetter by the moment with our mutual stimulation, I took more of his impressive cock.  Slick juice from us covered the hard member as he journeyed inside my cave.  When he was all the way in, we both stopped moving.  I stretched to accommodate him knowing by morning I would be sore, but I would be glad to remember this coming together.

Tears came to my eyes as he sucked my other breast.  His tongue lavished my areola and hard pebble with nibbles and soothing kisses. I was falling into the pleasure, ignorant of the pain I suffered to take his thick appendage and the loss of him from my life and carrying on.  It had been a long night yet a much longer year.

“Hal,” I cried trembling over how he consumed me.  No room was there for anything but breathing in the heady musk of us.

“I know, Savannah,” he whispered and pulled me down to his hungry mouth where he gave me a brief kiss.  “Let go of everything, but this moment with me.  Let your soul join mine, honey.”

I did as he wished.  A thousand tiny explosions seemed to go off in my body all at once when his tongue touched mine.  His body moved forward.  His big hands grabbed my hips urging me to meet his need.  From the crown to the hilt, my husband repeated the move to claim me like he used to.  I was his.  Nothing changed, and I yielded at his full breach.  Hal pulsed with every breath and beat of his heart.  I convulsed cherishing the best gift this night offered to me. 

Lost in his love, I experienced Hal filling me over and over.  I prayed to whoever was listening that he not stop.  He dug into my hips and thrust up slow, fast, faster yet. Just when I thought it over and could catch my ragged breath that matched his, Hal began the rigorous thrusting all over again.  We shouted with gladness when I thought I died from the love swelling my heart as we came together.

Hal rolled me beneath him, my leg flexed up against his chest, and he plunged inside seeming to split me.  More pleasure won over my senses.  I clenched on to his member that visited in rapid plundering.  My body jostled in the bounce of the bed and his hard body making me cum all over his cock.

The lovemaking did not cease.  Both my legs sailed and flailed in the air as Hal put me to bed in the best way he could.  Every nerve was awake to his need like no time I knew before.  My thighs quivered at how deep he slid to please me.  I screamed at how much pleasure there was. 

On my knees somehow, I gripped the headboard but could not hold on in how much I sweated all over like he did and gripped the sheets much better.  Hal pulled my hair, a first, but a definite hot-meter jolt. He pillaged my stores even as I collapsed on my face.  My husband followed me down as I spiraled.  It was too much all at once but everything I craved.

Slowly, Hal humped inside me, giving me all on top of me from behind.  His weight was overwhelmingly perfect.  I missed it so much. 

“I love you, Savannah,” he said in my ear before he kissed my neck and sucked on it in that place that made me fall apart.

“I love you!” I replied with tears of pure exhilaration spilling from my eyes. 

When first light hit my eyes Christmas morning, I could not remember anything else from my night with Hal.  I was naked and tangled up in my sheets.  The spot where I expected to see my husband was vacant.  I felt his side of the bed to make sure my eyes registered that right.  It was cold over there.  Running my hands through my hair, I rose from the bed.

“Hal?”  I walked into the living room naked.  The tree lit up with presents beneath remained.  I went to the bathroom.  There was no one.  When I looked at the front door, it was locked with the chain still on it.  “Hal?” I called and then looked to the bed again in confusion.  Did I imagine him last night?

I lifted the sheets in the distress felt until I saw it.  A letter on the linen stationery Hal used.  His penmanship was the neatest that I ever beheld.  I loved his handwritten notes that he would write to me during our marriage.  Over the years I collected many of them to remind me of the loving romantic I married. 

This note was no different as I sat down by my Christmas tree weeping.  I could not help it.  For so long I wanted to deny it, and pretend, yet Hal said everything I needed to hear.  The letter left more questions than answers, but in the end, did it matter? 

Did I make love to my husband last night on Christmas Eve?  I smelled him on me.  I tasted the salt of his sweaty skin.  Nothing could take that away.  And, nothing ever would.  It was the one thing I wished upon that falling star to be reunited with Hal one last time.

Dearest Savannah,

Do you know how much I love everything about you?  Your beauty, your wit, and your kindness?  You are the gift of my life I never thought I deserved.  I thank God for the time I had been granted to have you.  My time is in the past.  Yours is now!

Honey, you deserve love and contentment.  Miracles can happen.  You were mine, and now it’s time for you to find yours.  Don’t shut away the light in your heart.  Share it.  Live in it.  Prosper because of it.  I know you can do it.  You have so much more living to do before we meet again.  Find someone to share it with as you have with me. 

Remember, I love you and live in your heart.

Until we see each other again,

Hal
2-18-18

I sat beside the beautiful Christmas tree and cried as I hugged the precious letter to my chest.  My dear husband must have written it just before he died on the same day.  My Hal was a planner to the very end!  I loved him so much for that.  He tried to take care of me even from the grave.

My heart ached for all those months without the love of my life.  I knew he was right.  He was with me because I carried him in my heart where he could never die.  I could not sulk anymore after a past that would never be again.  Hal was gone, yet I still had plenty of life to live. 

I sniffled with a chuckle.  “I know, darling.  You’re right as always.”

No point like the present to get started on living in the moment!  I tore into my gifts unable to wait any more in my glee.  A new long wool coat!  A fancy new red dress!  A new pair of red shoes!  An invitation?  A New Year's Eve party put on by the charity Hal supported for years as a secret Santa for needy families or individuals hit hard. 

Perhaps this was a lead to a new beginning for me?  Now, I had something to look forward to in a few days!  Like Hal said, now it was time for me to find my own miracle.


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