The Blushing Bride

By Tony Flye

THE BLUSHING BRIDE SYNOPSIS

The Blushing Bride, a young woman named Red because of her rust colored hair, in her late teens whose sexual passions burned to burst forth. She met Robert, a man who received his driver's license on the day of her birth. Red and Robert fell in love and their romance blossomed. Until that one particular dinner in their favorite restaurant when Robert became unusually quiet. Red panicked and feared the worst; that he wanted to breakup with her. Instead he asked her to marry him despite their ages differences. Red's despair vanished. She accepted Robert's proposal. Her joy suddenly turned to gloom at the thought of having to tell her parents of her impending wedding. Her parents protested bitterly. Her father ranted about the age differences and tried his best to dissuade Red from making the worst mistake imaginable while her mother sat by and cried. Throughout their courtship Red resisted the overbearing sexual urges of her young and ripe body and brought her virginity to her marriage bed. Red's sexual desires exploded forth on their wedding night. As their love nurtured and grew her sexual desires enveloped her every thought and action, every sexual bliss with her husband. The Blushing Bride is the story of their love, their lives together, their children. It is a story of their ups and downs, through their joys and discouragements, through their lives, deaths and beyond.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tony Flye
• Release date: Jun 11, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311912053

Tony Flye

Tony Flye's third book in the Jake Curtis / Vanessa Malone Mystery series, DEATH IN DIVORCE is in the final stages of editing and should be available by Christmas Tony is also working on a collection of short stories tentatively titled STORIES OF HORROR AND MURDER

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THE BLUSHING BRIDE

Copyright 2014 Tony Flye, LLC.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

DEDICATION

THE BLUSHING BRIDE

ABOUT TONY FLYE

OTHER BOOKS BY TONY FLYE

CONNECT WITH TONY FLYE

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

Cover photo by Alexey Lisovoy / Dreamtime Stock Photos. Cover art by Rocky M.

DEDICATION

To my own Blushing Bride, Susan

THE BLUSHING BRIDE

I got married today. I married the man of my dreams; the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. The man who told me he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me.

My parents named me Ramona after a long deceased and almost forgotten relative on my mother's side but when my hair grew in covering my bald head, it came in a brilliant rust colored red. From then on everyone called me Red. Everyone that is except my mother, she still calls me Ramona.

I'm five feet two inches tall, pale blue eyes, a hundred five pounds soaking wet with a cute turned up nose and my hair is still a rust red. My girlfriends are jealous of my thirty-seven, twenty-six, thirty-five figure just as I'm jealous of their less prominent figures. All the boys in high school from my freshman year on spent their waking hours hitting on me or trying to cop a cheap feel since the day I mistakenly wore a tight fitting sweater to school. I could've had a very active social life if I'd've let the boys get to second base.

I met my future husband, Robert, about a year ago. He combed his dark, wavy hair straight back but the wave wouldn't lay flat. The wave popped up just after the comb passed over it as if his hair was strong spring wire. No amount of hair tonic could hold it down. His hair didn't look unruly, it just had this natural wave that made me jealous because my flat hair was straight and wouldn't take a wave if I soaked my head in a five gallon bucket of home permanent solution for an hour.

Robert stood ten inches above me at six feet tall and had muscles where a man should have muscles, blue eyes and a Kirk Douglas cleft in the center of his chin. When he smiled at me with his kissable lips and strong jaw he made my body tingle in places that never tingled before. I fell in love with him right then and there. I was eighteen when we met, he was thirty-five. It took him a little longer to fall in love with me, about a month. We later found out he got his driver's license on the day I came into the world. It was the age difference that caused his hesitation. When we met Robert was a year shy of being twice my age.

We literally met by accident. We both got a little careless and we each drifted through a four way stop intersection in my neighborhood. Although I did have the right-of-way. The corners of our bumpers met. More like they kissed. It was the prelude of our future.

I couldn't see any damage to the bumper of my father's brand new powder blue Buick Century with the three little chrome portholes on the sides of the front fenders and I didn't see any marks on the bumper of his Cadillac but I insisted on seeing his driver's license just like we were taught in Driver's Ed class. Also because I wanted to show him mine. I knew there would be no insurance claims for damages, I just wanted to get his name and address. I gladly gave him my driver's license and quickly added my phone number in hopes he would use it.

His deep baritone voice rang out. Now that we've been properly introduced, would you like to get a cup of coffee or a Coke?

Yes,

We each drove our own cars the two blocks to the local coffee shop in the neighborhood which was two blocks in the opposite direction from my house.

We talked for hours. I'm single...

I interrupted him. So am I.

Don't look so embarrassed. I was.

I'm an only child of both only child parents.

I'm an only child too.

My parents died in an automobile accident about a year ago, a drunk driver crossed the center line of the highway and hit them head on. He look down at the coffee cup wrapped in both of his hands. Does anyone ever get over that kind of pain? I poured myself into my work. Concentrated on my career and didn't think about getting married. I very seldom dated."