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Paul Loves Rose: Part 1Paul loves Rose. Rose loves Paul. Problem is they're cousins; or are they?by senor longo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.Introduction:This story takes place in the 1960's in rural Long Island, NY. It's the story of two “relatives” who become a lot more than friends. NOTE: Some of the terms used would be politically incorrect today, but were appropriate then. Paul is a popular student who gets all the pussy he can handle. He knows though that a much slower approach is needed with his naïve "cousin" Rose.CHAPTER 1It had been a long hard day made even longer and harder when my mower ran out of gas. Now I'd be late to the dance. There weren't many at the nearby church so they were pretty special. I had rushed through my dinner, much to the annoyance of my mother, and ran upstairs into the shower. Five minutes later I was dressing in my navy blazer, a white button-down shirt, striped tie, and grey flannel slacks. A quick combing and my hair was as ready as it was going to be. I kissed Mom, waved to Dad, and was out the door to my truck. Twenty minutes later I was searching in vain for a parking spot. Finally, after another ten minutes I found one; across the street and a block away. I walked hurriedly back to the large brick building.It appeared that I had arrived just in time. Rose was backed up against a wall as some bruiser who looked to be about ten years older was peering down her dress. I could see the terror in her eyes. Rose and I are the same age; eighteen; but she's really naïve. She should be a junior like me, but she's only a freshman. She's not stupid, on the contrary. She was terribly sick for more than a year and a half when she was eight and nine so she missed two whole years of school. She's better now, thank God. Now, all I have to do is rescue her.I walked up with a huge smile on my face, stepping right between the gorilla and Rose. “Hi, hun; sorry I'm late.” I kissed her cheek as I took her hand. “C'mon, let's dance.” I pulled her away before her erstwhile suitor could react. He may have been twice my size, but I'd bet I had twice the IQ. I wrapped my arms around Rose and pulled her close, wondering if she'd say anything about the proximity of our bodies; she did.“Kind of close for cousins, Paul; wouldn't you say?” Rose raised an eyebrow.“Yeah, but; we're actually not quite cousins.” I clarified.“What does that mean; not quite cousins?”“Essentially, we're not cousins. We're not related. Care to have me explain?”“Yes, I'm confused.” Rose said with a bewildered look. Confused was good. She hadn't moved that luscious body with its big round breasts and that sweet firm ass away from the straining erection that was pointing down my left leg.“Okay; let's go back a few years. I've always called your mom ‘Aunt Celia' and you've always called mine ‘Aunt Martha,' okay, so far?” She nodded. “I call your dad ‘Uncle Carl' and you call mine ‘Uncle Stan.” If we're related how come we've never seen each other at family gatherings?To be real cousins one of your parents and one of my parents would have to be siblings; you know, like brothers or sisters; but you're never at any of our family functions and I've never been to any of yours. I asked my mom about it last year.”“Okay; so what did she say?”“She said that she and your mom grew up next door to each other in Queens and were best friends all through school. They were so close that when they married and had kids it was natural to have them call each other aunt and uncle, especially when our dads got jobs at the Lab.”“I don't believe it.”“Okay, how about a bet?” The music had stopped, but we were still dancing. I loved it. “If I'm right I'll pick you up next Friday night at seven for a date; a movie and ice cream after.”“And if I'm right?”“I'll pick you up at seven next Friday night, but not for a date. We'll do whatever you want instead.” She leaned back a bit and held her hand out to shake. I kissed her cheek instead.“Oh, thanks for the rescue. He was getting pretty obnoxious.”“I noticed. It was the least I could do for my girlfriend.” She laughed then realized we were the only ones dancing and walked off the floor with me following closely behind.I had always loved Rose, even back to when we were both six. That was when we moved into the same neighborhood; my family from Oak Ridge, Tennessee and theirs from Alamogordo, New Mexico. My dad and hers had taken jobs at the Brookhaven National Lab in nearby Upton out in rural Suffolk County, Long Island. It was a real reunion for our moms and the first time our families had met. Rose and I hit it off right away, especially because she was a real tomboy. She could actually pass, catch, and kick a football better than I could until I made it to junior high and was almost as good at baseball and basketball, too. By then she'd been sick and held back. I still saw her every day in school. Our small community had a K thru 8 school. In ninth grade we all went to Port Jefferson High about twenty miles away.Back then it was a familial love; the kind one has for a brother or sister, or even a cousin; but over the years it had grown in a different direction. I'd kept it a secret for several years, but; no longer. As time passed we'd both grown into young adults. I was now 6 feet, 2 inches weighing an even 200 pounds. I played football; linebacker and fullback; and baseball; center field; on the Port Jeff varsity until my lawn mowing business took precedence in the spring. I had a muscular build, my body developed by years of lifting weights and working out in our basement. I worked almost every day during the summer mowing lawns and doing yard work. I had twenty lawns that I mowed weekly at seven dollars each. Most of my clients rounded up to an even ten for a much appreciated tip. I earned between $150 and $200 a week which was pretty decent money at the time. I was saving for college even though I was hoping for some kind of scholarship.Rose had also grown up; into a beautiful young woman. Rose stood 5 feet, 8 inches, and if I had to guess; maybe, 115 pounds. She had a gorgeous body, the kind that made my classmates drool. Only my threats of a severe beating had saved her from being pawed repeatedly. I knew she had never been on even a single date. Her illness had made her extremely shy and her parents were overly protective. She was fine with me, but most other guys terrified her. Rose had the kind of black hair that looked reddish under certain kinds of light. She wore it short, exposing her slender graceful neck. Rose had the most delightful brown eyes and a cute slender nose over full sensual lips.We had a great time at the dance, probably dancing more than sixty percent of the fast ones and all the slow ones. I especially loved the slow ones. I thought that Rose had already figured out that we weren't real cousins; she moved really close to my body. I was sure she could feel my thick erection, but she never pushed away. We left at eleven, driving to the local soda fountain where I treated to banana splits. Rose had hers with three flavors I wouldn't ever consider. Me; I loved every flavor of ice cream so long as it was chocolate. We joined another couple from school and had a wonderful time. We left at 11:45 so I could get her home by midnight.I parked the truck and walked her to the door. “Want to come in, Paul?” Rose offered.“Thanks, Rose, but I have a really busy day tomorrow. Mr. Eaton is putting in a stone wall and I'm helping him. He promised me $50 for the day so I have to be ready to work. Good night, Rose. I had a great time.” I leaned in to kiss her cheek, but she turned her head at the last second. My lips touched hers briefly. It was like a bolt of lightning passed between us. She noticed it, too. Her eyes showed her shock. I waited until she was inside before driving the five blocks to our house.Once in the house Rose walked into the living room to speak with her mother. Her dad always went to bed at eleven; her younger brother Eric was always in bed and sound asleep by ten. “Mom, can I ask you something?”“Of course, Rose; how was the dance?”“Oh, it was wonderful.” Rose said with a dreamy happiness. “Paul rescued me from some big guy who was getting nasty with me. He pretended he was my boyfriend. ““Oh, good for him!” Mom was relieved. “Paul's always looked out for you.”“Oh, mom; while we were dancing he told me that we weren't really cousins. Is that true, Mom?”“It is true that our families are not related by blood, but Martha and I are closer than most sisters are. We might as well be related.”“Okay; so; then; we're not really cousins, at all; are we?”“No, even though you might as well be.”“Then I should tell you that I have a date Friday night.”“Oh? Who with?” Mom asked while yawning.“With Paul, Mom. We had a bet and I lost, but I'm kind of glad. Does that make any sense?”Her mom smiled then responded, “Yes, dear; it does. Now let's get to bed, shall we?”CHAPTER 2: Paul's MorningMy parents were both in bed when I got home so my usual inquisition took place at breakfast the following morning. I told them I'd had a wonderful time and that I had a date Friday night. “Do we know her, Paul,” my mother asked.“Yes, Mom it's with Rose.” I went on to tell about the bet. I could see my mother thinking as I spoke.“I hope you plan to be a gentleman, Paul. I don't want to see her hurt in any way.”“Yes, Mom, you know I will and I'd never hurt Rose. You know I love her.” She did, but not in the way I meant. I excused myself and ran out the door, looking forward to a hard day's work. Mom didn't like me skipping church, but knew it was for a good reason.I saw Rose on Monday morning when I picked her up for the ride to school. It was better than waiting for the bus and a lot quicker, too. She seemed unusually happy this morning. She spilled the beans even before I had the chance to ask her. “We have a date, Paul. I can't wait; a real date.” I reached across the bench seat to squeeze her hand. Next thing I knew she slid across to sit next to me. I could see how thrilled she was. I held her hand almost all the way to school; except when I needed two hands to drive and shift gears. I gave her a brief peck on the lips once we were at school. This became a daily routine.Friday night I was at her door at 7:00 sharp. Aunt Celia answered the door and invited me in. “My goodness, Paul; Rose has been looking forward to this all week. She's been on cloud nine. I hope you have a good time.”“I'm sure we will, Aunt Celia. We always enjoy each other's company. I'll have her home by twelve.”“I think we can make it one, Paul. I don't want to stand in the way of you two enjoying yourselves.” I heard a noise and turned to see Rose descending the staircase. She looked beautiful; even more than usual. I took her hand and led her out to my truck. My truck; it was a 1952-53 Ford. I got it at a junk yard. Most of the parts were from a '52, but some, like the seats, the bed, and the transmission were from a 1953. They were basically the same and the price was great; $100!We drove all the way to Port Jefferson Station, named, no doubt, for its proximity to the older town of Port Jefferson and the end-of-the-line station of the Long Island Rail Road's northern spur. We sat in the theater balcony and held hands while we sipped our Cokes and nibbled popcorn. About half way through the movie I put my arm around her shoulders; I was extremely pleased that she didn't object at all. After the movie we drove down the hill to Grammas' for ice cream, exactly as I had promised. It was still early so I drove us to the north shore beach. We sat in the parking lot overlooking the beach and Long Island Sound beyond. The moon's reflection glistened over the tiny waves.We sat quietly, just watching the water. Normally, I'd be making out with my hand up my date's skirt, but this was Rose. I knew she had no experience and I definitely didn't want to scare her. There'd be other dates and other opportunities. I went to turn on the radio, but Rose stopped me.“Paul; have you brought other girls here?”“One or two, but none like you.”I could see her smile even in the dim light. “What did you do with them? Can you tell me?”“That's not something a gentleman discusses, Rose.”“Did you kiss your girlfriend?”“Not yet, but I was thinking of doing it in about a minute.” She looked up at me. I leaned down to her and our lips met. She was tentative at first, but after a few seconds her arms gripped my neck pulling me to her as our lips mashed into each other. I'd had plenty of kisses, but none as sweet or loving as that one. The kiss lasted for more than a minute before Rose broke it.“I liked that, Paul. I liked it a lot.”“Me, too, but next time try opening your mouth a bit so our tongues can touch.” She gave me a questioning look, but separated her lips about a quarter inch before leaning up for another. I gently pushed my tongue between her lips and teeth. She jumped back in shock then smiled and moved in again, opening her mouth wider. This time her tongue beat me to the punch. It wrestled with mine, moving between our mouths. Rose was obviously a quick study. She was a great kisser.Her face was red when we broke it.“Yeah, I agree. It was incredible.” I concurred.“Is that all you did, Paul?”“No, there were other things, but I don't think you're ready for them.”“Can you at least tell me?” Rose was going to open Pandora's Box come hell or high water.“Touching, mostly; her chest, her pussy, my cock.”Rose gulped several times as I detailed what couples often do while, uh, ‘watching the submarine races'.“Like I said, you're not ready for that; not yet, anyway.” I tried to help her understand that we both knew two women who would skin me alive if they thought I took advantage of her. “Rose, maybe sometime in the future. The idea is to give each other pleasure, but you have to be ready; and you have to be willing.”“I think I want you to touch me.” Rose assured me.“No! Touching is something like kissing. Both parties have to be involved and It'll be a while before you're ready to touch my cock, won't it? I love you, Rose, so I'm not going to rush you into anything; and especially not that. You'll know when you're ready.”I leaned down, opened my mouth and waited, but not too long. Rose was all over me in a second. We kissed for more than an hour, but nothing more. We both knew she wasn't ready. I got her home by 12:50. We kissed again outside the door and she went in. Ten minutes later I was home.I had a feeling my mother would be up waiting and I was right. “So; how did it go?”“Great, Mom; we both had a wonderful time.”There was a lull then she spoke again, “Did you try to kiss her?”“No, Mom, but she did kiss me,” I grinned before continuing, “several times, in fact. We're going out again tomorrow. Danny Shea is having a party.”“Just don't forget what I said. I don't want to see her hurt.”“Don't worry, Mom. I'm not going to hurt her. I love Rose and I'm in this for the long haul.” I'd told the truth even if I hadn't fully explained my love for Rose. I didn't say anything, but I was certain a very similar inquisition had occurred with Aunt Celia and Rose, just as I was sure our mothers would compare notes early tomorrow morning. I wasn't worried; I hadn't done anything to be ashamed of.I picked Rose up at eight Saturday night. Danny Shea lived only about five miles away in the next village down the highway. We parked on the road and walked hand-in-hand to the front door. The music was almost deafening as we walked in. We met with Danny who offered us beer from a keg. It was tempting, but we opted for sodas instead. I could see that some of the kids were drinking a lot; some were already tipsy and it wasn't even 8:30. I could also see that there were too many kids at the party and that Danny's parents were nowhere to be seen. This could be a recipe for disaster. We stayed until ten dancing almost every dance. Rose actually kissed me in the middle of one.Once I noticed several guys becoming argumentative I knew it was time to leave. We were just getting into my truck when the first police car arrived. We were questioned, but even the cop could see we hadn't anything to drink. “I'm glad you're sober. I hate to find kids killed in traffic accidents.”“Yeah, that's the biggest reason why I only have beer at home,” I replied. We were gone a minute later.“Why'd we leave, Paul? I was having such a good time.”“Because there's going to be trouble, Rose; some of those kids are drunk. There was no supervision and, believe me, there will be some fights unless the cops break up the party. We may be eighteen and legally able to drink, but that doesn't mean we should. I'm responsible for your safety. I'm not taking any chances with you. You mean a lot more to me than a couple of beers.” She looked up at me and kissed my cheek. I drove around the block and headed to the miniature golf where I let Rose beat me.“I know you're better than that, Paul. You let me win, didn't you?”I laughed then held my hands up in a defensive position. “Who, me?” She joined me in laughing then she hugged me, looked into my eyes and kissed me. It was long and sweet, our tongues dueling for minutes. She broke it, but only to whisper, “Take me to the beach.”All the beaches where we live are private with the exception of an occasional town, county, or state park. We have two beaches in our association; Sill's Gully where one can drive all the way to the beach and East Path near our houses. That's a walk down a long and winding path in a ravine. It's also a long walk back up. The homeowners have improved it, installing benches and a boardwalk where feasible. I drove to Sill's Gully. It was named for a big rock; Sill's Rock; about a half mile straight out from shore in almost twenty feet of water at high tide. There are probably a million rocks on the north shore of Long Island. They all came from New England during the last ice age when they were pushed by a massive glacier and deposited once the glacier receded. I hoped the parking lot would be empty. It was. Rose wanted to go onto the beach so I pulled an old blanket from behind the seat. We walked holding hands under the moon's light.We sat on the blanket, Rose snuggling close to me. It was April and it was chilly. I took off my sweatshirt and pulled it over her head. The waistband got stuck on her breasts until I made a concerted effort to pull it out away from her body. “You did that on purpose.” I said.“Of course, I'm not an idiot, you know.” Rose laughed then leaned forward, pressing those glorious orbs into my chest as she kissed me. Ending our dates on the beach became one of our favorite things.We dated every Friday and Saturday night and we often saw each other at family functions like birthday parties or cookouts. Our parents seemed to accept our relationship. I know that my mother no longer interrogated me after every date and Rose's mom always welcomed me when I picked her up.We had dated for more than a month, doing everything teenagers could imagine. I had even taken her over to Coram to the drive-in there. We bought the obligatory Cokes and popcorn, returning to the truck while it was still light. It was fun watching the young kids in the playground, many of them clad in pajamas, while their parents looked on. I recalled looking forward to the movie, but we never saw more than ten minutes at a time. The following week we went to another dance, this time at school. One thing about school dances, they ended early; at eleven. Rose and I left around 10:30. I asked Rose if she'd like to get some ice cream, but she shook her head. “You know where I want to go.” I drove to our favorite place; the beach at Sill's Gully.Rose joined me on the blanket. One second I was sitting and looking at the water, the next I was lying back with Rose on top of me. She gripped my head as she ground her lips into mine. Her large globular breasts pressed into my chest. I could feel her hard nipples through our clothes. Her legs were wrapped around mine. We kissed and kissed until she broke it. Looking directly into my eyes she spoke quietly, “I'm not as naïve as you think, Paul. I may not have done as many things as you, but I know what they are and how to do them; and I want to do them, too. But first, I think I need to confess something to you. Promise you won't laugh at me?”“Of course, Rose. I'd never laugh at you.”“Okay; here goes; back when we started to see each other; Mom thought I was so thrilled to have a real date. I was thrilled, but because the date was with you. Now; the hard part; I'm sure you know that I love you. I realized about a year ago that it wasn't the same kind of love it was when we were younger. I thought I was a freak; being in love with my cousin, so I was thrilled to learn that we're not.” Rose admitted.I couldn't control myself. I broke out in wild laughter. After only a few seconds I could see that Rose was at the verge of tears.Leaning up I brought her face to mine. “Oh, Rose; I'm definitely not laughing at you. I'm laughing at me.” She gave me a look that told me she thought I was crazy. “You see, Rose I've been terrified; struggling with how to tell you exactly the same thing. I love you; I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you for; longer than I care to admit. I think you're the most wonderful person I've ever met and I love being with you. I love kissing you and holding you.”“Touching me?” she asked.“Yes, that will come when you're ready. I know a lot of guys who think that mauling some girl's tits is fun, but it's only fun if you're using it to make her feel great.”“Paul; I'm ready. Make me feel great; please.” She placed her hand on my thigh. My cock responded immediately. I could see that she could feel it; feel it grow. “Oh, Paul it feels so big. Can I see it?” I moved her hands to my belt buckle. It was open a few seconds later.She fumbled with the button on my shorts then pulled my zipper down. She turned to me and kissed me. It was quick but sweet and hot. “I've dreamed of this for so long. It's what I think of when I masturbate. Dreaming of you always makes me so hot.” Rose admitted as she pulled down my shorts and my briefs; my cock sprung up, swinging free in the cool evening. Rose hesitated not at all in touching and stroking me. “Oh; it feels so hot and I can't believe the skin is so soft and smooth. That's kind of a contradiction, isn't it; hard on the inside, yet so soft on the outside.” She shocked me when she leaned down to kiss the tip, testing the sponginess with her lips.“Go ahead, Paul; open my blouse. I want you to touch my breasts.”My hands found her blouse buttons, opening them easily despite their tiny size. She shrugged out of the blouse and helped me with the bra's clasp. I gasped at her beauty. Her breasts were perfectly symmetrical, sitting high on her chest despite their size. They were big; easily a handful for my big muscular paws with their dark brown areolas and hard wrinkled nipples. Despite my strength I knew to be careful and delicate as I massaged them and rolled her nipples between my fingers.I could sense how turned on Rose was becoming. Even in the dim light I could see her arousal; the way she threw her head back, moaned, and arched her back. What the hell would happen when I touched her pussy? I found out a few minutes later when she jumped up and slipped out of her slacks; her panties following a second later.“Jeez, Rose I hope nobody comes down here. You're naked.”“No; I'm wearing my sneakers.” I groaned at her humor. “Well,” she continued, “you could join me, you know.”“Not much point, is there? If anyone shined a flashlight on me I'd be arrested for indecent exposure, for sure. I'll say one thing; being in love with you sure is interesting. Let's see if I can make it more fun for you.” My mouth replaced one of my hands at her breast while the other explored between her legs. My fingers pushed through her thick curls to find her wet; pussy juice literally running down her thighs. My middle finger ran up and down her slit, tickling her clit several times before finding its way into her tight tunnel. Rose's moans became loud groans as she humped my hand. She continued like this for more than five minutes and it was a good thing I was paying attention. She had straddled my hips and was about to lower herself onto my cock.“NO!” I pushed her up then pulled her to me.“Don't misunderstand me, Rose. I'd love to make love with you; I dream of that day; but not here and not now. We're not doing it without protection. If you got pregnant; well, I don't want to even think about the consequences. I love you, Rose. We'll do it, but under better circumstances and when we're prepared properly.” I pulled her in for a kiss. We hugged for a while, as her passions tapered off, then we dressed and I took her home.That special time came two weeks later. We went again to the Coram drive-in, leaving around eleven so we could get to the beach by 11:30. I had laundered the blanket during the week so it would be clean and soft for what we both wanted so badly. I stopped off in the afternoon, on the way home from school, to buy some condoms. Rose had stayed in the truck at my insistence, but peeked into the bag once I had returned. At first she gasped then she had jumped into my lap and engaged me into a torrid kiss before we resumed our trip home.Our touching had become more daring and more frequent over the past weeks. Rose had confided that she masturbated furiously after our dates.“You get me so hot, Paul. I could never sleep until I can get relief.” I had admitted doing the same. We both thought we were ready now for the next step.I laid the blanket carefully onto an area that was clean of any seaweed and where the pebbles were small and plentiful. North shore Long Island beaches were a combination of sand, rounded pebbles, and rocks. I'd learned at an early age that lying on the pebbles was much more comfortable than lying on the sand which would pack down and become as hard as a rock. Rose and I stood together and kissed as she ran her hands up the back of my shirt. I ran mine down the back of her shorts. We were so hot for each other; our clothes were off in less than a minute.This was the third time we'd been naked together on the beach. Last Friday night we played miniature golf again knowing that we'd be done early. Rose laughed when I let her win again. We came to the beach and undressed each other, eagerly. “Have you done this before, Paul?”“Not exactly like this, Rose. I'm doing this because I love you. The other times were pure lust. I'm sure I lust after you even more, but I also love you terribly.” We kissed then and I pulled her down with me to the blanket. We would both cum, but tonight we would masturbate each other. I lay next to Rose, fondling her right breast with my left hand while I suckled at her left. My right hand went straight to her dripping wet cunt. I wasn't at all surprised to find it gushing with delicious juice. My fingers found her tunnel and fucked her at a frenetic pace. Her hand found my cock, but I restrained her. I wanted to make sure that she had a very pleasurable experience, one she'd want again and again. She writhed in her ecstasy; and when I moved my finger to her clit she came so hard she screamed at the top of her lungs until she collapsed into my arms.I clutched her back by running my arm between her legs and my hand over her butt. I could feel her humping against my forearm as her orgasm went on and on. Finally, it ended with a sigh, as though all the air had been forced from her lungs. I moved to hold her, but she was quicker; her lips mashed into mine as though all her passion was escaping through her mouth. I looked down to find she was almost unconscious. I held her gently until she stirred. “Oh, Paul; what was that? It was so incredible; overwhelming.”“I'd say you had the mother of all orgasms. Do you remember screaming for like thirty seconds?” She looked incredulous. “You did. I hope nobody calls the cops.”“I didn't do that, did I?” Rose was astounded at my accounting of her climax. I just nodded and pulled her in for yet another sensational kiss. She broke it a minute later to ask, “Can we wait a bit before I take care of you?”“Of course, I'll wait forever for you. You know that.”“I don't want you to wait that long. I want to take care of you just like you took care of me. Besides, I want to see how that big hard thing you have really works.”I laughed. “I only have one piece of advice, Rose; move to the side. Don't aim it anywhere near your face unless you want an early bath. Don't forget, the water's really cold now.” She looked unsure so I continued, “When I cum I'll probably shoot two or three feet into the air. You don't want to get in the way. I doubt your folks would be too thrilled to have you come home with semen in your hair. Mine would probably kill me.”“Don't worry. I'll protect you.” Even Rose had to laugh at that one. “Okay, I'll stay out of the way.” I pulled her to me for another kiss. I felt her hand on me as our lips came together. Her tongue flicked in my mouth as her hand gripped and stroked me. She kissed me passionately, but broke it after only a few seconds. “Sorry, but I want to see this.” She sat up to stroke me with both hands. She gripped me tightly, her hands moving faster and faster.My breathing became rapid and shallow as my orgasm approached. Suddenly, the familiar feeling was there. “Rose!” But instead of aiming away from her body she twisted my cock so my first spray hit between her breasts. The second struck just a trifle lower. All in all she took seven forceful rivers of slick white semen onto her magnificent body before the final weak eruption flew a mere six inches from my cock. I lay there on the blanket totally drained.To be continued in part 2. by senor longo for Sex Stories.

The Holiday Heat is ON this week on Long Island Tea! We're so fortunate to welcome Television Star, Cameron Mathison to the show discussing the upcoming Great American Family Christmas Festival coming to The Park at UBS Arena, his vast career in holiday films/soap operas we all know and love, as well as some of his favorite memories from past experiences on Long Island. The ladies chat about some exciting events happening this week as we enter the holiday season and are enjoying a fabulous Taste of Long Island from our friends at Limani Grille in Commack! #TasteOfLongIsland Limani Grille in Commack - Providing customers with the best ingredients, produce, seafood and fish that the world has to offer. All made possible through relationships with purveyors, farmers and fishermen domestically and from the Mediterranean. Give the gift of an unforgettable dining experience this holiday season or even book your team's holiday party at their beautiful restaurant!Learn more at limanigrille.com *You can also find them on our mobile app!* #LongIslandLife Long Island is hosting the first Great American Christmas Festival, opening this Friday, November 22, at The Park at UBS Arena & we have one of the stars who will be kicking off the event here today to tell us more!Learn more about the festival at theparkatubsarena.com One of Long Island's most iconic voices — that unmistakable cadence announcing “ron KON ko ma” to Long Island Rail Road passengers — has passed away.Van Ritshie, the Long Island Rail Road voice actor who became a cherished and often mimicked presence for commuters, passed away on Sunday, Nov. 3, following a brief illness, his family announced this week. He was 80 years old.With a five-decade career as a radio personality and voice-over artist, Ritshie's distinct voice is forever etched into the memories of countless LIRR riders Greenport & Port Jeff listed in TravelMag as most charming towns/villages in NY JONES BEACH MAGIC OF LIGHTS OPENS THIS FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 22nd Two East End Wineries Receive State AwardsIn recognition of their impactful contributions to New York's wine industry, Macari Vineyards and Bedell Cellars, two esteemed wineries located on Long Island's East End, were honored at the New York Wine & Grape Foundation's 2024 Unity Awards. #ThisWeekendOnTheEastEnd Friday, November 22nd Moondance: The Ultimate Van Morrison Tribute at The Suffolk Riverhead Holiday Light Show Saturday, November 23rd WHB Farmers Market at the Village Green 5th Annual North Fork Festival of TreesFor more details + additional events happening visit eastendgetaway.com CONNECT WITH US:Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/longislandteapodcast/YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@DiscoverLongIslandNYTikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@longislandteapodcastX(Twitter): https://x.com/liteapodcastFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/longislandteapodcast/DM us on any of our social channels or email spillthetea@discoverlongisland.com to tell us what you want to hear! Whether it is Long Island related or not, the ladies are here to spill some tea with you!Shop Long Island Apparel!shop.discoverlongisland.com Check out Kristen and Sharon's favorite products on Amazon!amazon.com/shop/discoverlongisland Be sure to leave us a 5-star rating and review wherever you're listening, and screenshot your review for $5 off our Merch (Please email us to confirm) Thanks to our generous sponsor, Sands New York - visit www.sandsnewyork.com for more information Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

 Welcome back class. In this episode, David Taylor II, author of comic books, children's books, and fantasy novels, joins the teachers to discuss the recently announced cast of the Fantastic Four movie. Next, we play a round of "Two Truths and a Lie" about the 2024 television season. 2:32 Mr. Richardson introduction 4:18 Mr. McDonald introduction 5:30 Mr. G introduction 6:30 Guest David Taylor II introduction Morning Announcements21:41 Fantastic 4 casting 36:12 Who should be Fantastic 4 Villian?49:06 What should SONY be doing next?59:14  https://ancientcitydesigns.com/1:00:55 Building Meeting 1:03:28 Mr. McDoland's 2 truths and a lie1:09:27 Mr. G's 2 truths and a lie1:12:01 DT's 2 truths and a lie1:19:44 Mr. Richardson's 2 truths and a lieThoughts on the show? Comments? Questions?Text or leave a voice mail for the Fandalorians at (631) 494-3632‬SPONSOR:  Red Shirt ComicsAre you looking for ways to get your kids into reading?  Visit Red Shirt Comics in Port Jeff.  They got everything you need for comics and fandoms. https://www.redshirtcomics.com/SPONSOR: The Adla Real Estate TeamIf you are buying or selling anywhere in New York from Manhattan to Montauk Point, please call the Adla Real Estate. If you mention "The Fandalorians" you can receive up to $2,000 back at closing.Website: adlarealestateteam.comSend all email to Thefandaloriansmailbag@gmail.com all emails will be read on the podcast. Follow us on Twitter at @FandalorainspodAlso follow us on Instagram at fandalorians.podcast

In this episode of the podcast, we take a field trip to Red Shirt Comics in Port Jeff, New York to talk to Josh Darby about comic books and fandom. Afterwards, we answer some fun questions such as, which Disney Princess would make the best spy and what type of zombies would be the worst to deal with, Zombie Pokemon, Smurfs or Minions. Class is back in session.  Need some comics for yourself, a family member, or a friend on the east end of Long Island.  Are you looking for ways to get your kids into reading?  Visit Red Shirt Comics in Port Jeff.  They got everything you need for comics and fandoms. https://www.redshirtcomics.com/Time Stamps 1:36 Mr. Richardson's Intro2:15 Mr. McDonald's Intro 3:38 Mr.G's  Intro4:44 Special Guest Josh Darby https://www.redshirtcomics.com/8:54 - Ancient City Designs https://ancientcitydesigns.com/10:43 Morning Announcements24:35 Field Trip to Red Shirt Comics29:21 Fandom Questions With Josh30:15: What was your first comic book?33:10 Favorite SuperHero or Villain? 39:56 Which character would you like to see live action? 49:21 Best superhero origin story?51:41 Which droid or robot would you want for a sidekick?53:13 Tabletop Gaming?58:42 Would you rather live in a world of magic, super heroes or advanced technology ?1:02:25 Which TV or Movie character reminds you of yourself?1:04:37 What Pokemon Character would you eat?1:06:01 What video would you want to be an NPC in?1:08:57 What Disney Princess would you think would make the best spy?11:11:05 The last questionThoughts on the show? Comments? Questions?Text or leave a voice mail for the Fandalorians at (631) 494-3632‬SPONSOR: LJ PhotographyTis the season for photos. LJ Photography is run by a full time teacher and mom.  She understands the last minute hustle and bustle for family photos.  If you live on Long Island and are looking for family photos they have you covered.    LJ photography is ready to capture the beautiful memories for you and your loved ones.  Check them out on instagram @LJ_photographyli for more information!SPONSOR: The Adla Real Estate TeamIf you are buying or selling anywhere in New York from Manhattan to Montauk Point, please call the Adla Real Estate. If you mention "The Fandalorians" you can receive up to $2,000 back at closing.Website: adlarealestateteam.comSend all email to Thefandaloriansmailbag@gmail.com all emails will be read on the podcast. Follow us on Twitter at @FandalorainspodAlso follow us on Instagram at fandalorians.podcast

A Mayor steps down and a candidate is now running unopposed. Is it Dirty Politics? Find Out Here. Remember to FOLLOW!!!! --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/politicalthisradio/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/politicalthisradio/support

See him and Chris Monty perform at Theatre Three in Port Jeff tomorrow night and see the premiere of their TV pilot “Jiggle The Handle”

HEALTHY LIFESTYLE with Host & Transformational Success Coach Lori Anne Casdia chats with guests Dr. Perkus discussing his AFT (Aroma FreedomTherapy) and Lion Lenny Scolaro of the Port Jefferson Lions discussing giving back and investing in your community. Dr. Perkus is a Licensed Clinical Psychologist with over 20 years of experience utilizing many of the most progressive techniques for body, mind, and emotional wellness available. He has worked with adults and children, young and old, singles and couples. He has traveled around the world teaching people how to use Essential Oils and lifestyle strategies to optimize brain function, let go of the past, and enhance happiness and well-being. But the most significant improvements he found come from a technique he developed in 2016 as a method that people can use on themselves or others in a matter of minutes called The Aroma Freedom Technique, and it is a step-by-step process designed to be learned and used by anyone who wants more freedom in their life.Dr. Perkus desire is to spread Aroma Freedom throughout the world and have an institute where he can research the method and teach as many people as possible. He wants to revolutionize the psychotherapy industry and put the power of change in the hands of the people. Inspired by Thomas Edison, Albert Einstein and Gary Young - making world changing discoveries and inventions that improve the human condition. Dr Perkus is insatiably curious and has the only step by step repeatable process, backed by neuroscience, that uses the amazing power of smell to shift mental and emotional states quickly and permanently.Dr. Perkus now teaches this process worldwide through online seminars as well as a comprehensive certification program available to anyone who wants to help themselves or others find more freedom and happiness in their lives.To Contact Dr PerkusHe can be reached at www.aromafreedom.com__________________Lori Anne Quotes:"Play a Higher Role, Serve a Higher Purpose Show Up for You And Show Up Big!" ~ Lori Anne"All of our Success Codes are already within us when we are born. We need to tap into ourselves and that success code to achieve our fullest potential. Let's work together so you can Soar to Success!" ~Lori Anne Please email us at HealthyLifestylewithLA@gmail.com Follow us on social media @healthylifestylewithLALinkswww.LDCStrategies.com@LDCStrategies (FB/IG))@Healthylifestylewithla (FB/IG)Our Goal at Healthy Lifestyle is to inspire, educate and empower you to fulfilling a healthy, emotional, spiritual and physical life, so you can feel empowered to live the life you have always wanted and dreamed. We are here to lift each other up with encouragement and positivity. To serve one another.ABOUT OUR HOST:Lori Anne De Iulio CasdiaLife & Business Transformational Success Coach & StrategistPersonal Development Coach#1 International Best Selling AuthorBusiness & Marketing Strategist & PositionerMotivational Speaker/Inspirational Speaker Founder of LDC StrategiesFounder of Monarch LuminariesFounder of Soar to Success ProgramMotivational Speaker/Inspirational SpeakerEmcee/ModeratorMaster Mindset MentorLaw of Attraction PractitionerCertified Herbalist Certified Aromatherapist Certified Life CoachCertified Kundalini Meditation Yoga CoachCertified H'oponopono PractitionerCertified Canfield Train the TrainerYoung Living Brand PartnerAwarded the 50 Top Most Influential Women in 2018Awarded Mentor of the Year 2020 Awarded Power Women of the East End 2022Nominated Bethpage Best of LI Best Business Coach 2021 & 2022Nominated Bethpage Best of LI Best Business Coach 2021, 2022 & 2023Who's Who of Professionals & Executives 2022Awarded Ones to Watch 2021 & 20222022 Women in Professional ServicesLet's talk! Book your appointment here: Chat with Lori AnneYou can also Listen to Healthy Lifestyle with Lori Anne on your favorite app: I Heart Media | iTunes (Apple Podcasts) | Google Podcasts | Spotify | Spreaker | Sound Cloud | TuneIn | YouTube

Barbara Ransome, Thoughtful Thursday Underwritten by https://www.guildhall.org/ (Guild Hall) The Port Jefferson Chamber of Commerce has been holding an Easter parade and egg hunt in the village for nearly three decades and Barbara Ransome of Port Jeff's Chamber of Commerce has held a very important role—wink wink—all 28 years. She said, weather permitting, all is set to go for this Sunday's free community event, which begins in front of Theatre Three on Main Street starting at noon and ends at the Port Jefferson Village Center. A 4,000-egg hunt begins at the Great Lawn at Harbourfront and Children's Park for children ages 2-8, as well as pictures with the Easter Bunny! For more information visit https://portjeffchamber.com/ (portjeffchamber.com). http://www.wayneescoffery.com/ (Wayne Escoffery), HOTsounds Underwritten by http://www.williamris.com/ (William RIS Gallery) Grammy-award winning saxophonist and instructor at the Yale School of Music, Wayne Escoffery talks Mingus amid Jazz Appreciation Month in which the man himself, Charles Mingus, would've turned 100 years old. He talks about performing with the Mingus Big Band, how the legendary jazz figure influenced him to continue reaching within himself and his music, as well as teaching students to hear before they play per the aural tradition of mentor Jackie McClean.

Boomer & Gio talk about the Mets and the health of Jacob DeGrom. Things feel stable with the Mets. Brand new owner willing to spend money, and an experienced manager in Buck Showalter. Caller doesn't like Boomer comparing Steve Cohen and James Dolan.

This week, Antonella and Emma discuss the inner-workings of Tik-Toks newest trend: Grunge Fairy...or is it Fairy grunge? If you're into leg warmers, peasant skirts, FKA Twigs or that 2003 sexually charged Peter Pan movie, check out this episode! Also, shout out to the town of Port Jeff. We discussed you and your stores (especially the former Tumi) a lot this week. Shout out to Mimi Wang, @silverdreeem on Instagram, for our new incidental music! Tracks featured: trial run - project_____ , X3, bells 2, and 抄送。

Have you been to a salt cave for energy healing? Take some time to quiet your mind and head to a salt cave center near you to manage your stress and tackle your body's inflammation!In this episode, I am so excited to be joined by Marcy Guzman. Marcy is the owner of the Port Jeff Salt Cave here on Long Island in New York. Marcy's healing center provides many services to customers such as salt cave sessions with meditation, cryo skin treatment, cryotherapy, detox rooms, healing rooms, various events, and Reiki certification. Coming to the salt cave has been one of my stress management tools and I encourage you to seek out a salt cave so you can understand the incredible benefits yourself. Throughout this episode, Marcy and I have a fantastic conversation that was actually recorded live from the salt cave at her healing center! Marcy talks about her perspective on the current state of the world, the energy of this year, how she became a Reiki Master teacher, the benefits of salt cave healing, and her journey to creating the Port Jeff Salt Cave. If you are in the Port Jeff area, you have to check out Marcy's salt cave center - you won't regret it. Tune in to Episode 41 of the Joy Found Here podcast to learn about the power of Reiki and salt cave healing from Marcy Guzman!In This Episode, You Will Learn:Marcy's thoughts about the energy of this year (3:25)Marcy's Reiki journey (19:39)When Marcy was introduced to salt cave healing (37:03)The other services Marcy offers through her center (55:18)The benefits of detoxing through salt caves (58:57)Connect with MarcyFacebookPort Jeff Salt Cave WebsiteLet's Connect:Website Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Spotlight on Long Island Schools - Port Jeff School District Week 1 2-12-22 by JVC Broadcasting

Spotlight on Long Island Schools - Port Jeff School District Week 2 2-19-22 by JVC Broadcasting

Chris and Molly read Infinite Jest, part 36. Pages 277-283. Don Gately farts at Ennet House. Tennis boys ride home from Port Jeff. Discussion starts at 29:20.

Carol and Ethel discuss TikTok, gastrointestinal health, and Port Wash vs. Port Jeff.

Mike and Pete talk with the east end posse of Long Island breweries, heavy hitters Montauk Brewing Co, Port Jeff Brewery and Long Ireland Brewery. Vaughan, Mike, Greg and Scott talk Long Island beer making. We take calls and hear from some of our listeners. Govsradio.com

In our third trip to Port Jeff Brewing Co. we're drinking some recent special bottle releases. We also discuss childhood memories of bar mitzvahs, artificial reefs and Long Ireland's Pintwood Derby Winter Edition. The post Episode 73: Port Jeff Brewing Company – Volume 3 appeared first on Beertastic Voyage Podcast.

The hosts take another crack at Port Jeff Brewing Company. We discuss how much a barrel changes the flavor of a beer, how much we love Ramen and beer induced hibernation. The post Episode 29: Port Jeff Brewing Company – Volume 2 appeared first on Beertastic Voyage Podcast.

Curious about the craft beer scene in Middle East? This week on Beer Sessions Radio, Jimmy Carbone is joined in the studio by Mazen Hajjar, the brewer behind Lebanon’s 961 Beer. Hear what the typical Lebanese beer enthusiast drinks, and learn why Mazen decided to grow 961 Beer and distribute internationally. Jimmy is also talking with a wide variety of Long Island Brewers. Mike Philporick of Port Jeff, Greg Martin of Long Ireland, and Curt Potter of Blue Point Brewing Company are in the house talking about a Long Island collaboration beer, Surge Protector IPA. Surge Protector is a benefit beer for victims of Hurricane Sandy on Long Island, and for Barrier Brewing based in New York. Wendy Littlefield from Vanberg & DeWulf calls in to talk about New York’s Coast to Coast Toast! Craig Flymark also calls in to talk about Barrier’s brews post-Hurricane Sandy. The studio’s packed on this week’s Beer Sessions Radio; tune in! This program has been brought to you by GreatBrewers.com. “Sometimes we get to the point where we try to push the IBUs and do all this crazy stuff, but we forget the basics. If we don’t make drinkable beers, we’re failing the consumer.” [35:00] “The more beers out there, good beers- the more converts we will get.” [42:00] — Mazen Hajjar on Beer Sessions Radio

Four hungry men and their story.

It's the question that all people asked who heard the very first sermon preached by someone other than Jesus on the day of Pentecost. Peter preached and at the end of his sermon the people were moved by the Holy Spirit, and cried out, "What shall we do?" Today's message will be practical, on "How to share the Gospel of Jesus Christ."

The cosmic Church, the whole thing, the Church.

Pulled From the Pit Ministries' Michael Trzcienski speaks.

"I think most of us would agree with Habakkuk that God did some pretty amazing things a long time ago. But the prophetic Word I hear in this is the urgent yearning and pleading for the Lord to do what He did then - NOW, in our lives today! This a recurring theme throughout the Bible. One of my favorite verses is Psalm 46, 'God is our refuge and strength; a very present help in times of trouble.'"

The road to Emmaus.

I am eager to continue with you, our journey in reaching for faith and trust and belief in God like never before! We're going to look at the well-known Bible story of a poor widow and her son who were in a desperate situation. Impoverished with no income, no husband, seemingly nowhere to go for help and the creditor was coming to take her two children. It was a bleak picture. The Prophet Elisha showed up and asked her what she had. "Only a small jar of oil." "Go borrow as many vessels as you can and pour this oil out..." What happens? What are the lessons of this amazing story for our lives today? I am so eager to preach Sunday's message, "Hinds feet on High Places - Trusting God Despite the Circumstances of Your Life!" The text is short, 1 Kings 4:1-7.

A life that God rewards.

Servants of the King, sermon. Ending song by Gary Davis.

God's Strength and Power in Your Inner Being!

Contending for the Faith

In the fullness of time - Christmas, the perfect timing of God and the set up for Jesus' birth.

Man goes out into a field, finds buried treasure. The shortest recorded parable with a very big, powerful message.

Jesus shows mercy to a woman caught in the act of sin.

The second touch of Jesus.

God so loved the world that he gave His only son.

Father and son speak about the Father and Son.

Why should we worry when we do not have to?

Jesus calls His witnesses.

Fellowship of the Burning Heart message given May 1st.

The story of Jesus riding into Jerusalem.

Nicodemus in a tree story.

Matthew: The Corrupt Money Changer Transformed to the Disciple who wrote the Book of Matthew

A unique presentation of Jesus calling Peter in a way said to resonate with both old and young.

Second message in the Building Our Lives on Christ series. Given by Ryan Paige.