Watching the Bride and Groom run through the wedding rehearsal, I can tell how much they are in love. Despite the pressures of planning a wedding, they smile at each other, while holding hands. That is what true love looks like. I remember that feeling, and I also know something these two lovebirds don’t. Sometimes true love runs out.
During the rehearsal dinner, the Best Man stands up and relates the story of how the Bride and Groom first met. A blind date that neither of them expected would go anywhere. That is until the Groom took his future bride to a quiet club in the downtown district. For the next several hours, they let the sounds of the house band drift over them as they talked about everything. According to the Best Man, the Groom returned to their shared apartment at the end of the night and told him, “I’ve met my future wife.”
That of course got the whole room clapping, and more than a few women were crying, including myself. I wasn’t crying at the beauty of the story, although it was beautiful. No, I was crying because I had my own love story, but it ended differently.
Instead of a random blind date, my story starts with my job, and the man who trained me. Vince Teague patiently and thoroughly walked me through every step of computer installation. After two years of working side-by-side, we could anticipate each other’s thoughts. We worked so well together, that we always got the toughest off-site builds.
“Jenna!” Vince yelled in the computer center, “What is the mainframe saying now?”
I looked at the monitor, filled with error messages, all with the code NGWPN824.
“Same crazy code, I’m afraid!” I yelled back. It baffled me and Vince to no end. We’d been on site for three days, and could not solve this problem. I was at the point of looking for any out of the box solution, when I saw something strange in the computer racks.
I leaned down, and pointed at the small white box, “What is that?”
“What is what?” Vince asked, his exhaustion making him cranky.
I grabbed his face and pointed it at it again, “That white box. Is that a router? What would that be doing there?”
Vince finally saw it and climbed halfway into the rack, picking the box up, “What the hell is a Net Gear wireless router doing in this rack?” he asked rhetorically. “And look at this, someone has everything running through it. No wonder we’re getting an error. That little $30 router can’t handle all of our tech!”
With that, Vince disconnected the router, and rerouted the cables going through it.
“Jenna, hit the reset.” I did, and five minutes later, the new operating system was humming.
Vince walked over and enveloped me in a big hug. At first, I didn’t react, but then his scent enveloped me as much as his arms did. My arms reached around his back and it felt so good. We stood like that for five minutes, but it wasn’t long enough for me. Eventually, I raised my head from his chest and looked into his eyes. He had a shocked look on his face, like he just realized I was a woman.
“Damn,” he said as he moved his arms up and down my back, “you feel good.”
I smiled up at him, “I think we both really enjoyed that. Is that the first time we‘ve done that?”
“Yep, and I feel very cheated,” he said.
I put my head back on his chest, breathing in his aroma once again, and slowly moving my hands down to grasp his butt cheeks, “So do I, but I will make it up to you, I promise”
At that he quickly let go of me, turned around and started gathering his tools. I was stunned.
“What, did I do something wrong?” I asked.
He stopped, and looked at me with a goofy grin on his face, “No! Not at all! I just want to get cleaned up so we can get out of here and fulfill that promise!”
The drive to our hotel wasn’t a long one, but it was filled with tension, and I inadvertently added to it.
“Vince,” I said, as I played with the hem of my dress, “do you think this is the right thing to do? I don’t want to mess up our friendship.”
He looked at me quickly, his eyes first wide with fear that I was having second thoughts. By the time he looked back at the road, sympathy had replaced fear.
“Jenna, if you don’t want to do this, I won’t force you,” he said, “but I promise you that I will be your friend for as long as you’ll have me. We already have an emotional attraction, and we have just now realized we share a physical attraction. I think if we don’t explore that, it may fester, and I believe that could be more harmful than sharing some intimacy.”
I reached out for his right hand on the gear shift and squeezed it, “I like the way you explain it, Vince. Just do me a favor and don’t get in a hurry. It’s been a while for me.”
He smiles, “No problem, Beautiful.”
The bed was soft beneath my body. I kissed him longingly and ran my hand over his firm, bare chest. We sat next to each other on the bed and I looked into his eyes as we pulled away. The fireplace glowed, and my heart raced, and that’s all right. He looked back at me longingly, told me that I’m beautiful and for the first time in my life I feel like I am.
It doesn’t matter how we met or why we’re here or how long it’s been. In this moment, we were together. He gently brushed the hair from my face and fixed it behind my ear. He kissed me on the forehead and told me again that I’m beautiful. I felt an incredible sense of trust and closeness as he kissed my cheek. I told him that I’m ready, and he said, “We’ll just start off slow, okay?”
I nodded and kissed him on the mouth. I stood up and glided the dress over my head and off my body. I stood a few feet away from the bed wearing only a bra and panties waiting, not so much for his approval, but for the next sweet thing I know would come from this gentle man.
He let his shirt drop from his arms and stood up. He looked me up and down and said, “You are...” he took a deep breath, “perfect.” He pulled me into his arms and held me close. He kept his eyes open as he kissed me. “I just want to breathe you in,” he said.
I unhook my bra and let it fall to the floor. He started to unzip his pants, but I told him, “Wait.” He didn’t say anything; he just let his arms drop and gave me a comforting nod. I told him to sit down on the bed. He complied, looking at me with a warm look, not pressuring, not insisting, just a pure look of excitement as he wondered where we go from here.
I knelt between his knees and popped the top button of his pants. His zipper was most of the way down, but I finished its journey. He lifted himself lightly as I pulled the fabric down his legs. I kissed the tops of his legs and slipped his black underwear down. He’s obviously anticipating what I would do next, so I didn’t make him wait. I took his purpose into my mouth and moved my fingernails delicately over the firm muscles of his legs. He ran his fingers through my hair, softly playing with it as he let out a peaceful sigh.
The room went quiet except for the sounds of our breathing and the light crackle of my warm gateway welcoming his entrance to the center of my speech. I softly pressed my tongue against him and he held my hands, now on either side of him. He coaxed me up and told me to get comfortable. I laid flat on the bed and allowed my arms to drift above my head.
The backs of his fingers stroked my legs as he slowly pulled my panties down. He set them on the floor at the foot of the bed and kissed my feet. He kissed every part of my legs, on his way upward. He didn’t stop where I thought he was going and continued to leave a trail of damp caresses. My skin felt almost pulled to his lips, and everywhere he touched became a new erogenous zone. He kissed my abdomen, leaving a short puff of air behind each spot, cooling and activating my warm body.
He worked his way between my supple mounds and kissed them lightly, saving the summits for last. He kissed my collar bones and the sinews at the base of my neck. He took my hand again and kissed it. He kissed my arm slowly and methodically, leaving no portion untouched as he worked his way to one shoulder, across my upper chest and down the other arm. When he came to the other hand, he took one of my fingers in his mouth and softly sucked on it. He placed my hands to rest on my stomach, and he kissed my neck again. He worked his way to my mouth, and by the time he got there, I pulled the back of his head close, sealing our lips together. He massaged my tongue with the tip of his, and when he pulled away we’re both smiling.
He kissed down the center line of my body from the notch above my chest to my sternum. He kissed between my breasts and down to my navel, all the way down to the sacred petals below. He kissed my inner thigh and I trembled with ecstasy as he kissed my pink tourmaline. His thick tongue stirred the bud of my calla lily, and my body vibrated with a pleasured hum. He adored my lifted bump, bringing me through the paths of the Elysian Fields, and my hands had their own direction over every part of my body, already motivated by his thorough caress.
My legs shuddered as he worked that firm finger into me, pressing lightly on my hidden place. He kissed the insides of my thighs, and I tried to tell him something, but it came out in hushed tones as there was no more reason or need for spoken language. I opened my legs even more, inviting him inside, showing the yearning of my body to encompass his.
He left my moist bit with a flourish and slowly crawled forward. I took his sun in my hand and guided it into my eclipsed moon. He laid his body on top of mine, and I drew him closer, our skin creating a synergy that invigorated all of the senses. There’s the light patting of rain on the outside of the window, but he was warm in my arms and in my body.
The light of the fire danced on the walls, and gave his silhouette a radiance that’s almost too much to take in. He rocked gently back and forth, in and out, kissing me deeply on the lips, and this was the first time that I can say that this felt like making love. I had sex, even fucked more than once, but as his eyes penetrated my being, so he penetrated my body.
I smiled and took him all in. I lifted my lower body as he placed a hand at my side. His arm surrounded me, and I lifted my upper body as he placed his other hand to the side of my breast. He embraced me now as I embraced him, my legs wrapped around, and we were conjoined in every way possible. His breath passed over the side of my neck, and my skin came alive. I grasped him tightly as he filled me, breathing heavily. His words came to me as a beautiful song whose lyrics I hadn’t yet unlocked.
I smiled a big smile and with the slightest of turns, he responded and we rolled over. I gave him one more tight embrace, and I pulled my arms from under him. His legs were together, and I worked myself to my knees, being sure to keep him in me always. I knelt and my body was straight up as I used only my hips, but explored every bit of our unification. He grew inside me and into me, and everything became blurry as the moments grew quicker.
I put my hands behind me and set them on his strong legs, and I melted over him. His eyes were heavy with pleasure, and we were both sweating. I told him that I wanted him to experience the world with me in this moment and tonight. Time slipped away, and he ran his hand over my chest. He set it between my breasts and slowly pulled it down, feeling my muscles tighten and release with every motion of my body.
I saw him growing close, but I wanted to savor the moment, so I asked him if he’s familiar with the goddess of the Kama Sutra.
He responds saying, “What do you mean?”
A smile crossed my face, and I extended my arms toward him. He took my hands and sat up. I told him to sit straight, and I wrapped my legs behind his back, still sitting up and our bodies came together. He was so deep within me that we both gasped a bit, but the building tension within him was quieted for a moment, and mine was just starting to open its mouth. He held me close at first, and then with the discovery that we were now completely unfettered, he kissed the star drops of my breast.
I waved my hips backward and forward, claiming the prize so deep inside. He whispered something in my ear, and I kissed him on the mouth. I smiled and put one arm over his shoulder; with my other hand I gathered my hair. His arms were around my lower back and he kissed my neck. I lowered my head to kiss his lips. He dragged his fingertips like a tiny spider-leg motion up and down my back, pressing lightly into my skin.
I straightened my back, encouraging him to kiss the spot between my breasts. I leaned back finally, a bit at first to kiss his lips, and then ultimately all the way back on the bed. I asked him if he’d read about the climbing ivy, and a smile of recognition comes over his lips. I lifted both of my legs and allowed him to guide them together, one hand on my knees, the other on my ankles. I gave myself over to him with a vital trust.
He entered to the point we had already traveled, and slowly, marvelously worked himself farther. He was in control now, and he proved worthy of the responsibility. He found a perfect depth, just before it would begin to hurt and made that his point of return. My fingertips touched his leg above the knee, and he ebbed and flowed, the sun enlightening the moon.
He kept one of his arms around my legs and with the other, he reached forward, pressing his palm lightly onto my chest. With one finger, he made a spiral on my sensitive ring. He started with one and then the other. I directed one hand through the thin area between my legs and rested my hand on my gem, his motion providing everything I needed to stimulate the sensitive area. I trembled with pleasure and anticipation, and I was so close to overflowing.
He attentively pulled my legs slightly apart, granting me better access, and he smiled as the stirrings begin to arise within me. I felt as if I’m carried away on the wind, tethered only by his root as the bed seemed to disappear beneath me. I looked him hard in the eyes and grit my teeth, my mouth pushed partially open. He smiled and I lifted my head upward, breathing heavily. I looked at him with intensity, but it was not long before my expression softened and the powerful waves coursed throughout my body. I am tremulous, and I released all of the tension in my body in currents of dizzying heat.
His eyes disappeared into milky shadows, and I felt his warmth spread within me as my pinnacle fully landed. His eyes moved forward again and focused on mine, and his look was one of pleading, or liberation. He kept his momentum and didn’t stray beyond his depth, and my hands almost seemed to vibrate as the torrent ran through my veins. My heart was pounding so quickly, and I could feel the pulse in his hands as he carefully lowered my legs to his side, and collapsed next to me, holding me close as he kissed the back of my shoulder.
We fell asleep that way, our bodies tangled, but when I woke up in the morning, Vince was gone. I looked at the clock on the table next to the bed, and saw that it was five in the morning. I assumed he went back to his room to pack for the return trip home. I got up and went into the shower, still enjoying the smell of him on my body. As I let the hot water cascade over my breasts, I wondered if Vince would be daring enough to try getting frisky on the plane? I even wondered if he would want to go to the wedding I was in that weekend. We could have an amazing time after the service. I had a little bottle of lube that would let us take our lovemaking to the next level. The thought put a smile on my face and made me get ready much faster.
Thirty minutes later I was knocking on his door. He opened it, but didn’t look happy to see me. He just asked if I was ready to go and when I said yes, he walked out of the room and down the hall away from me. I didn’t understand why he was being so cold, but didn’t ask him right then. Instead I just followed him out to the car.
During the drive to the airport and even through the security check in, Vince didn’t say a single word to me. He barely even gave me a glance. When we got to the gate and I sat down, he finally uttered those infamous three words.
“About last night,” he said, looking down at his feet, “Jenna, I think it was a mistake.”
I was stunned, “Why, Vince? Did you not enjoy yourself, cause I sure did. You made me feel amazing.”
Vince shuffled his feet like a teenage boy ashamed of himself, “I loved every second of it, and that’s the problem. I have a girlfriend.”
Now it was my turn to be shocked. He had never talked about a girlfriend before. Then I got another shock.
“I told her this morning what happened last night, and she’s forbidden me from seeing you ever again,” he couldn’t even look at me when he said it.
“What about always being friends?” I asked, as I stood up and poked him in the chest.
He went red in the face, “I’m sorry.”
“What about at work? Are you going to wear a blindfold?”
“I don’t know, I guess I’ll have to ask the boss to reassign me,” he muttered.
I was livid by this point, “Good! Because at this point, I don’t want to be seen with such a spineless ass like you.” And with that, I walked up to the airline ticket agent at the gate and asked if there was anyway to get a seat far away from Vince. Lucky for me, and for Vince, the airline found me a different seat.
During the entire flight, I kept reliving the fight with Vince. I couldn’t believe a man who brought me such pleasure one day, could disappoint me so much more the next. When the plane landed, I rushed off, never looking back at him. There was nothing but sadness behind me, and I wanted to put as distance between me and it as possible. Besides, I had a wedding to go to, and that always put me in a great mood.
––––––––
The ceremony is beautiful, but it doesn’t make me feel any better about my love life. Being a bridesmaid, again, is just starting to get annoying. I stay for the reception as every bridesmaid should, although I feel rather silly in the pink, poufy prom dress that the insecure bride picked out to make herself look better by comparison. Even though the reception is in a hotel, it looks like my little bottle of lube is going to unused yet again. I swear, if I ever get married, I’m going to have all of my bridesmaids wear whatever the hell they want. I don’t even care about a color scheme. This is brutal.
I finish my steak, and head over to the bar. The one good thing about this wedding is that all of the liquor is free. I order a shot of whatever’s strongest and a cherry soda with which to chase it. I look out over all of the smiling faces. None of which, by the way, belong to any of us wearing these terrible garments. The best man had caught my eye earlier, but I think he’s hitting on one of the other bridesmaids. He hasn’t stopped hanging around her all day.
Some nineteen year old kid walks up to me as I’m standing at the bar and says, “You look lonely.”
I take my shot and say, “Yep.”
“Would you like to talk? I know that these things can be difficult sometimes.”
You’ve got to be kidding me. “I’m fine,” I say. “Thank you though, you’re very sweet.”
He blushes lightly and says, “Well, I think it’s important that we look out for each other.”
“We?”
“Lonely people like us.”
The kid’s not bad, but he’s a kid, so I can’t help being a little creeped out. “You’re a very nice boy, but I think I’d rather be alone right now.”
His head lowers and he says, “Okay.” He’s laying it on a bit thick. “Hey, can I ask you a favor?”
“What’s that?” I ask, and order another drink.
“Do you think that you could order me one of those? I haven’t had a drink all day, and it’s murder. I’m getting the shakes over here.”
I start laughing, but the kid’s serious. My laughter stops, and I start to feel a little bad for him. To be so young and already be an alcoholic... I tell him, “Aren’t you a little young to be drinking?”
“I’m nineteen! I’ve just got to get by, you know? Get back to baseline. What do you say? Will you help a guy out?”
Don’t get me wrong, I do feel bad for him, but I’m not going to risk getting arrested just to help this kid stave off withdrawal. I say, “I’m sorry, bud. Good luck.” I walk away. I wait until he’s moved on to another bridesmaid, likely pulling the same “You look lonely” crap, and I head back to the bar. I order one more drink and I look at the clock behind the bartender. The reception is scheduled to last for another hour, and I’m ready to shoot myself.
I’m still standing at the bar, and the best man walks over. We exchange pleasantries, and he asks me the one question that I didn’t expect from him. “Are you here with anybody?”
I stand quietly for a moment. Finally, I say, “No.”
“Does that mean that you’re single?”
“I thought you were chatting up that other bridesmaid,” I say dismissively. “Did she shoot you down or something?” The man laughs, and I start to feel self-conscious. “What?”
“That bridesmaid that I’ve been,” he actually does air quotes, “chatting up is my sister. She’s a friend of the bride and asked me if I’d come to the wedding with her.”
I laugh and put a hand on his chest saying, “Oh my god! I was looking you up and down through the whole wedding, but when I saw you hanging around her so much, I thought you two were married or something!” As soon as the words leave my mouth, I wish I had them back. No such luck.
He chuckles and blushes a little. He says, “I was wondering why you changed tactics so drastically. I thought it was something out of Cosmo where women are encouraged to show an obvious interest at first and then act like they think you’re scum until you approach them.”
“Is that a real thing?” I ask with a laugh.
“I have no idea.”
The next thing I know, we’re in his room, tearing each other’s clothes off. I can’t get out of this puffy bit of cotton candy bullshit quickly enough. He’s halfway out of his tux coat, and I’m standing there in my bra and panties. I wait patiently for him to figure out his cufflinks and then I can’t wait any longer. I unbutton his shirt from the bottom while he undoes it from the top.
I kiss him on the lips, and his breath is sweet. We finally get his shirt off, and he’s wearing an undershirt. “Christ,” I say, grabbing the bottom of his shirt and peeling it over his head.
He chuckles and says, “Slow down, we have plenty of time.”
Fuck that. I undo his pants and push him onto the bed. I all but rip his pants off of him and his underwear with them. I reach a hand between his legs and I’m kissing him on the mouth. I feel him growing beneath my hand and I kiss my way down his chest. My lipstick comes off in little halos as I move farther down his body. I slip him into my mouth, being a little leery of sealing my lips around him, as I don’t want to run my mouth, hands and body over little red cock rings, so I leave my mouth open enough to clear his skin until I work my way to my stopping point. When my lips finally do seal over him, he arches his back and lets out a long, pleasant sigh.
I hold him in my mouth at this depth until I need to take a deeper breath, and I open my lips all the way, running the length of my tongue up the length of his cock. I tell him, “I want you to fuck me, and I want you to fuck me now.”
He pulls out a condom from the nightstand and slips it on himself. He’s careful. I like that. I remove my bra and panties and position myself on all fours and lift my butt, inviting him into my wetness. He slides himself inside of me, and I don’t mind having worn the dress. Not if this is where it led me. I wonder if that’s the perk of bridesmaids’ dresses. I wonder if the groomsmen know how ready we are to slip onto their meat as long as we can slip out of those hideous dresses. Regardless, I’m having the time of my life.
He says, “By the way, these rooms are sound-proof.”
I look behind myself to look at his face, and I’m skeptical as I ask, “Are you sure?”
He says, “Yeah. I fell asleep last night watching a movie with the volume way up, and the guy in the next room said that he didn’t hear a thing.”
I know where he’s going with this, but I’m not going to fake a porn moan just because I can. I lean into him as he pushes into me, his hands resting on the upper part of my butt. I tell him to spank me hard. He does, and I tell him, “Harder.” He smacks my ass again, and I say, “Harder!” He spanks me with such force that I come forward a little bit. The sting is still present, and I can still feel his hand on me, but I am so alive. “Now grab my hips and fuck me hard,” I say, “I mean hard.”
He works his hands around my hips, and slowly pushes himself all the way in. I’m about to ask him what he’s doing when he starts ramming me from behind. My breath comes out in intermittent bursts of oohs and ahs. My voice is up at least and octave, and I start my mantra of, “Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! Oh my god, yes!” and he fucks me so hard. I tell him to smack my ass again, and he slaps the other cheek, evening out the sensation, and I’m already about to come.
My legs start to shake, and in no time whatever, I’m gushing over his hard dick as he shoves himself into me so deep. The orgasm is visceral and I can’t quite catch my breath. He’s still going into me so hard, and I bury my face in the bed as I scream out. When I pull my face up, I tell him, “Grab my purse!”
He’s confused for a moment, but I repeat myself and he pulls out. He bends over to lift my purse, and he brings it to me. I reach inside and quickly produce the tiny bottle of lube. I knock the purse off the side of the bed and toss him the lube. I say, “I have a couple of rules,” I know this isn’t really sexy talk, but a girl’s got to make sure that things happen the way she wants them to. “Rule one, I’ll be on top, at least at first so I can control the speed and depth until I’m comfortable. Rule two, if I ask you to stop, you stop. Deal?”
“Sure,” he says, lying down on the bed. He’s stroking himself, keeping himself hard as he opens the bottle and dribbles a generous amount on his member. I smile and straddle him. I take the open bottle and drip a little between my cheeks, close the bottle, and toss it by my purse. I position myself, pussy forward, over his cock and as soon as his tip touches my starfish, my adrenaline surges. I lower myself slowly and carefully as he stretches my back door.
He’s all the way inside now, and I keep things slow for a minute, easing myself on and off of him until I’ve suitably adjusted to the pressure. He reaches a hand between my legs and rubs my clit. I’m leaned back pretty far and so he has total access to my core. I start to move more quickly now, feeling him inside my tight brass ring. I moan as he moves his other hand between my legs and slips a finger inside of my not-to-be-neglected wetness.
He rubs me as I hungrily grind his cock into my backdoor. It’s not something that I like every time, but it’s been a while, and damn it, I deserve some stress relief. The combination of stimuli and my own humming body make quick the path toward release. My legs start shaking, and he’s telling me to come. I feel the thick pressure from my starfish, an overpowering pulse as he strokes my g-spot, and those thin but strong jolts of electricity as his other hand rubs my clit, and I come so hard.
My whole body tightens and clenches, and I see his eyes go wide as I rock my body hard, tightly gripping his dick as I shatter the windows with my screaming orgasm. I pull one of my breasts up and inward, bracing myself against the hurricane inside of me and his eyes roll back into his head. My blood runs fast and hot, and my hair is sticking to me as I sweat. I scream out, “Fuck that tight ass. Oh my god, fuck me, baby. Fuck me!”
He keeps going strong until his own orgasm hits. I continue rocking my body onto his until both of our orgasms cease, and I slowly pull myself off of him. I collapse forward onto his chest and into his arms, and we lie there for a while in the afterglow.
I speak. “I guess the bride and groom don’t have all the fun, do they?”