Everything was coming along for what was to be my second best day ever, my wedding day. Some say how stressful and overwhelming it can be, but I was hoping to add it to my list of best days ever. Here I was with my best friend at our favorite tea shop; we prefer tea over coffee just to be a little eccentric in our own way. We had just finished a hot yoga class, so naturally, we ordered iced herbal teas.
"I'm so surprised at how well your wedding planning is going. You just make it seem so easy," Trinity was saying. I finished several gulps of my refreshing tea before responding.
"It does help to be marrying my childhood sweetheart. I've been dreaming and planning this for years now. Making it a reality is coming really easy because of that."
"True. It still feels sort of surreal."
"Also, it helps that his mom is picking up most of the loose ends like seating arrangements and her god awful forest of flowers, which for some reason I'm coming to terms with."
"You and George are the perfect match. It feels like a fairytale with the perfect fairy tale happily ever after wedding to boot."
"We are, aren't we," I gushed at my best friend's compliment. "I can't wait to see George later tonight. I can't stand being away from him. It's going to be so hard the first five years while we are working so hard to set up our careers."
"Ha! You two really are inseparable. Where is he taking you tonight?"
"The Red Vine. You know how he loves his wines."
"Oh my god! I have been trying to get a reservation there for me and Jordan. It's impossible without a three month wait."
"George's father is friends with the owner. Just let me know when you want to go, and I'll set it up."
"Seriously! You're amazing!"
"It pays to have a best friend with connections." I laugh and then finish off my drink before motioning for the check.
Trinity and I say our goodbyes and confirm our last-minute fittings and bridesmaid's brunch for the next day, and I head home to get washed and ready for my dinner with George. I drop my keys in the basket at the entrance, leave my water bottle and mat in the kitchen, and head to the master closet where I strip and head to the attached master bathroom. It's been four months since George placed that ring in my mouth, and it has been getting so much attention ever since. I place it in my little dish on my bathroom sink and start the shower.
I was washing my hair and thinking of all the wonders of my coming up wedding and getting shivers of excitement just thinking of it. I've even been super nauseous the closer it gets. I can't help but be overjoyed, and it's getting so close. I pick up the dress in two days and will stop for a doctor's appointment to help keep my nerves in check just a little bit longer. The wedding is in only two weeks.
I step out of the shower and towel my hair dry a bit, and wrap myself in a towel while I blow my hair dry and brush it out. Still thinking of everything and doing a mental check of everything on my list of to-dos for the fifteen-hundredth time. If it's going to make it to best-day-ever quality, I need to make sure everything is perfect. I toss my towels in the basket in the corner of the bathroom, put my ring back on, and make my way back to my very large closet, where I pull out my black backless dress and strappy red heels. I hang the dress on the back of the door and set the shoes near my vanity stool, then pull out a pair of my sexiest panties and a matching bra.
That's when I notice George standing at the doorway watching me. I pad over to him with a smile, and even though my thin as a board figure is 5'9, I still need to need to stand on tiptoes as I reach up for a kiss. He smiles against my mouth and wraps his arm around my bare waist to pull me in closer.
"You couldn't be sexier than you are right now wearing our ring on your promised finger and nothing else," He whispers in a voice that says he wants to do very naughty things and makes my whole body flush.
"Show me what you mean," I whisper back and am immediately picked up and placed on the bed as he spreads my legs and positions himself between them. He grins up at me the begins to taste my heart and desire.
Like I said, we are inseparable. Two or maybe three orgasms later, he finally lets me go only so he can get ready for our dinner.
"We will finish this later," he promises before heading to the shower. I sigh and lie there before finally getting up and putting on my panties and bra, and getting my hair into a complicated and sexy bun. I promise you there is such a thing.
Then I slip into my incredibly steamy black dress. It fell to just below my knees with a plunging neckline and a nonexistent back. I add a simple thin gold chain necklace with a single diamond stud attached and my matching gold chain dangle earrings with studded diamonds.
I had just finished putting on my shoes when I heard George grunt from the doorway of our closet.
"Maybe later should be now," He said in a low voice.
"Babe." I smirked at him then added, "I would love for later to be now, but we only have five minutes."
"Then let's not waste time." And in three steps, he had crossed the room and pinned me to the wall, kissing me, devouring my mouth as though he were a starved animal that just claimed its hunt. He pulled the skirt of my dress up to my waist and undid his pants in record time, and was inside me. My head went back against the wall as he pumped in and out and kissed his way down my neck before pulling my right breast out and devouring it as well. I was still on top of the world from earlier and it took no time for me to reach ecstasy with him cumming inside me shortly after.
We paused there for a moment, not moving, him still inside me, just panting and calming down to ready ourselves for dinner. He reached over to the vanity table and pulled out a couple of tissues from my box, and cleaned us both up as he pulled out. He adjusted and fastened his pants, then shrugged on his suit jacket as I readjusted my breast and smoothed out my dress.
"Later." was all he said and we headed out for dinner.
The next day at my fitting, the designer said I had gained a couple of centimeters in which I would still fit in the dress, but it would be a tight fit. He suggested I try to lose a pound or two but was sufficient with my fitting and said he would make a couple of small adjustments just in case and wrap my dress and the maid of honor's dress and have them ready for pick up the next day.Our brunch went well and almost qualified as best day number two, but I was so anticipating the wedding day to take that spot it overshadowed the idea that the brunch could. It was called the bridesmaid's brunch, but my mother and soon-to-be-mother-in-law were there as well as some aunts from both sides, cousins and a couple of female friends. It was a lady's event, and we had a blast. It ended with both mothers giving gifts to everyone. Spa day certificates from my mom, whose best friend owned a spa. And shopping cards, good for $1000 for each of us from George's mom, whose husb
I woke up the next morning to my alarm. I was in bed. George had taken my shoes off and carried me to bed. I had slept through the rest of the night without so much as a stir. George's side of the bed was empty, and he had made it up around me before going for his morning run and heading into work. He, too, had scheduled his workdays to coincide with mine one week before the wedding. He would take two weeks off before beginning the intense run up the ladder his father had in store for him.I smiled sleepily before stretching and making my side of the bed. I went into the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee that George had put on before leaving. Then I went to work. I worked at a high-end fashion boutique where I was given the opportunity to sit in with the buyer and do a little bit of shadowing when business permitted it. Today was not one of those days. The fall season had been in full swing with a rush of customers sending assistants to pick up new wardrobe changes before th
I didn't talk to George that night. I finished work and went home and made dinner with him. We talked about his day at work, my day at work sans the doctor call, and getting some new swimsuits for our honeymoon. He wanted to make a day of it. Saturday, we would carve a few hours to go shopping together for whatever we needed for our honeymoon.I didn't mention the baby to George as he made love to me that night. I thought about all those times we had made love in the past few months and how we were inseparable; we couldn't keep our hands off each other.I was trying to remember when I actually had my period last. The doctor said I was seven weeks along. So my last period would have had to have been at least 2 months ago. How did that not raise a red flag? I had thought it was related to stress. It never dawned on me that I might be pregnant. It wasn't in the plan. We didn't plan to get pregnant until year six.George not
The next morning George woke me up with a kiss. He moved over my body and straddled me, and stared into my eyes. He was trying to read what was in there, and most of the time, he could, but I didn't even know what was in there. He dipped his head down and kissed me. It was a long kiss that had meaning behind it. Only I wasn't quite sure what the meaning was. He pulled my nighty over my head, leaving me in my panties.He kissed down my neck and between my breasts and kept looking into my eyes, trying to read my mind. Still getting nothing because nothing was in there but a jumbled-up mess. Maybe he could untangle it and then tell me what it was.He put a hand behind me and pulled my body up as his mouth claimed one, then the other of my breasts. I moaned, and he looked up again, peering into my soul. He dropped me to the bed and pulled off my panties. He pushed my pussy lips apart and dragged his thumb through my wetness and around my clit. A
My wedding day. I woke up before the sun, and my best friend Trinity was already at my apartment. I didn't have a ton of things to worry about. We had triple check our to-dos, and everything was in place. Now it was just getting ready and letting everything fall into place. I had a wedding planner just for the day of, so I didn't have to be overly stressed and could enjoy the day with my family and friends. All I had to do was show up to another best day ever.I went to my mom's friend's spa, and all of my bridesmaids, my mother, and my soon-to-be mother-in-law were all there, ready to get done up for the wedding.We headed to the salon area, which was closed off to our group, and we were treated with hot towels, mimosas, and mineral water. We were given face massages and prepped for make-up, mani-pedis, and aromatherapy to help relax us before the events of the day. They worked on our hair and make-up interchangeably, and we were thoroughly
I nervously took my father's arm as he walked me out into the backyard at my in-law's estate. It's okay to call them in-laws at this point, right? We walked across the yard and onto the pink rose petal make-shift carpet as peacocks wandered around in the flower jungle my mother-in-law had created. It was absolutely wonderful. I looked out at the crowd and could only see one face, George.With my father keeping me steady, which I was thankful for because whoever decided a backyard wedding would be a great idea in these heels needed to be shot. As I thought that I recalled, it was my idea. Well, shoot me now.George was the most handsome I had ever seen him in his white tux. I was so against white, but now seeing him in it, he looked like every prince charming I had ever read about. He had a light pink rose on his lapel, and his green eyes drew me in the closer I got. Everything else around me was a blur of faces and people. I couldn't believe
It was the best day ever. Or so I thought at the time. Just like our first date, George took me sailing. He had a picnic of delicacies set up for us. Wine and cheese with fresh fruit, oh, and those amazing crackers I could never get enough of. It was the perfect weather for it, just enough wind without overdoing it. The breeze kissed my skin, leaving goosebumps. I couldn't help but feel as though it were the best day ever. And he said all the right things, looked at me with those eyes, green my favorite color, that seemed to sparkle just so in the sunlight. I was a girl in romance heaven as he fed me grapes.Yes, literally, just like in those scenes where the queen is fanned by her subjects and fed grapes. I was his queen, and I chuckled a little at the thought of it. Just when I thought it couldn't possibly get any better, I dreamily opened my lips to another grape and felt something cold, hard, and much thinner than a grape. George laughed softly as my lips cl
I nervously took my father's arm as he walked me out into the backyard at my in-law's estate. It's okay to call them in-laws at this point, right? We walked across the yard and onto the pink rose petal make-shift carpet as peacocks wandered around in the flower jungle my mother-in-law had created. It was absolutely wonderful. I looked out at the crowd and could only see one face, George.With my father keeping me steady, which I was thankful for because whoever decided a backyard wedding would be a great idea in these heels needed to be shot. As I thought that I recalled, it was my idea. Well, shoot me now.George was the most handsome I had ever seen him in his white tux. I was so against white, but now seeing him in it, he looked like every prince charming I had ever read about. He had a light pink rose on his lapel, and his green eyes drew me in the closer I got. Everything else around me was a blur of faces and people. I couldn't believe
My wedding day. I woke up before the sun, and my best friend Trinity was already at my apartment. I didn't have a ton of things to worry about. We had triple check our to-dos, and everything was in place. Now it was just getting ready and letting everything fall into place. I had a wedding planner just for the day of, so I didn't have to be overly stressed and could enjoy the day with my family and friends. All I had to do was show up to another best day ever.I went to my mom's friend's spa, and all of my bridesmaids, my mother, and my soon-to-be mother-in-law were all there, ready to get done up for the wedding.We headed to the salon area, which was closed off to our group, and we were treated with hot towels, mimosas, and mineral water. We were given face massages and prepped for make-up, mani-pedis, and aromatherapy to help relax us before the events of the day. They worked on our hair and make-up interchangeably, and we were thoroughly
The next morning George woke me up with a kiss. He moved over my body and straddled me, and stared into my eyes. He was trying to read what was in there, and most of the time, he could, but I didn't even know what was in there. He dipped his head down and kissed me. It was a long kiss that had meaning behind it. Only I wasn't quite sure what the meaning was. He pulled my nighty over my head, leaving me in my panties.He kissed down my neck and between my breasts and kept looking into my eyes, trying to read my mind. Still getting nothing because nothing was in there but a jumbled-up mess. Maybe he could untangle it and then tell me what it was.He put a hand behind me and pulled my body up as his mouth claimed one, then the other of my breasts. I moaned, and he looked up again, peering into my soul. He dropped me to the bed and pulled off my panties. He pushed my pussy lips apart and dragged his thumb through my wetness and around my clit. A
I didn't talk to George that night. I finished work and went home and made dinner with him. We talked about his day at work, my day at work sans the doctor call, and getting some new swimsuits for our honeymoon. He wanted to make a day of it. Saturday, we would carve a few hours to go shopping together for whatever we needed for our honeymoon.I didn't mention the baby to George as he made love to me that night. I thought about all those times we had made love in the past few months and how we were inseparable; we couldn't keep our hands off each other.I was trying to remember when I actually had my period last. The doctor said I was seven weeks along. So my last period would have had to have been at least 2 months ago. How did that not raise a red flag? I had thought it was related to stress. It never dawned on me that I might be pregnant. It wasn't in the plan. We didn't plan to get pregnant until year six.George not
I woke up the next morning to my alarm. I was in bed. George had taken my shoes off and carried me to bed. I had slept through the rest of the night without so much as a stir. George's side of the bed was empty, and he had made it up around me before going for his morning run and heading into work. He, too, had scheduled his workdays to coincide with mine one week before the wedding. He would take two weeks off before beginning the intense run up the ladder his father had in store for him.I smiled sleepily before stretching and making my side of the bed. I went into the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee that George had put on before leaving. Then I went to work. I worked at a high-end fashion boutique where I was given the opportunity to sit in with the buyer and do a little bit of shadowing when business permitted it. Today was not one of those days. The fall season had been in full swing with a rush of customers sending assistants to pick up new wardrobe changes before th
The next day at my fitting, the designer said I had gained a couple of centimeters in which I would still fit in the dress, but it would be a tight fit. He suggested I try to lose a pound or two but was sufficient with my fitting and said he would make a couple of small adjustments just in case and wrap my dress and the maid of honor's dress and have them ready for pick up the next day.Our brunch went well and almost qualified as best day number two, but I was so anticipating the wedding day to take that spot it overshadowed the idea that the brunch could. It was called the bridesmaid's brunch, but my mother and soon-to-be-mother-in-law were there as well as some aunts from both sides, cousins and a couple of female friends. It was a lady's event, and we had a blast. It ended with both mothers giving gifts to everyone. Spa day certificates from my mom, whose best friend owned a spa. And shopping cards, good for $1000 for each of us from George's mom, whose husb
Everything was coming along for what was to be my second best day ever, my wedding day. Some say how stressful and overwhelming it can be, but I was hoping to add it to my list of best days ever. Here I was with my best friend at our favorite tea shop; we prefer tea over coffee just to be a little eccentric in our own way. We had just finished a hot yoga class, so naturally, we ordered iced herbal teas."I'm so surprised at how well your wedding planning is going. You just make it seem so easy," Trinity was saying. I finished several gulps of my refreshing tea before responding."It does help to be marrying my childhood sweetheart. I've been dreaming and planning this for years now. Making it a reality is coming really easy because of that.""True. It still feels sort of surreal.""Also, it helps that his mom is picking up most of the loose ends like seating arrangements and her god awful forest of f
It was the best day ever. Or so I thought at the time. Just like our first date, George took me sailing. He had a picnic of delicacies set up for us. Wine and cheese with fresh fruit, oh, and those amazing crackers I could never get enough of. It was the perfect weather for it, just enough wind without overdoing it. The breeze kissed my skin, leaving goosebumps. I couldn't help but feel as though it were the best day ever. And he said all the right things, looked at me with those eyes, green my favorite color, that seemed to sparkle just so in the sunlight. I was a girl in romance heaven as he fed me grapes.Yes, literally, just like in those scenes where the queen is fanned by her subjects and fed grapes. I was his queen, and I chuckled a little at the thought of it. Just when I thought it couldn't possibly get any better, I dreamily opened my lips to another grape and felt something cold, hard, and much thinner than a grape. George laughed softly as my lips cl