An Encounter At A Wedding

Author's Preface: Everyone in this story is eighteen years old or older. The story is entirely fictional. Any similarities to real people or events are purely coincidental. Constructive comments are always welcome.

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An Encounter at a Wedding - Adam meets someone new after his divorce

Adam had to go to a wedding but didn't want to. He wasn't even sure why he'd been invited. The groom must have wanted him there. They were roommates in college and had remained fairly good friends, although they didn't talk much. He didn't even know about the engagement.

A wedding was the last place Adam wanted to be. He'd been depressed after his divorce and hadn't been out with a woman since then. He didn't know anyone to take with him. A wedding without a date was torture. But the groom had invited him, so he was stuck. He'd go stag and leave as quickly as he could.

He skipped the service. A wedding service would bring back too many memories he wasn't ready to deal with, but he did go to the reception. It was in a huge old, three-story restored house, now used for parties and weddings.

Adam found a table near the back. He sat there depressed, watching people laughing and dancing. He regretted being there, especially by himself.

He wanted to find the groom, congratulate him, and then leave. He spotted the bride but not the groom. A bridesmaid headed in his direction. She was young and beautiful. He'd heard that the bridesmaids wore ugly dresses so the bride would stand out as the most beautiful woman at the wedding. If that's what they were going for, they blew it. The woman approaching him had a light blue, floor-length, chiffon dress with a flowy skirt and a deep V-neck. As she walked, her skirt opened on the side exposing her long slender leg. As she got closer, Adam realized that she wasn't just coming in his direction, she was coming towards him.

She stopped in front of him, put her hand out, and said, "Dance with me." The band was playing a nice slow song. He stood up, took her hand, and led him to the dance floor.

As they danced, she asked, "Can you tell me something?"

"Anything," he said, entranced by her beauty.

"Why did Patty dump you?"

Patty was his ex-wife. "Where did you hear that?" he asked, confused at being jolted back into the reality of his life.

"Bridesmaids talk."

"What? I'm confused."

"You skipped the service, didn't you?" She laughed. "You're not supposed to do that."

"You caught me," he confessed. "Do I know you?"

"Not yet," she said sweetly. "So, you don't know your ex-wife, Patty, is the maid of honor?"

"No," he said in a panicked voice. "I've got to get out of here."

She held him there and asked, "Why? She knows you're here; she pointed you out to us. If you leave, she wins."

"Are you here as her spy?"

"No," she laughed. "When I saw you, I thought you were cute. I don't have a date, so I thought I'd introduce myself. Hi, I'm Jena, the bride's sister. I hate being at weddings alone. Will you be my date?"

"Would I rather dance with a gorgeous woman or sit alone watching other people have fun? I'd love to be your date, and may I say you look stunning."

"Thank you, you're such a gentleman," she said. "It doesn't bother you that Patty's here?"

"No, but I don't want to talk to her," he said and paused. "Did she say anything about our divorce?"

"I'm not your spy either and I don't know much anyway," she said. "Patty whined about you and the divorce at the bachelorette party last night, but I didn't listen. I hate it when women whine like that."

"Then how do you know I didn't dump her?"

"She's here with a date and you've just met your date." She smiled enchantingly.

"I guess you already know, I'm Adam."

"Pleased to meet you, Adam. It's nice to put a name to a handsome face. I've heard about you for a long time and I'm glad we finally met. You do know your ex-wife and my sister have been friends forever?"

"I knew they were friends in college, but I didn't know they stayed in touch, she never talked about your sister. I wouldn't have come if I'd known. I don't even know why I was invited. The groom was my roommate in college, but we haven't talked a lot recently. I thought that he invited me."

"You may be a clerical error," she said.

"Excuse me?"

"My sister has been planning this wedding for so long that you may have been on the list because of Patty and never got taken off. I, for one, am glad you're here. I know Patty wasn't expecting you. The look on her face when she saw you was priceless." She laughed in a way that made it seem like she enjoyed everything. It was infectious and he found himself laughing with her.

"I guess I shouldn't have come."

"But then I wouldn't have seen Patty's face, and you wouldn't have met me," Jenna said with a sassy smile. She had a wealth of smiles, and they were all genuine. There was nothing pretentious about her.

"That would have been a shame." Adam pulled her a little closer.

"I didn't listen to her whine at the bachelorette party, but I've listened to them talk for years. I'm a few years younger than my sister and I was curious about the things she and Patty talked about. You know, boys and sex. They were in college, and I was a senior in high school, still a sweet young virgin. The closet in my room shared a wall with my sister's closet, and the walls were thin. I fixed her door so that it wouldn't close. That way I heard everything that happened in her room. I spent hours in my closet listening to her talk to Patty."

"Talking wasn't all I heard. Sometimes when our parents were gone for the night, my sister would bring a guy home. I listened while they had sex. They were loud, and I hear everything they did."

"You sat in your closet and spied on your sister? You were a naughty little girl."

"I still am a naughty girl. You're trying to figure out how old I am, aren't you? I'm twenty and about to finish my second year in college."

"At the time, I was eighteen. I'm sure you can imagine what else I did in that closet while my sister was having sex." Adam looked into her eyes. "Well, I had to do something while I sat there," she said and laughed. "Do I shock you?"

"I suspect you like to shock people," he said chuckling. "But no, you didn't shock me, you just gave me some impure thoughts."

She put her head on his shoulder and said, "Mmm, you smell nice." He pulled her closer.

"Oh, I can feel what those impure thoughts did to you. I'm sorry about that," she whispered in his ear; her warm breath tickled.

"Whispering in my ear is not quenching my impure thoughts."

He moved his hand a few inches lower on her back. It wasn't indecent but it was low.

"Remember when I called you a gentleman?"

"Yes."

"I now think you may be a seducer and a cad."

"Does it matter?"

"Not really." She laughed and left his hand where it was. It felt good to have a strong manly hand low on her back.

The band played another slow song. They continued dancing; quietly enjoying each other's embrace.

"After this song ends, they'll need me for dinner and the toasts," she purred contentedly.

"What are your duties after that?" he asked.

"Nothing until the bride throws the bouquet, and the groom throws the garter. Later, we need to toss confetti at them as they leave. The party will go on for a while after that. Can you keep a secret?"

"Sure."

She put her lips by his ear and whispered, "I'm wearing a garter tonight too. It's not part of my bridesmaid outfit but I thought it might be fun. Maybe I'll let someone take it off later."

"You're such a tease."

"Are you sure I'm a tease and not a seducer?" She gave him a mischievous smile. "I drove in from college three days ago for the wedding." She paused then said, "I told you that I didn't listen much at the Bachelorette party but..."

"But?"

"But I'm staying in my old room this week and listened to my sister talk with some of the bridesmaids in her room."

"Did you hear anything juicy?" he asked.

"The group were all married or divorced. They mostly bitched about their marriages and said mean things about their husbands or exes. You wouldn't believe how women talk about men. Most said that their sex life had gone downhill once they got married; the thrill was gone, and they wanted that spark back. Some bragged they were getting a bit on the side. They went on and on about the stripper at the bachelorette party and how much they liked his package. I thought he looked gay."

"What about Patty?"

"She said..."

The song ended and the band leader announced it was time for dinner and the toasts.

Jena said, "That's my cue."

"Wait, what did she say?" Adam asked.

She kissed him on the cheek and said, "I'll be back soon, don't go anywhere." She flashed him a smile that made it a certainty that he wouldn't move.

Adam couldn't believe how flirty she was being. She was playing with him, and he was loving every minute. It had been a long time since a woman had flirted with him. She was exactly the woman he needed right now, beautiful, sassy, and smart with a razor-sharp wit. He wasn't sure how the evening was going to end. If it were only an evening of flirting with a beautiful woman, it would be fun, but it was possible more would happen.

Jena found the bride and groom, the parents, the bridesmaids, and the groomsmen at the main table. It was a big wedding. He saw six bridesmaids but was only interested in one: Jena. He saw his ex-wife, Patty, glowering at him, but he had to admit she looked exceptional in her dress.

The dinner was good, but he wanted to enjoy it with Jena. She'd transformed a boring wedding he had to attend into a party he enjoyed. He couldn't keep his eyes off her at the main table and imagined what she looked like naked.

After what seemed like days, the toasts and speeches were over, and he saw Jena coming his way only to be waylaid by the photographer. She and the other bridesmaids, stood around the bride and groom while they cut the cake and pushed it into each other's faces. Jena was the only woman whose smile didn't look fake for the camera. Finally, Jena made it back to Adam's table but before she even sat down, a groomsman whisked her away for a dance.

She returned to the table, and said, "I hate that groomsmen think that bridesmaids are fair game for them. Although he is cute. If I didn't already have a date, I'd have danced with him some more," she teased.

Seconds later the bandleader announced it was time for the bridal bouquet toss. Jena scurried off for the event. Once that excitement was over, he announced the garter toss. Jena ran over to Adam and tried to drag him over to it.

She begged, "Please go over there, it will be fun. If you catch the garter, I'll let you take

my

garter off, right here in the ballroom." She knew he couldn't resist that offer.

Adam moved quickly. When he merged into the crowd, he saw his friend, the groom, for the first time and waved. The groom gently removed the garter from his lovely bride's leg, then shot it like a rubber band into the crowd. As it flew over Adam's shoulder, he reached up and grabbed it. Everyone cheered.

He returned to the table twirling his prize on his finger and showed it to Jena. He asked, "Does this mean I'm the next to be married?"

"I think it means you're the next to get laid."

"Do I get my choice from all the women here?"

"Not if I get my way."

"And my prize from you?"

"My sister will kill me if she sees this, but a deal's a deal. Let's go to the back." She kicked her shoes off and put her foot on a chair. Looking him in the eye, she slid her dress up until he saw her garter and tiny panties.

"Take it. It's yours now."

He took his time slipping the lacy garter off her leg and kept his fingers touching her leg on the way down. That light pressure on her leg sent shivers down her spine. She didn't think anyone saw her other than Adam but the thought of being seen excited her. She gave him a peck on the lips before they walked back to the table.

Adam said, "You were going to tell me what my ex-wife said about me before you left."

"Oh, that. While the others bitched about their sex life, Patty was quiet. My sister asked how her sex life was with you and she said...oh, I shouldn't tell you this."

"Please. You have to, now," he begged.

"OK, since you begged so nicely." She chuckled. "Are you sure you want to know?"

"Argh!"

She laughed. "OK. She said that sex with you was always great. You were blessed with nice equipment and knew how to satisfy her. You never left her wanting. She made the other women jealous."

She added, "So, sex wasn't why she dumped you. But it is one of the reasons I wanted to be your date tonight. I'm not always this forward with men but I know so much about you." She smiled and rubbed her hand up his leg.

"How soon before you can leave?" he asked.

"Why? Is there somewhere you would rather be?"

"Yes. With you and anywhere but here," he said and squeezed her hand.

"Oh, my. It won't be long. Can I ask you something personal?"

"Sure, all we've talked about has been personal." He laughed.

"Did you and Patty ever have a threesome with my sister?"

"What? No, I would remember that. I've never met your sister. Why do you ask?"

"Did Patty tell you about who she dated in college?"

"Not much. She talked about a few boyfriends. Why?"

"She didn't tell you anything about my sister in college?"

"Just that they were friends."

"Nothing else?"

"No," Adam said. He was getting curious now.

"Patty and my sister had a little fling in college."

"Where did you hear that," he said as if he couldn't guess.

"I overheard them talking that summer when I was eighteen and listening in the closet. My parents were gone for a few days. I'd been at a party but got bored of my date groping me and came home early. I heard some unusual noises coming out of my sister's room. I figured she was screwing some guy in there, but after listening for a while, I heard Patty with her. They were having sex and from what I heard they had a fine time. Patty was loud."

"A lot of women experiment at college...I think. It's not a big deal," he said.

"Well, last fall I came home from college for the weekend. My sister thought I'd gone out and Patty was over. I heard her talking about how much she enjoyed married life and how fantastic and frequent the sex was." She looked at Adam, raised her eyebrows, and smiled.

"Then it was quiet until I heard Patty and my sister panting and moaning. I recognized the noises from before. They were enjoying themselves again. She loved sex with you and with my sister. I thought you three might have gotten together, for a special birthday present or something."

"I didn't even know that they'd stayed in touch. I wished I'd known what to ask for on my birthday."

"There's a lesson here. You never get what you don't ask for," she said and smiled.

"I can't leave yet but I want to show you something." She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the staircase. "Nobody is allowed on the third floor of this place. It's sealed off, but I know a way in."

He followed her to the second floor and into a closet. At the back of the closet, Jena opened a door that couldn't be seen unless you were looking for it. There was a narrow staircase behind it leading to the third floor. It was dark and he used his cell phone for light to look around. The room was large but looked more like an attic or storeroom than a third floor. It was dusty and filled with old furniture covered by plastic sheeting. Jena pulled off the plastic to reveal an old couch.

"I was at a wedding a few years ago and a friend showed this to me. I didn't need it until tonight. Come sit with me."

He sat next to her and turned off the light on his phone. Jena leaned over and kissed him.

Fumbling in the dark, she found his belt buckle. "We don't have much time before I'm missed but I want you in me, now. We'll have more time after we leave."

It had been a long time since Adam had been with a woman. He was so aroused he reached down and took over for her, pushing his slacks down to his ankles. His eyes had become accustomed to the dark and he saw her outline when she stood up. She pulled her long dress up to her waist and straddled his lap. His cock pressed against her small satin panties.

He pulled her panties aside and she grabbed his hard cock and put it at her entrance. She was soaking wet and lowered herself on his shaft. Her pussy was tight but so wet that she slid down until she bottomed out, moaning as he stretched her.

She was in control. Adam grabbed her waist as she ground her pussy against him. Between the dress, panties, and position, there was not much for him to do but go with the flow. She lifted herself up and down on his shaft faster and faster.

Adam was in heaven. He pushed up at her as best he could as she slid on his throbbing cock. It felt so good to be inside a woman again. He didn't want to disappoint her and tried to delay the inevitable, but he wasn't going to last long.

She felt his muscles tense and knew that he would be done soon. It disappointed her that it would be over so quickly, but she had already decided to spend the night with him. She'd bring out the Adam she'd heard so much about.

He came into her with a series of grunts and then kissed her.

"That felt too good, and it's been a long time for me," he said by way of an apology. "I promise that you'll be satisfied by morning."

"I'm going to hold you to that promise," she said.

She got off his lap and he gave her his handkerchief to clean up with.

They sneaked downstairs trying to avoid the bridal party. They'd stayed on the third floor longer than they should have. Adam went to their table and Jena went over to the main table looking rumpled and dusty.

"Where have you been?" her sister angrily questioned her. "We're ready to leave."

"Sorry, I needed to take care of something."

The bride stormed off to find her groom for their big exit.

Patty squinted at Jena and said, "I saw you dancing with Adam. Don't even think about having sex with him."

"Too late," Jena said flippantly. "By the way, there may be a little mess on the third floor." Patty flushed in anger.

The bride and groom ran to their waiting car. All the bridesmaids, groomsmen, and guests threw confetti at them to wish them well. Their car was appropriately decorated with shaving cream, tempera paint, condom balloons, and cans tied behind it. That was the last of the bridesmaids' duties. The party would continue for a while, but Jena didn't care.

She found Adam, kissed him, and asked, "Can you take me home?"

"Sure. My car's in the parking lot. Are you ready now?"

"Yep, she won't need me until her next wedding." They both laughed.

As they headed towards the exit holding hands, Adam's phone dinged. It was a text from his ex that said:

"Don't you dare do anything with Jena."

He showed Jena the text. They looked up at Patty, smiled, and waved before leaving.

Adam texted her back:

"You look gorgeous in that dress tonight."

He turned off his phone and didn't look back.

In the parking lot, Jena pushed Adam against his car. She put her lips next to his ear, and whispered, "Just so there's no confusion, when I asked you to take me home, I meant your home." She sucked his earlobe.

Adam opened her door, and she got in the car. By the time he went around and got in, the front of Jena's dress was above her knees.

"See anything you like?" She smiled but she wasn't sure he looked at her face.

"I'm going to have to drive home fast."

Jena slipped her hand up his inner thigh until she brushed his cock, uncomfortably restrained by his slacks. He looked over and her dress was high enough to show the top on her stocking. He tried to pay attention to his driving; wanting to get her home in one piece. They came to a red light and the road was not busy. They took the opportunity to explore each other further until they were rudely interrupted by a car honking behind them. They laughed and drove on to Adam's house.