The days passed in a blur of preparations. The RSVPs were arriving, the last details were arranged. The only thing that worried Penny was her continuing inability to reach Katherine. They spent hours leaving voice mails for each other. The day they were supposed to meet to try on the gowns, Katherine had to leave town, but assured Penny [via another voice mail] that she would take Meg and both be fitted; everything would be ready for the big day. They left messages about all things concerning the wedding, and it progressed nicely. But it bothered Penny that the entire March family had not yet met her William. She knew they would love him, but she wanted to see everyone interact and become comfortable friends. It frustrated her.
Other things frustrated her too. As the days passed, she and William became even closer, loved each other more. The natural outpouring of that love included the physicality that she longed to share with him, but William was resolved to wait. She wanted that too, when she was rational. There was just nothing rational about her feelings and her body's reaction to William.
There were times when she was rational, when it all made sense. It was acceptable in the morning, when she woke and stretched and smiled with love for him. It was tolerable while she drank her juice and crunched her cereal. She could be stalwart while getting letters ready to mail, or made her bed, or even cleaned the kitchen. But then, she would drop her jammies in a heap and enter the shower; the hot, steamy shower, which made her body all wet and slick. And she would lather her body with vanilla-scented soap, making it slippery and soft. She would imagine her William, his hands and mouth touching her like this, or like that. Showers became sensual and addictive. Her hands would slide where William's had been the night before, the memories would come tumbling back and her eyes would close and her fingers would take on their own life.
Dressing became a sensual experience as well. She chose the garments carefully, with William in mind, knowing he might drop by the office for a few minutes, and those few minutes would make her feel alive and womanly and so wanted. A few minutes with William would be filled with possibilities, loving possibilities. Even if he didn't come by, he would call and she would hear his breath becoming short as they exchanged words of love and longing.
Her day would pass in a blur of desire and love. She wondered if all lovers felt this way. She tried to express to Julie all her thoughts and was reassured that it was normal and natural. She hadn't told Julie about the waiting, about the torture of separating every night, leaving William or having him leave her. That part was private.
The nights, the things they did, the things they didn't do, all of that was private too. If she could have reached Katherine for a real talk, she might have shared with her, but that never happened. So, each night, they tempted and teased and moved closer to the brink. It was a line that Penny would happily have crossed; she wanted William so much, so completely. But, somehow, he was able to withstand all her seductions.
So, the days passed. The wedding preparations appeared to be perfectly organized. Her dress was fitted and safely wrapped in a garment bag in her closet. She had heard, again via voice mail, that Katherine and Meg had their gowns and accessories. Almost daily, they made plans to meet, to become the extended family that Penny was sure they would be, but something always came up. At least, she was sure they would all be together at the wedding rehearsal. She was anxious to share her love with her best friends.
Each night, William was with her. They ate dinner, watched movies, skated, walked, or just sat together, reading and listening to music. The attraction was nearly overwhelming. One or the other, or both, constantly touched and kissed and simply inhaled. Penny felt as if all her senses were in overdrive. She imagined she could identify William's ring when the phone rang. She sensed his steps as he approached her building. She could identify his scent from rooms away. Her heart pounded in his presence, her mind went blank with desire. A simple kiss became many, a touch became a an invitation to sink into that hazy world of sensuality they shared. Penny was delighted to be submerged in William. It meant everything to her, to be close to him.
Each night, William tempted Penny. He didn't mean to, but he wanted her too. He wanted to feel her against him, naked and ready, wanted to feel her hot pinkness wrapped around his throbbing cock, massaging it as she massaged his finger. He wanted to feel her come while he was inside her, while he poured his come into her. He didn't think the wedding day would ever arrive. Or the wedding night. At work, he thought of her and her voice, her soft moans, her small cries. Then he would call her, his cock already hard in anticipation, just to hear her voice, just to reassure himself that she existed and that she loved him. Secretly, he marked off the days on his calendar, counting down until she would be his sweet wife, his complete lover.
They had progressed in their limited lovemaking. They had to. Kisses, touches, his fingers stroking her clit; these occurred nightly. Her small hand stroking his cock, her mouth hungrily kissing and sucking on it; these too were nightly. He often kissed her soft mound through panties, but denied himself the first real taste of her until they could truly make love. But they explored each other, kissing and touching every inch of naked flesh. He loved to kiss and nip at her soft ass, gently biting those delicious, soft pillows. Through super-human effort, he denied himself the release of orgasm, although he frequently assisted Penny, enjoying her thrilled surprise each time.
Just when William thought he couldn't make it, that he would have to have this woman, have to be deep inside her, the rehearsal night arrived. And with it, the promise of the wedding day and the wedding night. He was meeting Penny at the church, where he would finally be introduced to her best friend, Katherine, and her favorite child, Meg. Penny had talked of nothing else for months. He knew she was anxious to blend her special family with her true love. He was pleased it would finally happen and they could begin that part of their new life together.
When he arrived at the church, he found Penny in tears. She was sitting quietly in the pew, weeping, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably. He rushed to her, held her, listened to her sobbing words, trying to understand what catastrophe had befallen them. It took awhile and several attempts, but he finally realized the problem. Meg was sick. Katherine had left yet another voice mail, saying she needed to stay home with her, promising that she would be at the wedding and would know what to do, that Meg would be all better and skip ahead of Penny, strewing rose petals and winning the hearts of all the guests. Katherine absolutely promised! But Penny was so upset that, once again, William wouldn't meet her closest friends; that one more occasion would pass without them meeting her future husband. It was all so awful, this one part of her life that seemed totally out of her control!
