It was wedding day for Tiffany and Brittany. Even though I was only presiding, my stomach kept flopping. I had a light breakfast with the hope that some food would calm me. I dressed in my best dark suit, accented with a white shirt and red silk tie. With my notes in hand, I made sure I had the marriage certificate that I needed to sign to make the wedding official.
We were all scheduled to meet in the club room at ten-thirty and the ceremony would begin at eleven. I met the girls' parents for the first time. They seemed genuinely excited about their daughters marrying a woman.
Henry, Brittany's brother, was going to be best man and Anu was the maid-of-honor. We did a casual run-through and were satisfied we knew what we were doing.
Soon the seats at one end of the room began to fill. The girls were expecting about thirty people. One of their friends was a harpist and she played soft music as people gathered. She would also play to accompany Tiffany as she walked down the make-shift aisle with her dad.
I was chatting with Henry when I saw a blond head in the corner of my eye. I turned to see Artemis moving toward the seats. Dido was walking with her.
I stopped talking so abruptly that Henry asked if I were feeling ok. I gave no reply and his gaze followed my eyes.
"Oh, yeah, Diana and Fanny," he said. "Don't blame you man. They are beyond hot. Jesus, I don't think I've ever seen two women that good looking. Mommy is hot, but daughter gets me really worked up. Wanna meet them?"
"Huh," I turned back to Henry. "Uh, no, not now. It's getting close to the start."
I snuck one last glance in the direction of the mother and daughter duo. Artemis, or maybe I should begin thinking of her as Diana, met my eyes. She stared and then her lips formed a small smile.
"Christ, does she know I know?"
Just then the harpist began Pachelbel's Canon in D.
Brittany's father escorted her as she walked up to stand next to Henry. She was wearing a black dress with a high neckline and lace bodice. Her blond hair was woven into two long plaits and fastened up on her head. Her simple make-up complemented her fabulous facial structure. In short, she was beautiful.
We all turned as Tiffany and her father began walking toward us. She wore a simple white dress with an embroidered bottom. Her dark hair was swept up to expose a long and sensuous neck. Red lips and subtle blue eye shadow made her look like a voluptuous cherub.
They reached our make-shift altar. Her father lifted the simple veil she wore and kissed her. Each expressed their love for each other and he went to stand next to his wife.
Tiffany and Brittany held hands. I began.
A couple times I almost broke down, and most of those assembled could not hold back. It was so obvious that these two women were deeply in love.
Henry gave Brittany the ring and she placed on Tiffany's trembling finger. Anu then passed a matching one to Tiffany who slipped onto Brittany.
I pronounced them married and they kissed.
Applause broke out and a cheer went up.
They turned and waved to their families and friends. The harpist began Ode to Joy and they walked down to the rear of the room.
Anu hugged me and Henry shook my hand. We watched as a receiving line formed and the guests began to offer official congratulations.
I made my way to the bar set up in the corner and grabbed a flute of champagne. Henry opted for a beer. We both decided to skip the receiving line since we were so involved in the ceremony. We got our drinks and toasted.
"Hi, Henry."
I choked on my drink as I heard Artemis' sexy voice.
"Hey, Diana. You're looking beautiful as always. And, you, too, Fanny."
I froze in place.
"Kyle, I want you to meet great friends of Brittany and Tiffany. Hey, you all live here. Do you know each other?"
I turned to face the two women, one a younger carbon copy of the most beautiful woman in the world according to a few gossip mags.
"Diana Xavier and Fanny, this is Kyle Anders."
Diana extended her hand. I took it and felt a surge through my entire body. I was touching the woman of my erotic fantasies.
"Pleasure, Kyle. This is my daughter, Fanny."
We shook hands and I could see Fanny fighting the giggles.
"I gotta go and make nice with the parents," said Henry. "Catch you all later."
His exit left a void as all other sound in the room suddenly disappeared. I could only hear the blood rushing through my temples.
"So, Kyle," said Diana as she slipped her arm through mine and guided me away from the bar. Fanny followed holding two flutes. "How long have you known?"
My first instinct was to lie and pretend I didn't know what she was talking about.
The heat from her body infused my entire consciousness. Her perfume filled my nostrils and reached directly to my groin.
I faced her. "Thanksgiving."
She cocked her head. Taking a flute from Fanny, Diana sipped the amber bubbles. Her lips left a faint ruby mark on the rim.
I explained how I stumbled upon them.
"But, like you never said anything," said Franny.
"I didn't want to spoil what we had," I answered. "If you knew that I knew your identities, I was afraid you'd cut contact with me."
"And, you never told anyone?" asked Diana.
I shook my head.
"Never shared even one picture?"
"God, I'd never do that. Honest."
Diana sipped more of her champagne.
She smiled and leaned into me.
Her lips brushed my ear as her words escaped.
"I love your cock."
I became hard in an instant.
"Mom, what did you say?" asked Fanny.
"Just a little nothing," she cooed. "Why?"
Fanny's eyes drifted to my pants and Diana's followed. The bulge was obvious.
Diana slipped her arm back into mine, Fanny copied the movement on my other side.
"Let's go find a table to sit," Diana said.
Situated at one of the round tables, Diana asked Fanny to get us a plate of hors d'ouevres.
"Thank you, Kyle."
"For what?"
"For keeping our confidence. I imagine you could have made a lot of money and gained some notoriety if you shared those pictures."
"I could never do that, Artemis. Uh, I guess I should now call you Diana."
"At least in public," she said. Her hand ran up my thigh and lightly touched the hardness contained under my pants.
"Oh boy," I moaned.
