The hall had quieted down. The dj was playing something nice and soft and couples were clinging to each other on the dance floor. The bride and groom were still at the head table, whispering to each other, glowing still. I had fun watching them throughout the night, stealing glances at each other, waiting for it to end. I watched their anticipation grow as the night grew. I watched them as they tried to avoid staring at each other, as they tried to avoid touching, afraid they couldn't stop once they did.
I looked at Mouse laughing over what one of her friends said. The simple black dress she wore she made elegant. When she leaned forward I watched the soft sweep of her brown hair cover part of her face. I felt an urge to go and brush her hair back and to kiss her. She turned to look at me as if she knew what I was thinking and smiled. I smiled back and gave a small wave. Her friends waved too and beckoned me to go over, but I knew Mouse hadn't seen them for a long time and wanted to catch up. I didn't know them that well and wanted to know them better, but later. Let her have her time with them first. I mouthed a "later" and took a sip of my drink.
I sipped it slowly and watched her, animated when she talked, her eyes alive. Then I couldn't bear to be away from her any longer, downed the rest of my drink and walked over. She got up and gave me a hug, whispering "About time. I missed you" in my ear.
We sat there laughing as her friends told me stories of her past, embarrassing her. Some of the stories I knew and some of them I didn't and when I didn't I'd pretend a shocked look as if that couldn't be my Mouse. To pay them back, I told them some of the embarrassing things I did, swearing them all to eternal secrecy before I did. The time went too quickly and it was soon time to leave. We lingered as long as we could in the hallway and promised we'd try to get together again. Even though we lived quite a distance, we said that wasn't an excuse and to prove it, made plans for two weeks away.
It was a long drive home, but it seemed to speed by. We were both so happy and excited from the night. She had the radio on and was singing just a little loudly and off-key. I beat time on the steering wheel to accompany her until we got home when we quieted down so as not to wake our neighbors.
As I closed the door to our house, I looked at her walk towards the sofa and had a sudden thought of the bride and groom. He's probably in her by now and I envisioned her legs wrapped around his back. I saw his thrusting. I saw her wetness glistening her thighs, her ass.
I walked behind Mouse and put my arms around her, hugging her tight, leaving a soft kiss on her neck.
"Remember our wedding night?" I asked.
The side of her mouth lifted a little in a slight smile. "You mean that night when you were got so drunk you flopped onto the bed and fell asleep fully dressed? I've always meant to ask, wasn't it a little uncomfortable sleeping in your tuxedo?"
"So who made you do all that moaning that night?" I barely got it out, trying to control my laughter.
"I'm pretty good at pleasing myself. It was a pretty good wedding night experience considering I was alone," she answered.
I smiled and couldn't resist any longer. I kissed the sided of her neck and undid the top buttons to her dress, pushing her bra cups down so her breasts were free. Her nipples were nice and soft, but I didn't want them to stay that way. I rubbed them gently, feeling their softness while kissing the side of her lips, kissing that little smile.
