The Wedding Day
I have arrived at the church early on our wedding day and while waiting in the vestry with my best man and groomsmen I reflect back twelve months when we first met.
You were at the bar with some girlfriends celebrating the end of your studies before going to University. I was with a group of friends celebrating one of many bucks' nights at that time of life.
At twenty three I was a little bored with getting the future groom drunk. I surveyed the general area and noticed you look away as I turned towards your table. Thinking nothing of it I turned back to the drunken conversation at my table.
Later that evening I glanced at the clock over the bar showing one am and saw that you were again looking my way as your group prepared to leave for the evening. This time you didn't turn away but lit up your pretty face with a smile as one of your friends guided you to the door before I could react. A little disappointed that I was too slow to follow up your interest I was grabbed by my now very drunk friends who were looking to journey to the local strip club.
Bored, sober and a little down at my missed opportunity I decided to go home. I pointed my friends in the right direction, under much protestation at my leaving before the best part of the night, and picked up my car.
As I turned the corner from the car park you and two friends were waiting for a taxi. Aware that there were very few taxis in that area at that time of night I pulled up and offered you all a lift home. You shyly began to decline but a drunken disturbance further in the taxi line erupted and you changed your mind. I happily noticed you sat in the front and you suggested we drop your friends off first.
Finally alone you shyly invited me to meet you at the beach around lunch time the next day as your friends were catering a summer picnic for end of school. I had already discovered during our drive home that you were nineteen, had no boyfriend and, while you had a large number of girlfriends, boys had not played a big part in your life due to your studies. You intended to study photography and cinema at university in the hope of eventually working behind the camera in movies and documentaries. Although not a classic beauty, you were pretty in a cute kind of way with long auburn tresses and searching brown eyes. You were intelligent and fortunately liked "rugged" looking guys a bit on the skinny side.
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After catching a few hours much needed sleep I was on my way to a highly anticipated date. Walking to the beach, I spotted you playing volley ball with some of the others. I sat on a nearby park bench mesmerised at the sight of your athletic body in a small white bikini. Your light brown tan revealed that you spent a lot of time at the beach and your bikini covered a pair of small firm breasts, around 34B, that hardly moved as you ran for the ball. Your flat stomach and small butt confirmed the almost perfect body in my mind.
Noticing me on the bench you waved and came over to take me to your party.
Suddenly I am shaken out of my reverie by my best man telling me it is time to go to the altar.
You are fashionably late and while we are awaiting your arrival I again reflect on our journey to this ceremony.
I reflect back some six months, just after you accepted my proposal of marriage. We had been to a birthday party and were steaming up the car windows outside your parent's house in the early morning hours. A little bit of alcohol made me bolder and I unhooked your bra under your blouse to release your pert breasts. Fondling them gently with one hand I began unbuttoning your blouse with the other until I was able to slide both down your arms leaving your tanned chest totally naked.
As I sucked on your small nipples and nuzzled your soft flesh I moved one hand gradually down your flat stomach to massage your sweet pussy. As I reached the top of your panties you stopped my hand and moved it back to your breasts. A little disappointed, I looked up at you to question your response. You explained that you were still a virgin and had promised yourself that you would remain so until your wedding night. You said that you loved me playing with your tits and you were looking forward to our honeymoon but would not have sex until then.
I agreed to your wishes and while we had some passionate kissing sessions we had not even got into heavy petting. I smiled at the thought of the number of times I had jerked off after taking you home. You almost relented after your twentieth birthday last month when you had drunk a little more than usual. Somehow I stopped you from going any further than a strip to your underwear even though my erect cock said otherwise.
You then tearfully told me that you were very inexperienced in sexual matters even though you had read a number of articles and books like the Kama Sutra. You cried that the only time you had even seen a live penis was when you accidentally walked into the bathroom one day when your father was shaving, still naked after his shower. Showering me in kisses you promised that after the wedding we would experience everything possible sexually and you could hardly wait to improve your sexual knowledge by whatever means necessary. You had already decided that we would take any sexual opportunity presented, no matter how strange or bizarre.
Fortunately the church organ brought me back to reality before my organ forced me to adjust my trousers.
You enter the chapel dressed in a magnificent white gown and a full sheer veil which could not fully hide your radiant smile and sparkling brown eyes which were fixed on me. Your father brings you to me and the ceremony begins.
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It is 10.30 pm. The ceremony is over and the reception has probably fizzed out.
We stand at the door to my/our unit where we will spend tonight before jetting off on our honeymoon tomorrow.
Husband and wife.