Wedding Bell Blues Pt 05

The disclaimers: Every character who matters is at least 18. A work of fiction (more or less). Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is coincidental (for the most part).

Part 5 picks up on Wednesday morning. This installment has more sex as Hayleigh and Tom work out their personal issues, and Hayleigh lets some of her own demons out of their cages. Tom's sister, Danni, gives him a new perspective to chew on.

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~~~ TUESDAY EVENING ~~~

She craned her head up to find my lips and kissed me, almost chastely. " Goodnight," she said before nestling back into my shoulder.

"Goodnight, Hay."

I fell asleep imagining us bundled up in blankets in front of a fireplace on a sub-zero Wisconsin night.

~~~ WEDNESDAY ~~~

We were awakened late by Hayleigh's cell phone. We didn't set an alarm so we could sleep in. We had shifted around during the night, so that when we woke up I was spooning her and our backs were to the table where our phones were. She crawled over me and flopped down sideways over my torso to reach her phone. It was a nice view!

"Hi, Mom.... No, we were just waking up....... What do you mean, why are we still in bed this late?...... Do you REALLY want to know?... Didn't think so....... For the millionth time, mother, I'm on birth control.... Then we'll deal with it....... I don't think we have any plans for the day beyond getting breakfast.......... Yesterday was incredible! We went sightseeing on this small airplane.... Like six people.... Unbelievably beautiful! And fun!...... Yes, and I'm going to make him buy me an airplane....... Of course I'm kidding....... I'll send more pictures....... We had a great dinner and went to a casino.... It was a blast!...... No, we didn't lose a lot of money.......... I don't know, no plans. I might keep him in bed all day and see if we can set a record.......... It was a joke, mother!...... I'm a big girl, Mom, give me some credit....... OK, I love you too.... Bye."

Again, it wasn't hard to fill in the blanks.

"So what's up with your mother being so worried about you getting pregnant? She keeps bringing it up."

"She a little paranoid about it. Have you ever noticed that Jennifer's birthday is about six months after may parents' wedding anniversary? Do the math."

"OK, but you're on birth control."

"So was Mom, when she got pregnant with Jennifer. It's not hundred per cent effective you know."

"So I've heard. So your parents had to get married?"

"Not really 'had to'. My mother told me that they knew they were going to marry eventually. Getting pregnant messed up their timetable. They wanted to spend a few years doing what they wanted to do before starting a family and getting tied down. Having Jennifer nixed that, big time! My mother wants me to have the freedom she didn't have, that's all. And she's worried that I'll end up being a single parent."

"Then I suppose we better hope your birth control does its job." I avoided acknowledging the elephant in the room of what would happen if Hayleigh did get pregnant, thus proving that a college degree does not equate to being smart. My father's admonition, 'For Pete's sake, be smart' rang in my head. We were playing with fire.

"It better! You've already put enough sperm in me to give me quadruplets!"

"Wanna try for quintuplets?" So much for being smart.

Hayleigh crawled over me and intentionally pressed her firm tits into my chest. I ran my palms over the length of her torso and over her hips, and then back again. I loved gliding my palm over the delightful curve of her hips. I couldn't get enough of the feel her.

"You know I would. I wouldn't mind being fucked silly right now. Or we could get breakfast first and not feel rushed."

I sensed that she wanted to get breakfast first, so I suggested that. She gave me a long kiss before rolling off me and padded bare-arsed to the bathroom. I'd never get tired of that view. I loosely gathered the towels from around the bed and tossed the bedspread haphazardly back in place. No sense in giving the housekeeping staff any more gossip material. I headed to the bathroom to shave and get ready to head out. Hayleigh was bent over the sink washing her face. My eyes were drawn to her tits hanging down and swaying as she washed. She caught me watching out of the corner of her eye and resumed washing with an amused grin.

"What is it," she asked as she straightened up, "that so fascinates guys about boobs?" She wasn't perturbed, just curious.

"Boobs in general, or yours?"

"In general."

"I suppose guys like boobs because guys are wired to like women. And women have boobs."

"That's circular! You're just saying guys like boobs because they do."

"That's exactly what I'm saying."

"Alright, but what specifically? What makes a great boob in guy world?"

"I don't know. Tastes vary. Different guys like different things. You know, vanilla, chocolate, strawberry."

"Every guy likes bigger though."

"Most do, sure. But some like smaller. And there's such a thing as too big."

"You like them bigger. Jennifer's are a lot bigger than mine. She's a D, I think."

"I think that's right. I didn't care about that, not really. I wasn't marrying her tits, I was marrying her."

"And she had big boobs, so part of the reason that you were attracted to her must have been her big boobs."

"OK, but now I'm here with you. By your logic, I must be attracted to your smaller ones. Which are not small. Just smaller than Jennifer's. But not small! Just so we're clear on that."

"Ugggg! OK, smart guy, yesterday you said my boobs were 'perfect.' I'm not fishing for compliments, because I already know you like them, God knows why, but what makes my little boobs perfect?"

"I keep telling you, they're not little."

"So you keep saying. Still, why are my tiny titties perfect?"

"You won't like the answer."

"I probably won't, but tell me anyway."

"Because they're yours."

"That's no answer, moron!"

She wasn't really upset. I could see that she was glowing inside despite the frustration of not getting an answer to the eternal question of why guys are fixated on girls' chests. I think it was finally sinking in that she had me. That's what happens when you lift your foot of the brake and stomp the gas. You lose control.

"Sorry, it's the only answer I have. I like what I like."

"We'll continue this later. I'm not letting you off the hook that easy."

I cleaned up enough to be presentable and we made our way to the resort's hotel restaurant, chosen for the simple reason that it was close by. This time I avoided the grits.

"So," Hayleigh said between nibbles of a lavish collection of fruits that were on her breakfast selection, "do we have any plans for today?"

"Not a one. We can do anything you like. Nothing planned for tomorrow, either. The original plan was not to have a rigid schedule."

Hayleigh was plotting something. I could see the wheels turning in her head.

"I have an idea for something that might be fun, but I want it to be a surprise. And I'd need to do a little shopping."

"I assume that I will not be with you on the shopping excursion."

"You assume right. That would give away some of the surprise. Can you fend for yourself for a few hours?"

"No problem. If I get too bored I can always see what Denise is up to."

"Pig! An hour from now you're going to be too worn out to mess with Denise."

"Promises, promises. Need some money for your shopping trip?"

"I thought I'd use some of the winnings from last night, if that's OK."

"Up to you. It's your money."

"No, it's not. We'll talk about that later, too. Let's go. I'd like to get back from shopping in time to get some sun on the beach."

As soon as I had signed the chit for breakfast Hayleigh grabbed my hand and hustled us back to the beach house. I desperately wanted to ravish Hayleigh. I wanted raw, mindless, wanton sex.

"Are you still OK with being fucked silly before you go shopping?"

"Are you forgetting that I'm your insatiable horny girlfriend?"

Imagine my disappointment when we saw that housekeeping was inside tidying up. We went out to the patio and stretched out on the chaise loungers.

"On the bright side," I said off-handedly, "they didn't show up when I had my face buried between your legs."

"Oh, thanks for mentioning," Hayleigh said in mock reproach. "As if my panties weren't already damp just getting here."

"Damp, eh? Then I'll be sure not to mention anything like squeezing your perfect tits while pounding you from behind."

Hayleigh threw her head back and unleashed a throaty but utterly female laugh.

"Oh, you truly are the worst! Have fun, just keep teasing. Don't forget though, revenge can be a bitch."

Our verbal jousting gave way to watching the waves roll up on the beach. Our loungers were just close enough together to let us hold hands. We silently toyed with each other's fingers while watching the surf. It was an idyllic a moment.

The sound of the door main door opening and closing snapped us out of our relaxation.

"I think the coast is clear if you still want to mess around." She looked hungry.

She let go of my hand and unbuttoned the top buttons of her shorts. Her hands moved to her hips, and she slowly ran her palms up her torso, stopping at her tits. She pushed them together and pinched at her own nipples through her top.

"Damn, Hayleigh, you're killing me."

"Warned ya about revenge. Serves you right, and you know it!"

I got off my lounger and pulled Hayleigh to her feet. She was through the sliding door in a rush, and I was right on her heels. I took her fully in my arms and pulled her to me. We devoured each other's mouths, like a couple of 14-year-olds who had just discovered tongue-kissing. I don't know if she was as out her mind with blind lust as I was, or was just giving me what she thought I wanted. I do know that she was lewdly grinding her pussy into my hard cock as we kissed. It was like spraying gasoline on a fire. I cupped the cheeks of her tight little arse and pulled her harder into me.

"You mentioned something about squeezing my boobs while taking me from behind," she said between playful bites at my lips and Eskimo kisses. "Are you going to make good on that, or are you just big talk?"

I didn't answer. There was a high-backed overstuffed chair just a few feet away. I disengaged from her and pulled her polo shirt over her head and tossed it over the arm of the chair. She had on a tiny red lace bralette that barely contained her tits. It too slipped easily over her head, exposing her swollen nips to my tongue. She let her head fall back and reveled in the sensations.

"Technically," she protested weakly between sighs, "this counts as teasing. But don't you dare stop!"

I didn't stop until her breaths became short and irregular. I pulled away from her and dropped to my knees, about eye-level to her bare tummy. I popped the remaining buttons on her shorts and slid them down her thighs to the floor. Her panties matched her bralette; extremely low-cut sheer red lace that barely covered her short landing strip. She wasn't kidding about getting damp. The thin gusset of her panties was soaked. Those eased down easily and I helped her step out of them before letting her help me shed my own clothes. The scent of her aroused pussy overwhelmed me.

Hayleigh took a step toward the bed, but I took her by hip and guided her back to the overstuffed chair. She understood what I had in mind right away when I positioned her at the side of the chair and bent her over the heavily over-upholstered arm. She was face-down, with her butt-cheeks at a perfect height for me to get behind her and slip inside. She spread her legs apart and reached behind herself to pull her butt-cheeks apart, so that her pussy splayed open even further to receive me. She knew exactly what I wanted. She was wantonly spread open for my cock to pound her into oblivion.

That's what she expected me to do. But I still hadn't tasted her. I knelt down instead between her open legs and used my own fingers to spread her pussy open even more. She literally jumped when my tongue made first contact and wormed its way between her slick inner lips. She was so wide open that I could easily run my tongue the entire length of her pussy, starting at her swelling little clit all the way to her taint. Every few trips I went a little beyond her opening and teased her pucker with the tip of my tongue.

Hayleigh was in another world. She wasn't even speaking coherently. She gurgled a hash of moans and grunts of the sort I had never heard from Jennifer despite my best efforts. It was intoxicating. I only stopped when I felt the muscles in her thighs tense and jerk randomly. She was on the edge, and I desperately needed my own release. I got off my knees and positioned myself at her opening. I ran the head of my cock several times through her thickened lips and pushed in. God she was tight! I had just started to pick up a steady pace when Hayleigh returned to Earth.

"Baby," she gasped out, "cum inside me. Deep inside. As deep as you can."

I hunched over her back so that I could palm her tits while slamming into her. She met my thrusts as best she could. Her pussy squelched loudly every time I withdrew, and again when I jammed back inside. When I felt myself start to cum I released her tits and grabbed her by the hips, pulling her tightly to me. That tripped Hayleigh's switch. Her tight pussy felt like a vise around my cock, followed by the exquisite bath of her wetness.

I slowly eased out my softening cock and stood on wobbly legs. Hayleigh remained bent obscenely over the arm of the chair.

"I don't think my legs work," she said weakly. "You may have to carry me to the bathroom to clean up."

I helped her up and hugged her to me. Even after our unrestrained fornication I was still aroused by the mere feel of her.

"We both could use some cleaning up."

"We could. I better hurry because I'm leaking!" She giggled.

"If you want a shower I'd love to wash your hair. It's on the house. No charge."

She rolled her eyes at me. "You and your chromosomes just want to nail me in the shower!"

"You bet I do, but I think I need more time before I'm ready to go again."

"Don't worry, you'll get your chance. Come on, then. YOU got me all messy so YOU can get me tidy."

She released me from her arms and quick-walked to the shower, cupping her hand under herself, just as she had done two days earlier. The hot water came quickly. It felt great as we soaped each other up.

"I'm sorry that I don't have more time to play," she told me, "but I need to get my shopping done if we're going to have any time to be lazy on the beach this afternoon. I'm really sorry."

"No apologies, Hay. We're here to have fun and enjoy each other's company. I'm having a blast."

She gave me an odd look that I couldn't ferret out, and then leaned up to kiss my cheek.

"So am I. Now wash my back so towel off and get going!"

Hayleigh quickly finished showering and got dressed. That girl moved with deadly efficiency when she was in a hurry. In fifteen minutes she was ready to go.

"I won't be more than a few hours, I hope," she said as she headed out the door with a handful of casino winnings. "I'll text you when I'm headed back." A quick kiss on my cheek and she dashed away.

It was odd not having Hayleigh around. We had been side by side almost without interruption for the past two days. I felt lonely with her away, which was stupid, all things considered. Stupid or not, I felt her absence. I needed a distraction, so I puttered around doing small things to take up time until Hayleigh returned. Some laundry. Shined my dress shoes. Ironed wrinkled clothes. Took some pics and sent them to Danni and my parents. When I ran out of mindless busywork I gave Danni a call.

"Hiya! What's up?" Danni was chirpy. "About time you called me."

"Just thought I'd say howdy and catch up. Like the pics?"

"Yes, it's beautiful! Much better choice than Hawaii. Having a good time?" she asked with just a hint of teasing.

"I'm having the time of my life." I told her about the flight-seeing, the local food, and Hayleigh's big night at the casino. I omitted my meltdown.

"Impressive! You left out the part about how you've been boinking like rabbits though. Very gallant of you, brother."

"Whoa! Hold up! That's a big assumption!"

"Oh, please! Only reason she never made a play for you is that you were dating Jennifer. Then you got engaged, and so much for that. Otherwise, she would have reeled you in. And if you repeat one word of that to Hayleigh I'll rip your tongue out, roots and all. I mean it."

"That still doesn't mean that--"

"Just stop!" She was openly laughing at me now. "You're a decent enough looking guy, for a brother. She's a hottie, you're sharing a bed, and she agreed to go with you on what was supposed to be a honeymoon. I'm not stupid, Tommy dearest."

An uncomfortable silence. I wasn't going to confirm anything. A useless gesture perhaps, but those were my rules, such as they were.

"Isn't it weird though?" she asked with renewed seriousness. "I mean, you're basically on a honeymoon with the sister of the girl you were going to marry. So, it's weird, right?"

"Doesn't happen every day. Well, in parts of Arkansas, but...."

A small snicker from my sister. "Don't forget Mississippi."

Danni's seriousness level returned twofold. "Don't lead her on, alright? I meant what I said before. If you hurt her, I will never forgive you, and brother or not, you will roast in a Wisconsin firepit before you roast in Hell."

I weighed whether to confide in Danni about my emerging feelings for Hayleigh or keep my big mouth shut. The need to talk to somebody won out.

"Danni, I want to tell you something, but you have to promise me on your mortal soul that you will keep it to yourself."

"That sounds ominous. But I'm intrigued, so I promise."

"I think I'm falling for Hayleigh. Actually, I don't think I am. I know I am. I mean I already have. Damn, you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I know. And I know you're an idiot. You know you're an idiot, don't you?"

"S'cuse me?"

"Umm, hello! Hello! Talk about a rebound relationship! God, it's like, textbook!"

"I think you exaggerate."

"Hardly, dork. Let's review. Both of you right out of failed relationships. That goes triple for you, idiot-boy. No time to get over any of it. Now boom--you're in a perfect romantic setting. Throw in lots and lots of sex. Don't bother denying it. Oh, and all this probably is really pissing off Jennifer, so it's good revenge for both of you on Jennifer and that creep she was screwing. And you get to unite against common enemies, being Jennifer and the said creep POS. Want me to keep going?"

"OK, OK, you've made your point."

"Well then, my idiot brother, so long as you're telling me your secrets, tell me why you're letting this happen. I know that you know better, so the why ought to be interesting."

"Lots of reasons."

"Such as?"

"Well, I've always really liked Hayleigh. A lot. And I've always wondered what would have happened if I had dated her instead of Jennifer. Then all the shit at the wedding, and I thought why not?"

"Why not? That's it? Why not??? That's a really dumb reason, even for a guy! Try for at least a few minutes not to think with your dick."

"And I didn't want to wonder for the rest of my life, you know, whether Hayleigh and I would have been a good fit."

"A good fit? I bet you two fit just fine!" A bit of playful sarcasm seeped through her disappointment with me.

"Yeah, like the girl I could spend the rest of my life with."

"You could spend the rest of your life with a lot a girls. I'm being serious here, Tommy. We both know that there are dozens of people who would make good mates for just about anyone."