Wedding Friends

Wedding Friends

It was a beautiful day for a wedding, that was for sure. The bride and groom looked incredible together, the sun was shining brightly, not a hint of clouds in the sky. I sat in the chairs arranged out on the lawn, watching the ceremony, smiling. He was a very old friend of mine and she was a friend of several years now. I couldn't be happier for them both, knowing that they truly were meant for each other.

My eyes wandered over the bridal party, seeing the guys uncharacteristically wearing kilts and baby blue, Converse high-tops in some show of humorous solidarity. The women, though, wore beautiful, long, auburn gowns. Each one had their hair intricately done up. My eyes fell on Jennifer as she stood there. She was also a friend of many years. I was saddened by the fact that our relationship hadn't gone further than that yet, but the timing just hadn't been right. Every time one of us was single, the other was dating someone.

The "friends" got together after the ceremony ended to share laughs, take pictures, and prepare for the reception that was to follow. As always, I somewhat paired up with Jennifer, sharing old jokes and punchlines as old friends do. I felt the familiar twitching in my stomach telling me to just ask her out. We were both single now... we needed to take the plunge.

When I finally got Jennifer alone, I asked if she wanted to go out as more than just friends. She seemed shocked that I would ask. We'd been friends for so long, she argued. She didn't want to ruin that if things went bad.

'How could things go wrong when we were meant to be together?' I wondered.

But I didn't ask.

I thought back to the first time we were at a party together. Both of us drank a little too much and were feeling happy, ornery, and horny... an interesting combination. We sat on the floor in the corner of the living room at our friends house, talking. I was just watching Jennifer's lips move, loving just how they looked, idly wondering what they tasted like.

I leaned forward and kissed her, obviously surprising her. It took Jennifer a moment to return the kiss, but when she did it was incredible. Our lips molded together perfectly and it felt so damn good. Our mouths opened and tongues dueled, with me first tasting her mouth and then she mine. We were panting, breathing heavily as things heated up even more.

Our hands stroked the other, holding us tightly together, feeling our bodies through our clothing. The rest of the room disappeared as we got lost in each other.

The music in the reception hall brought me out of my memories. The upbeat tempo brought most of us out onto the dance floor, spinning and gyrating, just like we were kids again. We felt so free and alive with the combination of old times, liquor, and incredible music playing.

Then a slow song played and I found myself next to Jennifer. We turned towards each other and uneasily walked into each others' arms. It felt awkward at first, but perfect moments later. Our bodies melded together and moved together with perfect rhythm. Jennifer's head was on my chest, no doubt listening to my rapid heart beat. My arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly to me. The world felt as it should be.

Jennifer looked up and smiled and I smiled back. Then she suddenly pushed up... and kissed me.

I kissed her back easily. It was like we'd never stopped kissing from that party so long ago. We fit together so perfectly, our lips touching, our tongues sliding effortlessly together. I felt her press against me even tighter. I heard her whimpers and her panting as we breathed together.

All I could think about was how this was so different than Jennifer's statement earlier. I was so confused to what Jennifer really wanted but savored the kiss, still holding her tightly to me. My mind faded to the possibilities...

I imagined we went up the street to the hotel after the reception. We both had a little too much to drink, we told ourselves, we didn't want to drive all the way home. And for the sake of saving money, we might as well get one room. We're friends... nothing more...

We were laughing about the wedding mishaps and jokes on the way to the room. We talked about the cute flower girl and ring bearer. We were having fun just being together. But I think we both felt there was a lot more there, something that we didn't want to admit so easily.

We got to the room and came inside, both finally realizing that we didn't have a change of clothes. It was a funny situation, but we just laughed it off in our slight drunkenness. Jennifer fell back onto her Queen-sized bed, kicking her shoes off, finally able to relax. She breathed out a sigh of relief that although it was a wonderful night, she was glad it was finally over.

I lay on my bed and agreed, it was about time the bride and groom finally tied the knot. They definitely deserved to. We joked a little about what they were probably doing upstairs, joking about her lingerie, the little, frilly thing that Jennifer helped her pick out... about the toys they probably brought to play with.

Jennifer turned on her side to face me, talking to me, asking me if I ever thought about getting married. I told her I definitely thought about it. I told her that I was waiting for that perfect person to come along, one that I knew would be the best one for me, and me for her.

Jennifer agreed saying she wanted to make sure it was with someone that would last forever, someone that was the perfect friend, perfect provider and protector, and the perfect lover. I asked what was wrong with her old boyfriends and she mentioned that they all failed in one or more of those categories. One was a great friend but was terrible in the sack. Another was wonderful in the sack but that was all he wanted... and he cheated on her. She mentioned that the last one left her wanting in so many ways she could barely even count.

The groom struck me on the back as we danced, waking me from my dream. The music was still playing the slow song and Jennifer was still in my arms. But I wanted my daydream so badly. I heartily congratulated him, telling him how happy I was that he found his soul mate. He and his new bride were dancing together, so happy, so beautiful together. They looked at us both and smiled, as if they knew something we did not.

When they swirled away, the dance floor seemed to disappear, leaving only us together. Leaving me to my fantasy once again.

I loved my fantasy... laying in the hotel room once more... just Jennifer and me...

Jennifer asked me the same question back, why none of my girlfriends had been wife material. I told her that I hadn't dated too much, a couple girls, but none that were really relationship material. Jennifer asked me what I considered relationship material was and I mentioned a lot of the same qualities that she mentioned. One thing that I wanted, for sure, was eternal passion. I wanted someone that I couldn't wait to make love to, even as we grew older. I wanted someone that thought about me the same way, that wanted me to make them cum every night for the rest of our lives.

Then things took a strange turn. Jennifer asked me what made me feel that burning need. She asked what I wanted... sexually... what made me tick and turned me on. I wondered if she was trying to tease me in some way. I wondered if maybe she was thinking of a way to make fun of me, or maybe a way to get me all hot and bothered and pull the "friend card" on me.

But she looked sincere. She looked... hopeful. So I answered.

I said I wanted a woman that looked incredible in lingerie. I wanted a woman with a terrific body and wasn't afraid to show it to me and use it to tease me. I wanted a woman that enjoyed sex, that thought about sex with me, that had to masturbate when I couldn't please her because she needed me so badly. I wanted a woman that enjoyed experimenting with me, enjoyed finding new ways to express her passion and allowed me to do the same.

Jennifer seemed to be breathing heavier as I described it to her, licking her lips in nervous excitement. Surprisingly, she broke the tension of the moment, telling me she had to use the restroom. I simply fell to my back on the bed and started unbuttoning my shirt, taking it off before pulling off the t-shirt. I tossed my shoes and socks aside as well and lay back on top of the comforter.

I was stunned when Jennifer walked out of the bathroom wearing only black lingerie. She stood in the doorway, provocatively, as if trying to elicit a comment... or other response. I felt my cock surge in my pants, slowly tenting them. She licked her lips when she saw the obvious reaction and then smiled. She told me she was happy she could make me feel a bit excited.

I laughed nervously. She had no idea how excited I was.

It was a lovely teddy complete with pantyhose. I shook my head remembering how I told Jennifer of my hosiery fetish before. It surprised me, though, that her outfit closely matched my fetish. I wondered if she had somehow hoped this situation would occur. She walked over to my bed and climbed up on it, crawling towards me.

Guess what, she asked. She told me she liked sex... a lot... that she thought about me... a lot... that she masturbated to visions of me... a lot. Jennifer told me she wanted to know what it felt like to fuck me, to have my body against her, thrusting into her. She wanted to know what it felt like to have my tongue on her and to feel my hardness between her lips.

I groaned loudly as she knelt there beside me. I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into a kiss. This one was far less gentle than the one on the dance floor. This one was fueled by a strong desire... a need... a hunger.

I pulled back, but pulled her towards me as I kissed down her neck to her chest. I was breathing hard as I kissed her breast over the frilly material, licking the hard nipple that was straining beneath it. I bit it gently and could hear her moan above me. She was panting as I pulled the shoulder strap down and quickly flicked my tongue over the naked flesh, tasting it, biting it, loving it.

I felt Jennifer's hand slide onto my leg and then quickly move to cover and stroke my straining erection. As I continued assaulting her breast, she pushed her hand against my shaft and teased me before grabbing the zipper and pulling it down. She easily opened the clasp of the pants and slid her hand inside and underneath my boxers, wrapping her fingers about the hardness she was trying to release.

She started stroking me, teasing my shaft, and watching it become even harder as I suckled on her breasts. My hand moved down her stomach and teased at her mound, cupping it and stroking it. Jennifer gasped in pleasure. She moved down my body quickly and licked the head of my cock, circling it. It felt so incredible as she kissed down the shaft and made little licking motions on the way back up to the head. She engulfed the head, sucking as she let her tongue circle it and tease it.

My fingers unsnapped the teddy at her pussy and I rubbed rapidly over her clit through her hose. We were groaning together as we each pleased and teased the other, rushing ourselves towards our mutual orgasm. I grabbed the hose and ripped it, tearing a small hole between her thighs. I pushed one finger in and then two, fingering her as my palm stroked her clit. She was so tight and wet. Her body was so ready to fuck... as much as I was.

I grabbed Jennifer's leg and spun towards her, pulling us into a sixty-nine position. I easily slid between her thighs and licked her clit, tasting her for the first time. It was simply perfect. I'd wanted to do this with her since we first met, and now wanted to do it forever.

Jennifer had never done a sixty-nine before and was amazed how well we fit together. She was amazed how wonderful it felt to suck on me while her pussy was so beautifully teased. She was amazed how well my mouth and tongue felt against her, how adept I was at bringing her to orgasm.

My arms wrapped around Jennifer's hips pulling her down onto my mouth as I licked and sucked her pussy, teasing her clit, and driving my tongue deep inside her. I thrust it in and out, fucking her with it as she moaned and gasped. Her lips wrapped around my cock and pulled it deep into her mouth, sucking on me so perfectly. Her hand wrapped around the shaft and continued jacking me as her mouth moved up and down.

We both sucked and licked into a frenzy and I felt her shudder with her first orgasm. Neither one of us wanted me to cum like this, so she'd kept me away from my orgasm... until now. She pulled away from me after she came, spun around, and quickly and easily pushed herself down onto my very hard, wet cock.

My hands grabbed hers, interlocking our fingers, holding tightly as she slid me deep inside her. We watched the pleasure on each other's face when we realized how good this really was. Her hips slowly rocked up and back, fucking me. I could feel her pussy milking me, holding me, and caressing me. It was the best feeling ever.

I moaned that this was far better than I ever imagined before and that I wanted to fuck her forever. She smiled briefly, before her face contorted in the pleasure my cock was giving her, filling her completely, pleasing every fiber of her being.

Jennifer was panting loudly, grunting with every thrust. I pushed up into her when I could, trying to move even deeper. I couldn't wait to cum with her... inside her. I'd wanted this for so long, dreamed of it, fantasized about it, masturbated to it so many times.

It was the best fucking in my life. I knew it was because it was with Jennifer. She came two more times before I finally exploded inside her. It felt like my entire body poured into her. All my muscles tensed as I thrust up for the last time, letting the torrent go, grunting loudly.

At last we collapsed on the bed. Jennifer moved up beside me and we hugged... falling asleep... knowing it wouldn't be the last time tonight... hoping it would be the start of an incredible future.

The song ended on the dance floor, a fast-beat song now loudly booming through the room, breaking my fantasy once again. We pulled away from each other, but only slightly. We were looking at each other, thinking about how things were beginning to change between us. I mentioned that I needed a drink and Jennifer wanted to come get one, too. Her hand slid into mine as we left the floor, walking over to the bar.

We sat in the corner of the reception hall, drinking our liquor slowly as we watched everyone else dancing. For the most part, we sat in silence, just listening to the music play, the people laughing, having a good time. Various friends came around saying hi to us. I think we were still wondering where this was going to lead. I knew where I wanted it to lead... but Jennifer seemed very unsure.

The kiss on the dance floor took me by surprise, not that Jennifer kissed me, but that it was so passionate. It took my breath away before I knew what was even happening. Her body had pressed against mine like lovers do. I was upset that clothing was in the way. My fantasy didn't help any, making me so damn horny. I wanted her badly, at least the fantasy I had of her.

At one point during our relaxation, Jennifer slipped off to the bathroom with the bride, coming back after what felt like forever, both with sly smiles. We never did talk about what they both discussed, but I had a sneaking suspicion it was something about me. I let it blow over, thinking it didn't really matter anyways. So we sat in relative silence for a little while longer.

I finally broke the silence during another slow song. I asked Jennifer if she even believed in love... not like the love of ice cream or even love your neighbor. But the kind of love where you feel like you can't live without the person. The kind of love that means you want to be connected to them twenty four hours a day, making love because you not only love how it feels to you but you want to make the other person feel so much pleasure.

Jennifer told me she did believe in love like that, but it was so hard to find. She thought she'd found that kind of love in several boys she dated, but they all fell short. No one met her needs. And now she was having trouble getting dates at all. She said very few guys even seemed to take an interest in her and that it sometimes made her angry or depressed. Sometimes she didn't even want to go out with friends anymore, fearing the rejection.

I laughed, which surprised her. Jennifer thought I was making fun of her at first, but I quickly apologized. I told her that it surprised me, is all. I never thought she'd be one not to have a guy on her arm. I had imagined she'd marry someone that was very successful, someone that would give her a big house and three gorgeous kids. I was frankly puzzled why that hadn't happened yet.

I joked that maybe it was the horrible way Jennifer kissed, making Jennifer almost spit out her drink. She looked at me in shock as I sat with a smug smile on my face. Then she smacked me on the arm and we laughed. She argued with me that she kissed well and I suggested it could have been better. I went so far as to suggest that if the kissing was that bad, the rest just had to be terrible as well. It was almost a challenge and I could tell that she was ready to accept it.

The sexual tension was back and it was a wonderful feeling. We were happy being together, not knowing where this was going to lead. I suggested we go out for a walk to get a little fresh air, so we went out the front of the reception hall and started walking around the parking lot. We walked slow and barely got down one lane when our hands touched and electricity sparked.

We stopped for a second, laughing, and then slid our hands into the other's and continued walking. About half way around the lot, Jennifer asked me if I really thought her kissing was horrible. I laughed softly and told her that it wasn't as if I had a lot of examples to go by.

I surprised her by pulling her hand, turning her towards me, and pulling her into a hug.

"Maybe I need another example," I said. I reached behind her head and pulled her lips to mine, kissing her. At first it was a light kiss, but it quickly became more passionate. My hands reached around her waist and pulled her tight against me. She seemed to melt in my arms. My hands moved lower, cupping her ass and she whimpered into my mouth. I pushed my erection against her, letting her know I wanted her.

My mouth moved across her jaw to her ear and I licked, nibbling on it. I whispered that I needed to touch her, my hands stroking her legs, pulling her dress up. I pressed her against one of the cars, pinning her there with my body as I moved her dress above her hips. Jennifer was moaning into my ear as I kissed and nibbled on her neck.

I felt her shiver with desire and need. I was panting with desire myself, knowing that this was the girl of my dreams. She was in my arms. I've tasted her and wanted more... so much more.

I felt her pantyhose beneath my fingertips and stroked gently up to her hip until I reached the waistband. My fingers then delved beneath, sliding between her skin and the sheer hose, moving to her ass. Jennifer groaned loudly and pushed her hips forward, encouraging me to continue. I squeezed the fleshy lobes and pulled as I ground myself against her. Then my hand moved around to her front.

One arm wrapped around her waist, holding her tightly to me. I pressed her against the car, kissing her throat, nibbling on it, listening to her moan. My fingers slid over her mound sliding in her pubic hair, moving lower to slide over her clit. Fingers went on either side, pinching as they slid lower. I moved them up and down, stroking her clit like a miniature cock, jerking her off. Jennifer pushed into me, her hands grabbing my arms, holding them tightly.