A Wedding to Remember

(Long time reader, first time writer, glad to have your eyes and hopefully your comments on my work! Everyone in this story is above 23 and imaginary)

Unpacking my suitcase after getting home from that oh-so-lovely break from my dreary days was truly a task. I fished out half-drunk bottles of vodka, rumpled clothes, and more soap bars than I would ever want. A half smile, and pleasant memories rose up, as my fingers got caught in a pair of lacy black panties, ripped at the crotch.

I hadn't met my friends in a few years. I had been working on site, in the middle of nowhere for what seemed like far too much time. I missed hanging out with them. Carousing in Rohan's house till at least two bedtimes would have come and gone was one of my fondest memories of college. There was no one to pick me up at the airport. Everyone had reached a couple of days ago.

I found a taxicab that appeared to be at least as old as my dads Nokia, and set off towards the venue. It was on the outskirts of Bangalore, and seeing as how the airport was on the other side of town, it took almost as long as my flight had taken, jolted in and out of sleep by the potholes and speed-breakers.

When I finally reached, I was ready to slump into a bed and a bath, not necessarily in that order. I had gulped down a sandwich at the airport so I wasn't particularly hungry. Luckily I saw Rohan just as I was waling in, 'Glad to see you finally made it' he accosted me.

"Hey if I showed up early to anything in my life, its because i was too late to the last thing" I grinned at him.

"Too true, too true. Let's get you settled in. You look ghastly" He offered.

"Now is that something nice to say to your friend who you havent seen in two years?" I frowned in mock-anger.

He led me to the concierge, got me my keycard and saw me off in the lobby. The groom has much on his mind, and I didn't want to keep him too long. I knew I wouldn't be able to see much of him, other than the mandated wedding ceremonies, but that was okay, we were planning to take a trip to catch up after the wedding anyways.

On the way to my room, I passed the bridal suite, and Aisha happened to be poking her head out, looking in either direction. A gleaming smile lit up her face as she saw me. "Anoooooooj" she squealed. Aisha, Rohan and I met in college. They were both dating other people at the time, but had been good friends nevertheless. When six months ago Rohan broke the news to me, I was surprised to be sure, but glad all the same. They were perfect for each other.

Aisha pulled me into the room. I realised why her head had only been poking out. She was clad only in her underwear, evidently just out of the shower. While making the mandatory small talk, I couldn't help but slide my eyes over her exquisite physique. Skin the color of deep caramel, with tantalising tan lines that started deep within her panties. Almond shaped eyes, with a twinkle in them to die for. A mischievous smile, with adorable dimples, and a rosebud mouth that in a pout would make me agree with whatever she would be saying.

And her curves were truly drool worthy. Her breasts drew the gaze easily, luscious curves that dipped into her bra, but leaving plenty to appreciate. Her nippled strained against the fabric in the cold air, and the dip of her hips only served to accentuate her gorgeously curvaceous ass. I had loved walking behind her, watching that ass sway hypnotically.

She wrapped herself around me, her arms reaching high in the air to grab my neck, pulling my body into her. I felt her pillowy softness curl into me. We had been really good friends, even though we had lost touch, but she had evidently lost none of her comfort around me. I demurely slid my hands around her waist, she was warm to the touch, and her skin shivered under my caress. "It's been so long" She whispered. "Can you believe I'm getting married?" she giggled excitedly.

"Congratulations" I smiled, "I couldn't have dreamed up a better match myself, although its a mystery to me why you guys never got together before." She clung to me, walking on her tiptoes, and I leaned downwards, so she wouldnt have to struggle too much as she led me to the bed

"I guess everything has a time and place" She shrugged. She smiled that enigmatic smile of hers and added "I guess I was a bit distracted during college." as she kissed me on the cheek.

I smiled back at her as memories rose unbidden, of her playing footsie with me in the mess hall, and of walking back to dorm rooms half drunk and holding each other for support. "I'm sorry I wont be able to spend much time with you these days, a bride has her duties, but I hope we still get to spend some," At this point she stopped walking ahead of me abruptly and pushed her ass into me for a second, "quality time together at the very least"

We sat and talked for a bit, catching up on our lives, when a knock came at the door. "That must be Rhea, I was looking for her when you bumped into me" Aisha wrapped a robe around herself and secured it, before opening the door. I took this as my cue to leave and get some much needed shut eye. As I walked past the new entry, I had a sudden feeling that I would be having some extremely pleasant dreams to go with it.

Rhea was tall and willowy, her head bobbing somewhere a shade below my nose. Stunningly beautiful, a shy smile broadened across her face. Her eyes were an entrancing golden flecked brown, cute button of a nose, and long sinuous lines sketched her face. The curve of her neck was enticingly bordered by a curtain of raven black hair, mussed up by a day of activities. She was wearing a figure hugging T-shirt and jeans which accentuated her shapely physique. She definitely was someone who hit the gym, well delineated muscles pulsed as she stopped suddenly to say hello. She smelled like fresh garden air and flowers.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Anuj" I offered my hand, as she gave me a once-over in return. Her smile tugged to one side, evidently getting some ideas of her own.

"Rhea" she replied. "See you around" I promised, as Aisha pulled her in, and I went off to get some shut-eye. This wedding was looking to be quite promising indeed.

Rohan woke me up at around 2am from a dream where Rhea was draping her thighs over my shoulders, my phone buzzing with a command to head over to his room. In lieu of a proper bachelors night, we were gonna get hammered. The next morning only had the haldi ceremony, which Rohan was quite happy to use as a method to wash out a hangover.

I walked in and they had already started drinking. I was greeted by being handed a shot, poured sloppily into a plastic glass by one of our mutual acquaintances, Shreya. Shreya was more of Rohan's friend than mine, but we knew each other. There were four others in the room, Raj, Shreya's boyfriend and another mutual. And two other people I was introduced to as friends of Rohan from his school days, and to my suprise Rhea who I thought was Aisha's friend. Turns out she was Rohan's old school buddy. We knocked back a few drinks toasting to the good health of our mutual friend and king of the hour Rohan.

Slightly buzzed, as the conversation picked up between them, I sat back and nursed another drink. Rhea came and sat next to me. Shreya was engaging one of the others in a conversation about their relationships.

"what about you? are you in a relationship?" Rhea enquired demurely.

"Not right now" I demurred.

"I have a shitty boyfriend. We are probably going to break up once I get back" She declared, staring at the far corner.

I took a sip, "Want to talk about it?" I ventured.

"Nah, he kept breaking up with me over silly things.. And then he would apologise and want to get back together, only to repeat it all" She sighed. "You know, it all started once he asked me if I wanted to get married." She rested her head on my shoulder. "I mean, its not like I was rushing him into it. He asked me." She looked up at me through her long lashes "But basically he got spooked and then it got over" she blinked rapidly.

"Well, do you?" I continued, "Want to get married?"

She thought about it for a moment, "Not right now" she said after a pause, smirking.

She wove her hand through mine saying, "Lets go for a walk. I need to walk these thoughts off." I nodded at Rohan, as I escorted her outside.

"whats your room number?" I asked,

"Why?" she arched a brow.

"So that I know where to drop you off" I said gently.

"Whats your room number?" she asked slowly, looking up at the night sky. It was a dark night, cloudy, with the thin sliver of moonlight disappearing every once in a while.

"403" I replied, entranced by the shadows the moonlight brought out over her face.

"Let's go there then" she said confidently. "After the walk of course" she laughed and led me out into the courtyard.

It was quite a beautiful venue. There were waterways winding their way across the property, and walkways lining them on either end, rising and falling with the curve of the flowing water. She spared a glance for the sleeping masses behind us. All lights were turned down, it felt like we had the place all to ourselves. She slid her hand across my waist, and slipped into my jeans, tracing the curve of my muscles, and squeezed my ass. I turned and kissed the top of her head, breathing in that floral musk. I mirrored her movements. The soft curve of her hips bucked up against me playfully. I pushed her up against the railing, and buried my face in the crook of her neck. The soft burbling of the water was punctuated by her soft breathy sighs as I wound my way kissing up from her collarbone up to her earlobe. My hands explored her, slipping into her shirt and squeezing gently her soft flesh.

I held her in my arms, and looked at her. The darkness shrouded her features, but somehow, her face was as clear to me as broad daylight. Her face was as familiar to me as my own. We were both the right amount of buzzed, where the hard edges of the world are taken off. We were both at the right time of night, when everything is asleep and only we were up. We were both the wrong distance from each other. We corrected it by going into a deep and sensous kiss. Her lips were gentle and curious. She took my lower lip into her mouth, and then my upper, I tried not to inhale her in my passion. She tamed the fire burning up from within me.

We kissed for what felt like forever. The moon peeked out from behind the clouds, and I saw her take a sharp breath, her breasts heaving against her shirt with the sheer lusty force of our kiss. I drew her back in. I lifted her up, and sat her on the railing, and her legs wound around me. Just as I had dreamed, they were lithe with strength, and they pulled me into her with an aching need.

"403?" I queried in a deep voice full of unsated need.

"Take me" She breathlessly replied. I have no memory of the walk back, other than the electric tingle of her skin under my fingertips and the relentless animal passion that drove us. The keycard buzzed and I threw the door open, pulling her in with me. The lights were off, the air conditioning was bitingly cold. I pulled off my shirt. She shed hers and pushed herself up against me.

We fell into each other and onto the bed. She hungrily sought my mouth again and we melted into a kiss. Her tongue delved into mine, and I sucked at it, trying to draw her ever closer. Long deep sensuous slurping noises filled the air around us. In the heat of the moment, I didn't notice a slight movement of shadows in the corner near the chair in front of the window. To tell the truth I was far too gone to care. All I wanted was Rhea's warm body under mine, right the fuck now. I pressed her down on the bed, and left a trail of kisses from the angle of her mouth, tracing her shapely neck, and brought her breasts to my mouth. She pushed them up at me. I laid soft slow kisses, breaking our haste, and sharpening the need building up within her.

Her nipples brushed my cheek as I made my way down, hard nubs, that everytime I brushed made her gasp. I drew lazy corcles tracing her areolae in a wide spiral, before popping her nipple into my mouth. The effect was immediate. I grazed her with my teeth and she bucked under neath me. I nibbled a soft love bite and repeated the same with her other nipple. Evidently they were a sensitive spots for her. Breathy moans began to fill the room, emanating seemingly from everywhere.

She slackened the grip of her legs around my waist as I kissed my way down her delicious body. My fingers massaged her breasts, and flicks over her nipples pushed her into grabbing my hair savagely. I pulled off her skirt, she wasn't wearing any panties underneath. I kissed my way up from her knees. She threw her head back against the pillow and gave me a look of sheer abandon. I loved that.

I nibbled her inner thighs, going slower and slower to build up anticipation before I snatched my gaze away from her eyes to look at her yummy puffy pussy, swollen with desire. I simply breathed over her clit, the warm puff of air causing her to buck her hips a bit. I held her hips down, spread her legs, and gently began to give long wide licks along the sides of her pussy, until she made a keening noise, and I looked up at her biting her lip and when I tilted my head to the side, mock-questioningly, she nodded furiously. The next lick changed course midway to go in between her lips and caress her clit from base to tip.

She let out a moan of satisfaction. I started eating her out in earnest, teasing the area around her clit with small circles and figure of eights while her hands yanked at my hair. "please please please" she kept saying in between moans. With a particularly sensuous lick up her sopping pussy, I slid a finger into her. She let out a surprised shriek. I leaned up to kiss her as I slowly moved inside her. I made a beckoning motion with my finger to see if she liked it. Judging by how fiercely she leaned into the kiss and grabbed at my back, I supposed she did like it.

I continued to build a slow but insistent rhythm, punctuating my kisses with the beckoning motion. After a few rounds, I dipped my head to take her nipples into my mouth again, and played with them using my tongue. Using my thumb, i started tracing lazy circles around her clit. I added a finger, she was so wet that it barely et with any resistance, and her eyes widened. I repeated the beckoning motion over her g-spot and she writhed under me.

I turned her around, so she was on her back, with her hips over my folded legs, giving me free access to her pussy. I looked up at the corner where I thought I'd seen some movement, and I swore I could see a pair of cat like familiar eyes fixed intently at me from the shadows. But it felt like a trick of the light, and anyway, I was occupied with more pressing matters.

I gradually built up a rhythm, fucking her with my fingers relentlessly. Her eyes rolled back into her head. I tried to plunge my fingers into her as deep as they would go, and then with a long sweeping motion, brush up against her g-spot. This drew the most reaction, she writhed and thrashed and curled up with my fingers still inside her, and almost tried to draw away from me. I gently coaxed her back with a slow rhythm and then did it again. This time she gushed over my fingers. I spread her legs and lapped up all that nectar. We were both panting and drew into a long sloppy make out session, her juices mingling into our kisses deliciously.

I was raging hard, but she seemed pretty much finished. We collapsed into each others arms. She snuggled into my side and I held her. She was quite bushed, what with the booze and our mutual exertions. I nuzzled her hair, and laid back closing my eyes, appreciatively replaying the nights events in my memory. I was slightly disappointed that I didn't get to cum, but there would be time for that later. I drowsed into half-sleep.

I felt a pleasing wetness engulf my cock, and it throbbed insistently in response. A soft cascade of hair brushed against my thighs. I opened my eyes and saw Aisha staring straight back at me. Her eyes were filled with a feline satisfaction as she devoured my cock with no hesitation. Her mouth felt incredible, like soft satin but much, oh much fucking better. I was quite sensitive from all the stimulation, and was raring to go. Her expert tongue flicked around my cock head, drawing appreciative pulsations bucking from my hips. She smiled at me as she bobbed up, quite pleased with herself.

I started moving my hips in earnest, fucking her throat. She took it like a champ, and never broke eye contact. There was raw, hungry sexuality pouring off of her. She played with my balls idly, and started sucking on them, while stroking my cock with spit lubed fingers. She smirked, and looking at me for my response, swiped a hand across Rhea's pussy, who moaned in her sleep, and added that lube to her handjob. My breath caught in my throat. I leaned over and kissed Rhea, still locking eyes with Aisha. Rhea half asleep, nuzzled closer to me but did not wake.

She puckered her lips over my cock head, and started stroking my faster and faster. Her face, this situation, and my god, it was HER wedding! I blew my load over her and she clamped her lips over my cock, swallowing every last drop. She nursed my cock till it grew soft, then leaned up to my ear and whispered, "Yummy"

With that she exited the room, and I drowsed to sleep, living pleasant dreams indeed.

(I've left it open-ended, you will notice there is as yet no mention of the lacy black panties. And if there is the call for it, I do have ideas for a couple of sequels)