Chapter 1. The Invitation
My best friend, Mike, surprised me with an unusual phone call. "Sammy," he said excitedly, "How ya doin' brother?"
"Great Mike," I replied. "Nice to hear from you outside of our birthdays!"
"Yeah, man. Hey Sammy, I'm getting married!"
"Holy shit, man, Congratulations!" was about all I could muster. He proceeded to tell me all about his new girl and from the sounds of it, my boyhood friend had met his soul mate. I interjected an occasional, "Hey, that's great, buddy," and, "Aw, I'm happy for you, man."
He concluded his lengthy description with, "Sammy, I'd like you to be my best man."
"Wow, man." I was stunned.
I hadn't seen Mike much in the last few years, ever since his job took him to northern Wisconsin a few years back, but we always managed to keep in touch via fb and with our annual birthday calls. I was surprised that he asked me to be his best man, but felt honored, and said so, "Mike, I'm honored that you asked me, and I accept. I'll try to be the best, best man ever!"
He filled me in on the dates and details and explained my responsibilities which, for the best man, I learned, were few, thank goodness. After well wishes, we said goodbye. Then, I asked my girlfriend, Julie, if she'd be my date for the wedding. We'd been dating for a month or so at that point, and things were heating up nicely between us. She had practically moved into my house, but still kept her own place nearby. She checked her schedule on line and replied, "Oh Sam, you know I'd love to go with you and meet your boyhood chum, but I can see online right now that I have shifts that weekend and we're always short staffed at the hospital. I'm so sorry. I promise I'll make it up to you!"
I was disappointed that she couldn't join me for the weekend getaway, but I understood why. Julie was a nurse and extremely dedicated to her profession. She worked crazy hours but I never once heard her complain. She was much more of a giver than a taker, which made her an especially caring and compassionate nurse, as well as lover.
"It's all right, "I said dejectedly. "I'll just mope around sad and lonely that weekend, while my best friend marries the girl of his dreams."
"You'll hardly miss me," she scoffed. "Anyway, as best man, you have to be there for the groom, and it's tradition that you watch over the maid of honor, too. You'd probably have no time for me anyway," she pouted, then added, "Now, just how would you describe the girl of YOUR dreams."
'Julie is definitely close', I thought, and started describing her to a tee. "Well, let's see. I picture her with long, chestnut brown hair, maybe with a few blond streaks in it to add a bit of a wild look. She wears her hair in a sexy JF style, before AND after sex, so you never really know." She giggled. I continued, "Her face is sweet. She has a flawless complexion, bright, intelligent, sparkling hazel eyes, and her mouth..." I closed my eyes and licked my lips for effect. "...is warm and soft and perfectly shaped for kissing," I paused for effect, "and other things."
She was gliding toward me as I described her. She brought her hands to my belt and began to undress me.
"The rest of her is perfectly shaped, too," I continued as I peeled off her loosely buttoned blouse. "Full, perfectly shaped breasts with sensitive nipples," I said while unclasping her bra and dropping it to the floor. Then I added, "perfect breasts for sucking, a small waist, flat tummy, full hips and beautiful, squeezable, kissable ass."
As I finished my description, she lowered my jeans and boxers and descended to her knees to bring her lips to my growing hardness. My cock pulsed and grew as she kissed and licked, and began sucking on the head. In moments I was fully erect and my hardness filled her mouth. As she sucked on my erect member, I told her about her own sweet pussy, "My dream girl's pussy is the warmest and softest. then it gets hot and slick. My baby gets so wet for me, especially when she's sucking so good on my hard cock." Julie loved the sexy banter and murmured agreement around a mouthful of hard man flesh as she worked on my tool. And so began the dreamlike dance that we so often enjoyed over the next weeks leading up to the wedding.
In the weeks since that call from Mike, my tux had been fitted and was ready to be picked up locally. The bachelor party was now behind us. A modest affair, since both Mike's and my dad were in the mix. Everyone one seemed happy with the party bus, the day at Top Golf, and the drinks and food I had arranged throughout the day and night. No craziness or strippers for that group. 'Probably better that way,' I thought. Now, the last thing to remember was the rings. I tapped my pocket to make sure they were there. I didn't want to be that guy, the dope who forgot the rings.
Chapter 2. The Departure
At last, the day arrived when I would head up north for the rehearsal dinner that evening, and stand up to Mike's wedding the following day.
I was up early on the Friday morning I had to leave, packing for the trip. From the bed, Julie stretched and yawned, then threw back the covers and said, "Is today the day you have to go up north already?"