Author's Note:
This is the 17
th
and final story in a series. The whole series is
1 -- In Camera
2 -- Sins Of The Father
3 -- Summer Of Love
4 -- A lady's companion
5 -- Summa Cum Laude
6 -- Things To Be Thankful For
7 -- That Special Someone
8 -- Homecoming Queen
9 -- Touch But Don't Look
10 - Promises, Rules And Their Breaking
11 -- Fifty Ways To Please Your Lover
12 -- London Calling
13 -- Business And Pleasure
14 -- Through A Glass Darkly
15 -- Family And Friends
16 -- The Morning After The Night Before
And finally,
17 -- Happily Ever After
"Upon what meat does this, our Caesar, feed?" David had everyone's attention and that was more than a little nerve-racking, even though they were all friends. This was a big day and he had one more important duty to perform.
"No, I'm not about to betray Eric, stab him in the back or anything so dramatic. Eric is my friend, my fraternity brother and my boss. But our familiarity -- and believe me when I say we are familiar -- doesn't lessen the awe I hold him in. If anything, knowing Eric as I do, I'm more in awe of him.
Perhaps this will make more sense if I start at the beginning.
I first met Eric when I pledged to Phi Kappa Delta and Eric was that year's Fraternity President. He wasn't notably scandalous at that time and I was such a quiet, studious soul that I dropped completely below his radar... Or so I thought. It was all about to change. That was the year Eric inherited a business empire he had little understanding of and less interest in. It's been said often, by Eric himself, that the only good business decision he's ever made was giving Parry control of the company. And while Parry slaves away over a hot desk, Eric has been free to pursue his true vocation as a libertine.
Nor did Eric forget his oath to his fraternity. His largesse has become the stuff of legends, especially the Social Development Program, of which I am a graduate."
"With honours!" A sweet contralto voice interjected. David glanced along the high table to B who smiled to see him blush just a little.
"Eric's career since has been more notorious than notable, he is more infamous than famous. His art has pushed the boundaries further than anyone could have thought possible. But let's be honest: he's had help." David glanced along the table again, past Eric, past Kelsey, making eye contact with first B then Helen, both beautiful in their matching dresses. Both were smiling their gentle encouragement. He continued.
"He had help from... I have to get this right..." David made a show of remembering what he'd been told to say. "From two of the sweetest and most adorable young ladies one could wish to meet."
There was laughter. Everyone present knew to whom he was referring and just how much of the truth his description of them had left out.
"And, in truth, it was that notoriety -- the provocatively intimate nature of Eric's work that first drew Kelsey into his orbit. In a frankly bizarre parody of a very adult fairy tale, Eric and Kelsey found each other and found in each other the thing they really sought -- the thing everyone seeks -- the other halves of their hearts.
The unicorn... and we're all aware of Eric's unique horn... The unicorn has, true to the fairy tale, been tamed by a virgin and we are gathered today to wish them both a happily-ever-after.
Ladies and Gentlemen, please raise your glasses to the bride and groom."
"The bride and groom!" Many voices echoed in unison. Glasses clinked and Champagne was quaffed.
* * * * *
"Phew!" David sat back down, his work done. Barring incident, he had no more formal duties as best man. Traditionally, he had to look after the bridesmaids but he really didn't think Helen and B needed any help. He finished his champagne in one gulp.
"You were great!" Rebecca whispered, leaning against his arm and insinuating her hand into his, drawing it into her lap.
"Really?" He whispered back, turning towards her and pressing both their hands a little more firmly against her thigh as he buzzed her."
"Yes... Shh" Rebecca nodded along the table. Parry was on his feet and speaking.
* * * * *
"... absolute honesty that I've come to think of Kelsey as a daughter and so I was honoured and delighted when she asked me to give her away. In keeping with tradition, I'm also paying for the wedding... out of Eric's funds." There was a little laughter at that. Parry held Eric's power of attorney. "I haven't much to say, but there are some people to thank. Firstly, Titania, for arranging all the flowers today. Tittie, they're beautiful. Thank you." There was brief but hearty applause for Titania's work, which made her blush a little -- no mean feat.
"... And tomorrow, all those flowers will be taken to local hospitals and nursing homes so enjoy them while you can.
I also have to thank Pierre and Mary for hosting this wedding. I think you'll all agree, they've done us proud." More applause. If Mary blushed, it didn't show on her dark chocolate skin, but Pierre's beaming, gleaming smile was more than obvious. "Thanks guys..."
Parry had quite a few more people to thank but David tuned the rest out. He was distracted by the warmth of Rebecca's thighs, trapping his hand. He hadn't had time for sex last night, with all the last minute stuff for the wedding, and they'd been separated for bachelor parties the night before. He did a quick calculation. It was 70 hours, almost to the minute, since they'd had sex. That was the longest dry spell they'd had in six months of dating. He was rock hard right now and, for two pins, would just bend Rebecca over the table and fuck her like a jack hammer. In this company, it's quite probable that nobody would mind. That is, nobody but Rebecca. She was shy... compared to the rest of the women at this table.
"What're you thinking?" Rebecca asked quietly. She'd noticed he wasn't paying attention to Parry's speech or her.
"Just how long it's been since we made love."
"And?" There was a momentary increase in the pressure from her thighs.
"And it's been 3 days. Would you be very embarrassed if I fucked you right now, in front of everyone?"
"Very." Rebecca knew he was being hypothetical. "But..." she eased his hand out of her lap just long enough to hitch her hem up. David found his hand being thrust back between her legs. "Aren't long table cloths great?" Rebecca asked, mischief gleaming in her eyes.
"I'm so hard right now."
"Good." Rebecca stroked the ridge along David's thigh. It twitched. "Very good." She was either complimenting him on the temper of his erection or the impudence of his fingertips that were rubbing just above the nub of her clitoris through her underwear.