The day of the wedding drew near. Simon returned from college, but they had little time with each other. They were together mainly for the wedding rehearsals, which thrilled Sarah, but which Simon lost patience with, exposing a petulant side to his nature that Sarah hadn't seen before. However, when she next saw him, he was his usual charming self and Sarah couldn't wait to be made a woman by him; only two days to go!
The day before the wedding, Amy came to stay to help Sarah get ready and Simon and his friend, Jeremy, who was to be his best man and a small coterie of his college friends were due to have their traditional bachelor's night out. Sarah had heard a few stories and hoped his friends weren't going to hire a stripper, or worse and hopefully wouldn't get him drunk and tie him naked to a lamppost.
On the morning of the wedding, it was all hustle and bustle. Both Sarah and Amy were running around like headless chickens, and it took Mary's steadying influence to get them both ready for the ceremony.
Once they were both set, Mary dashed off to see how things were progressing downstairs. The wedding was to be held in the garden, since their church was far too small to house all the guests, mainly from the Fitzpatrick's side, it had to be said.
In this quiet moment, Amy asked Sarah if she had any doubts. "I know you've worshipped Simon from afar for years, but is this what you really want? You don't really know him that well, after all."
"I don't know him that well, it's true, but arranged marriages happen all the time, and with both partners willing and committed, I've read that many couples come to love each other deeply after a while, and many of these marriages go the distance, unlike many others these days. Besides, he is so handsome and dreamy! And I will do everything I can to be a good and obedient wife to him and have his children and be a good mother."
Sarah leaned in towards Amy, "Did you go without panties after all?"
"Yes! And it feels so deliciously naughty! You should too!"
"Oh, Amy, I shouldn't! God will know I'm making my solemn wedding vows not wearing panties!"
"Oh, go on, do it!"
So, Sarah, biting her lip, stood and slipped off her tiny white thong and in doing so, revealed a blue garter high on her thigh.
"Ah, something borrowed, something blue!"
"Yes, I borrowed a bracelet from my Mum and this blue garter came with the dress"
"Hmm, I like it!" said Amy, pulling it away from her thigh and then allowing to snap back.
"Ow! Amy!"
Mary came back to tell them all the guests were assembled and Simon and Jeremy were making there way up to the head of the aisle.
Mary bustled about making last second adjustments to their dresses and Sarah's bouquet. "Oh Miss! You are the most beautiful bride I've ever seen!"
The two girls made their way to the garden and waited in until the bridal march started to be played. As Sarah walked up the aisle, she was conscious of the gasps and murmurs of appreciation at her appearance and when she saw Simon's back, her heart started to race. He turned and gave her a wan smile; he was looking the worse for wear; His eyes were bloodshot and he had dark circles around his eyes. Clearly, he'd been drinking heavily the night before, a fact that Sarah had half expected from a traditional bachelors night.
Sarah's mind was a whirlwind of emotion; excitement, nervousness and trepidation. Only a few moments stood out in her mind. That she promised before god to 'love, honour and obey'. And them both saying, "I do." And then as Simon kissed his bride. She was now his wife and a married woman!
The photographer then called them all to a very picturesque part of the garden for the formal photographs.
"My goodness, will they never end?" thought Sarah.
Her face was beginning to ache from smiling for posed photographs so much. They went through all the permutations of family and friends. And then the photographer called all the groomsmen together with Simon and Jeremy. This included cousin Joseph and well as the twin cousins Ralph and James. The photographer had Sarah sitting on a chair with her new husband standing behind and the rest of the groomsmen kneeling at her feet. He took a few photographs of this arrangement before asking Sarah if she was wearing a garter.
Sarah blushed but whispered, "Yes."
"Ok, so let's get a photo of the garter!" exclaimed the photographer.
"I'm not sure that'd be appropriate," murmured Sarah.
"Oh, go on, Sarah, its traditional," said Simon.
So, Sarah obeyed and carefully raised her skirts to show the garter.
"Oh, while did I put it so high!" complained Sarah to herself.
After the photo, Sarah hurriedly pulled down her hem.
The photographer wasn't finished, however. "I need a shot of the garter being removed"
Immediately, Joseph shouted, "I claim the honour!"
"It should be my husband that does the honours," said Sarah, vehemently.
"Oh, let him have his fun!" said Simon.
So, Sarah bit her lip and sat motionless while Joseph reached under her skirts. As his hands went higher, she held her breath and then stifled a gasp as his fingertip reached her naked pussy. Joseph looked up and gave her a satisfied smirk. The photographer seemed to take an age to adjust everyone's pose and all the while, the tip of Joseph's finger was circling her clit.
To her horror and shame, she realised she was approaching orgasm. It would be a disaster if she came now, she realised.
Eventually, the garter was pulled down and was brandished by Joseph for another photo. Sarah breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time felt she was going to burst, being left hanging in such a way.
