The Elevation of Sarah Stevens

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.

Eventually they made their way to the ballroom which was set up for the wedding feast. Sarah ate little, she was so on edge and paid little attention to the speeches. She just wanted her itch to be scratched and couldn't wait for Simon to scratch it for her. Simon also ate little but made up for it with glass after glass of wine and champagne.

Eventually the tables were cleared and moved from the dance floor. The musicians started a waltz and Simon led Sarah to the floor for the first dance. He was a little unsteady on his feet, but they managed to get through it before they were joined by the groomsmen and family members.

The first to cut in was Simon's father. He was very suave and a good lead and the pair of them danced very well together, though he held her rather too close.

"You dance so well, Mr Fitzpatrick!"

"Sarah, you're family, now, you can't keep calling me Mr Fitzpatrick. My name's Marcus. Hmm, I can see by your face that you're uncomfortable with that," he said wryly.

Marcus was captivated by his son's bride. He didn't think he'd seen anyone so beautiful. They say all brides look beautiful on their wedding day, but Sarah was incomparable. He was holding her close, and he could feel her full breasts pressing into his chest. He couldn't resist lowering his hands to her round bottom, remembering the feel of it from when he gave her a spanking! Like then he started to get hard, and he involuntarily pulled her into his erection.

"My goodness, he's got hard for me again," thought Sarah.

"As I say, we're family now, I'm your father-in-law. Maybe you can't call me father since you already have one. Why don't you call me 'Daddy', if you're uncomfortable

with Marcus"

Sarah was rather bewildered; her father in law's erection pressing into her tummy, the feel of his hands on her bare bottom through the thin silk and her own arousal which hadn't dissipated since the photo session, all conspired to overwhelm her senses.

"Yes, Daddy, if you say so," said Sarah demurely.

It was at this point the Marcus realised his behaviour was highly inappropriate. He was coming on to his Son's bride! May god forgive him but he had to let her go before he did something he'd regret.

It was at this point that one of the twins cut in and Marcus handed her over with both relief and regret.

"Which one are you?" asked Sarah.

"I'm James," said her partner, and proceeded to dance her around the floor. Like Marcus, he held her very close and in her heightened state, Sarah was very much aware of her breasts and thighs being in close contact with the boy. The other twin then cut in.

"So, I'm guessing you're Ralph," smiled Sarah.

"No, I'm James."

"But I've just been dancing with James!" said Sarah with some shock.

"Just kidding! We fool people all the time. By the way, your bridesmaid, Amy, is a real dish!"

Sarah looked over at Amy and saw her with fresh eyes. She'd let her short hair grow so that it was a fluffy halo framing her face. The dress showed off her large breasts, and the little bit of makeup she wore enhanced her natural beauty. She didn't look like a tomboy at all.

She saw the other twin approach her and James, or Ralph, said, "I'd better get over there before he gets off with her and has her to himself."

He dashed off and Sarah found herself alone. But only for seconds. Joseph seemed to appear magically from thin air and her took her in his arms, holding her so close that she was forced to expel her breath.

He whispered in her ear, "Am I the only one that knows you're not wearing panties?"

His hot breath on her sensitive ears sent shivers down her spine and when his lips brushed her neck, she felt a current go straight to her pussy.

"Joseph, I'm a married woman now, you can't say those sorts of things to me!"

"But I bet your pussy's wet, isn't it."

Sarah couldn't admit it, but she knew that she was soaking

"Joseph, stop that right now!"

"I can't, Sarah, I won't, you set me on fire. If you were wearing panties, I'd rip them off you right now. If I was your husband, I'd take you round the corner, lift your skirts and fuck you right here- I couldn't make myself wait any longer."

"Oh Joseph, you shouldn't say such things!" said Sarah, and when Joseph started surreptitiously pinching and stroking her nipples, Sarah experienced another flush of arousal and started looking for her new husband to save her from this lecher. She saw him by the bar, drinking with the best man.

She tried to squirm away from his grasp, but he held her tight and continued to play with her breasts, Sarah looked around frantically, looking to see if anyone was looking.

"Joseph, someone might see!"

In the corner of her eye, she saw that Mr Fitzpatrick ("No, he's Daddy, now," thought Sarah), and Ms Staunton had approached Simon to have words with him and he subsequently approached Sarah and Joseph on the dance floor.

"It's time we left the party, my dear wife and take our leave of our guests." His words were slight slurred, but Sarah was flooded with relief. Not only had she escaped Joseph's clutches, but her husband was taking her to the marriage bed! She couldn't wait!"

On the way she passed Amy and she detoured to say her goodbyes. "I don't know what it is about weddings, but it seems to get everyone's libido fired up, including mine! And those twins have been sniffing around me all evening!" declared Amy. "And they are so cute!"

"Which one do you fancy, Amy?" asked Sarah with a twinkle in her eye.

Amy leant in close to Sarah, "Since they are both the same, I'm going to let both of them do me!" whispered Amy"

Sarah's eye's opened wide in shock, "Amy! You can't be serious!"

"Why not? Everyone says your first time should memorable, and taking on two twins at once won't be forgotten in a hurry!"

Amy always did have a wild, streak, thought Sarah as she kissed her on the cheek.

"You'd better tell me all about it when we get back."

They'd been provided with a suit of rooms in the west wing, the main part of the house. They'd only be there for the one night, since they were flying out to the Seychelles for their honeymoon the next day. Once Sarah had helped him up to the room, she disappeared into the bathroom to get ready for her wedding night.

She'd hoped the Simon would remove her wedding dress and had been anticipating his surprise and pleasure when he took off her dress to find her naked but for her high heels. However, Simon had just collapsed on the bed. Sarah had chosen a transparent silk baby doll nighty, that clearly showed her breasts and with a lacy hem that barely obscured her bare pussy. She left on her high heels thinking Simon might appreciate how it made her legs look longer and defined her calves and thighs and thrust out her breasts and bottom.

She dabbed on some perfume behind her ears and between her breasts.

However, once she returned to the bed she was horrified to discover that Simon was not only unconscious, but had been sick all over the bed. Sarah was angry and disappointed but also worried, and she made sure that he was in the recovery position before running out for help.

She bumped into Corrine, who said she'd inform the master and she'd ask Mary if she'd help Sarah. Mr Fitzpatrick came immediately and set things to order. Jeremy was to be summoned to take Simon to his own room while Corrine was ordered to clean up the wedding suite. He was informed that Mary would be coming shortly to attend Sarah.

When they were alone, Sarah broke out into sobs of anguish and heartache. This wasn't the wedding night she had dreamed about! Marcus took her into his arms and caressed her hair and rubbed her arms and Sarah sobbed into his chest, dampening his shirt.

"I'm furious with that boy! To do this on your wedding night is unforgivable."

A statement that brought a fresh flood of tears from Sarah. Marcus led her to a nearby sofa and sat down, bringing her to his lap, her arms still around his neck. He continued to comfort her, his stroking of her hair and arms gradually turning into gentle caresses of her back with one hand and her tummy with the other. Sarah's sobs gradually turned into sniffles and as the caresses progressed, into sighs of contentment. Sarah gradually became aware that she was almost completely naked sitting on her father in law's lap.

Marcus had extended his range and was now touching the undersides of Sarah's breasts. Eventually, he cupped her breast and gently fondled a nipple, which he discovered was hard and rubbery.

"Oh, Daddy!" whispered Sarah

His other hand reached under the short nighty to stroke the soft skin of her bottom.

Sarah could feel his erection under her bottom, only the cloth of his trousers separating his manhood from her bare pussy.

"Oh, Daddy, you shouldn't," breathed Sarah

A small noise by the door announced Mary's arrival and Marcus pulled his hands away from Sarah as if they burned.

"Take her too her room, Mary and she she's settled in, they have a long flight tomorrow." Marcus was thankful, he needed to have her out of temptation's reach. A brief look down revealed a damp patch on his lap.

"Come along, Ma'am, let's get you cleaned up and into your bed."

Mary had caught a brief glimpse of the Master with his hands on her Miss and couldn't help but notice that her charge's pudendum was wet and shiny.

"There's going to be trouble in this house, you mark my words!" muttered Mary to herself.

The following day was completely mad. They had so little time to get everything ready before they left for the Airport. Mary and Ms Staunton had packed Sarah's case, but Sarah insisted on going through it to see what she had to wear. The skimpy white lingerie was in there as well as most of the shorter, lighter dresses that she hadn't dared to wear yet. "I suppose it makes sense, it'll be hot and humid out there," thought Sarah. The she came across what appeared to be bikinis. But they were just strings, with little patches of cloth attached! "I can't wear these on a public beach!" wailed Sarah. "Are there none more modest?"

"No, Ma'am. Ms Staunton selected all these herself. But you shouldn't worry, all the women will be wearing these out there. Or even less. You wouldn't want to look frumpy or dowdy on your honeymoon, Ma'am."

"I really can't see myself wearing these in public," thought Sarah. "Maybe I can ask Simon to buy me something more suitable when I'm out there?"

Eventually, she was ready to depart and when she descended the stairs, she saw Simon waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs. He looked really rough, and despite the disappointment of her wedding night, she couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He approached her, kissed her hand and cheeks and told how he was really, really sorry and that perhaps he'd eaten something that didn't agree with him. "Or drank more than agreed with him," thought Sarah.

All of the close family had stayed to see them off and the twins were the first to give her close hugs and kissed her on each cheek. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Joseph waiting his turn, causing her heart to flutter. She was thankful he didn't hold her too close, but as he kissed her on each cheek, not only were the kisses just that little bit longer than convention allowed, but at the same time he briefly and unobtrusively cupped her breast, his thumb finding her hard nipple.

Sarah flushed, hoping that no one saw and was thankful that soon she'd be thousands of miles away on her honeymoon.

Their car arrived and Simon, ever the gentleman, opened the door for his new wife and they both departed for the airport amidst shouting and cheering from the family.

The flight was long and tiring. Once they landed, they were taken by limousine to a waiting boat which ferried them to the exclusive island. By the time they were shown to their cabin by the beach, Sarah was exhausted and poor Simon was at death's door; he was still very much hung over. It was all they could do to fall on the bed and fall asleep, still in the clothes they arrived it.

When Sarah awoke, it was the in the sweltering heat of late afternoon. Her travelling clothes were sticking to her skin and her hair was plastered all over her face. She turned to look at her new husband, Simon, to see he was completely zonked out still, the dark circles around his eyes a stark counterpoint to his smooth complexion. He was snoring gently.

Sarah got off the bed gently so as not to wake him and made her way to the bathroom. She stripped off her sweaty clothes and luxuriated under the tepid shower. As usual, just being naked got her aroused and as she soaped her breasts her nipples quickly came to attention. As her hands drifted down her stomach, she felt a magnetic attraction between her hands and her cunny. She blushed at even the thought of the name. She forced herself to stop and rinse off; touching herself was a sin against God and besides, she wanted to be fully ready to be made a woman by her new husband.

She wrapped herself in a towel and peeked out of the bathroom. It was silly, she knew, but she didn't want her husband to see her naked, she wanted him to undress her, like unwrapping a birthday gift. He was still dead to the world. She made her way to her suitcase. While small, it contained quite a large collection of clothes. "Because they are all so thin and skimpy," she thought ruefully.

It was hot and she wondered if she dared not wear a bra, but then she thought she was miles away from home and no-one knew her; maybe she could be a little daring. She selected a little spaghetti-strapped top and a short, flared skirt, slipped on a tiny thong and strapped on her high-heeled wedges. She sat and looked at Simon while he slept. Even with his dark circles, he looked so handsome! With the thought that soon, he'd take her and make her his own, her heart began to flutter, and that familiar tingle had started to make itself known down below.

Well, she couldn't just sit here, getting all hot and bothered! So, she made the decision to do a bit of exploring on her own. As she wandered around the resort, she marvelled and the opulence of the grounds, the restaurant and bars. She stepped from the path and onto the sand of the beach. She looked across the sea, with the waves gently lapping on the shore, and the setting sun framed by the coconut palms and thought she'd never seen anything so beautiful.