The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 15b: Another June Wedding Part 2
A Paul and Jenny Story.
Copyright 2001 by Paul. All rights reserved.
All events and characters are fictitious.
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Paul.
I put down my pen and looked up at the clock on the wall in the front of the room. Ten minutes to go. I'd finished and there were still ten minutes to go. I wanted to shout out loud. To jump up and down. I'd finished and there were still ten minutes to go.
Time to re-read my paper. No. Leave it. If it wasn't right now then it never would be. I could spot some errors and I would have a chance to correct them. No, don't do it.
I turned the papers over and started reading from the front. Did he say that? No. Yes. I couldn't remember. Was that the correct way to work out that? My mind had gone blank. I looked up at the clock. Three minutes to go. What should I do?
A movement by my side made me lift my head from my paper and look. Lucy was leaning back in her chair and stretching. An extra button was undone on her blouse and I could see the soft white flesh of her breast.
She relaxed and her breasts subsided. I looked up into her face. She smiled at me. I smiled back. She wiped some imaginary sweat from her brow with the back of her hand and raised her eyebrows in question. I rocked a hand from side to side in what I hoped she would take to mean was I'm not sure. She nodded and started gathering her papers together.
"Right, ladies and gentlemen." The adjudicator stood up from her desk. "Times up, pens down. Make sure your examinations numbers are on the top of each sheet of answer paper. Hand them too me, with your exam sheet as I come round."
I hadn't really looked at the adjudicator when we'd started. I did now. She was only three or four years older than me. She'd introduced herself as Judith and made sure she told us that she had studied at the London School of Economics. She was the junior lecturer in Economics and was responsible for first year students at Cardiff University.
Hmm. Nice body. Lovely skin. Firm high breasts.
My eyes followed her around the room, straight into Lucy's.
I wondered who was shagging her now. I know she'd finished with that bastard Mike, I'd been there but she'd kept her love life to herself since then. She'd moved into our old flat with Shirley for a while then Rose and Sharon had moved in and she had moved out. I wondered where too. I must investigate.
"What are you doing now?" Lucy asked after she had handed her papers to Judith as she walked down the aisle between the rows of desks.
"Isn't everybody going to the pub?" I replied. I hoped they were. I really fancied a beer. In fact lots of beers.
Somebody had lifted a huge weight from my shoulders. I'd finished the exams. Of course, I could always worry about the results but they were out of my hands and, anyway it would be five or six weeks before I got them. And in the meantime I was getting married. Married. Why bother? Steve had asked one night in the pub when I told him and Len. Why bother, when you already had all the benefits of being married without the ties. I wanted too. That was the only answer I could give. Jenny and I had flouted convention by openly living together out of wedlock for over two years. I knew her parents were not happy with the situation, 'what about the example you are setting to your sisters,' her mother had challenged her with. Then Jenny had retaliated with 'it's a bit late for that as none of her sisters were Virgins anyway.' That hadn't gone down well.
I handed my papers to Judith. She smiled at me. Lovely white teeth. Subtle make up. Nice, high, round breasts.
I turned my head and looked at Lucy's pubic mound. She was on her feet between our desks. Nice skirt, it was short, mid thigh, nice legs. Very nice, a slightly prominent pubic mound. I imagined what it must look like naked.
I could feel my prick stirring. I hadn't had a sexual thought for three hours and a half. I was making up for it now.
We were thinking of meeting up in your local. We could be there for one o'clock. If we all leave soon." Lucy hitched up the shoulder strap on her bra as she spoke. I could see the soft white flesh of her tit wobble as it settled back into place.
"Can I have a lift? Please." Lucy asked as I stood up and placed my pens, pencils and other odds and ends in my briefcase.
A late Christmas present from Jenny. In fact everything had been late at that time. We'd come back from Egypt on Boxing Day and spent the night in the flat in London. My prick had still felt sore from the night before so we left our fuck to celebrate our getting married until the following morning. We'd made the mistake of telling Hudson of our plans when we had arrived at the flat and within fifteen minutes my mother had been on the phone wanting to know dates and numbers. I tried to explain that it was only an agreement in principle but she was for going around to the Rectors that afternoon and booking the Church for us. Jenny then had to ring her Mother and tell her. Then the Admiral came and made me drink some whisky while his wife drank tea with Jenny. In the end we had too accept their invitation to eat with them. A brandy after dinner and the Admiral was telling us all about his part in my Fathers and Grandparents adventures in Spain during the civil war. It was interesting to get some details for once as my family would never talk about what they had gotten up to before, during and after the Second World War.
Back in the flat I'd played for an hour on the piano with Jenny sharing the stool and resting her head on my shoulder.
I think we both almost feel asleep as we sat there. So much had happened in the last week. Only a little over twenty-four hours before I'd been naked on my hands and knees in an Egyptian prison cell with a guard trying to get his prick up my ass. He almost succeeded. If Jenny hadn't arrived when she had with Linda? I could feel my anus tighten as I recalled the pain as he began to enter me.
