The wedding was wonderful. Heidi and Tim exchanged their vows under an ivy canopy in Heidi's big back yard. Her home had been extensively decorated with flowers and bunting for the occasion, and a whole lot of tables and chairs had been set up around the huge back yard, some of them under a canopy, others out in the open.
Since Heidi's parents were both dead, Mr. Williams, the principal of Jamestown High, gave the bride away. Tim's partner, Lex Dumont, served as best man, and Reverend Austin, the Jamestown Police Department chaplain, officiated. Tim and Heidi exchanged vows they'd written themselves.
Once the couple was officially pronounced man and wife, the reception began. The guests were circulating, moving in and out of the house, enjoying the reception.
Sheila Richardson wandered around, checking to make sure all of the food dishes and punch bowls were kept full. She received several compliments from the guests about the repast she'd prepared and was gratified by them. One or two people said they were planning events, too, and asked her for her business card.
A band set up in one corner of the huge the back yard, next to a portable dance floor. A few people began dancing. Sheila continued to circulate, making sure everything was going right. Even though she wasn't officially a guest at the party, she was enjoying herself. Being able to participate, even peripherally, in affairs like this was one of the fringe benefits of her catering business that she really enjoyed.
Bob Thomas was mingling, too. Or he was until he bumped into Nancy Jensen, a dark-skinned woman with a slim, girlish body. Her black hair was straight and hung almost to her buttocks. Her huge brown eyes were set in an exotically beautiful face. The clinging white dress she wore left no doubt as to the quality of her figure.
"So how do you know Tim and Heidi?" Bob asked.
"Heidi and I met at a nursing conference a few years ago," Nancy replied. She moved closer to him and her body brushed his. "She told me there was a job available here in the Jamestown Middle School and I took it. I've never been sorry."
They kept chatting, and Nancy kept rubbing herself against Bob. He had an idea, judging from the look in her eyes, that she was as interested in him as he was in her. Things had just gotten started, so he didn't think it would do to ask her if she wanted to leave the party. Then he had an idea.
"Have you seen Heidi's house?" he asked. Nancy looked puzzled. "You know," Bob continued, "Heidi and Tim spent a lot of money decorating for the party. If you think what she did out here is something, you ought to see the inside."
"Oh!" Nancy said and smiled warmly. "Are you offering to show me around?"
"Of course," Bob said. "It would be my pleasure." He took Nancy's arm and they headed for the house. There weren't many people inside the house.
Inside, Nancy grinned at Bob. "You didn't ask me in here because you wanted me to see the decorations, did you?" she asked.
"No, I didn't," he said. "I had a feeling we were both looking for the same thing and thought I should do something about helping us find it."
Nancy, her eyes hot, nodded.
"Want to see the upstairs?" Bob asked.
"Of course," Nancy whispered, licking her lips. "I'd love to."
They walked up the stairs, then down the upstairs hallway. Bob checked the door they were in front of and found it unlocked. He opened it and pulled Nancy through it, into a bedroom. Inside the bedroom they came into each other's arms. Their lips joined and their tongues probed deeply into their open mouths, fanning their smoldering passion into fires of need.
Bob knew he could do whatever he wanted, that Nancy would offer no resistance. His hands explored her body through her silky dress, then he grabbed her ass and pulled her against him.
Nancy responded by pressing against him and rotating her hips against his.
Bob bent and began kissing her neck and shoulders and felt her shudder with delight. She began murmuring and the motions of her hips became more insistent.
He moved toward the bed, bringing Nancy with him, then he slid his hands up her arms and undid the string-like strap that held up the top of her dress. He peeled the top down, baring her pointy, petite breasts. Down over her chest he kissed, suckling her nipples until they were as hard as steel. Bob found Nancy's breasts captivating. Even though they were small, they appeared to be incredibly sensitive, and when she was turned on, even the areolas cradling the tips swelled. Voraciously, he continued attacking the diminutive cones of flesh and their swollen tips.
"Uhhhhhhhh!!!!" Nancy gasped. "Oh, God! I needed this so much!!"
Bop managed to push her dress down over her slim hips and was delighted to discover she wore absolutely nothing under it.
"Holy shit!" he exclaimed. "You aren't wearing underwear!"
