The destination wedding
Part 1
This is my first story.
English is not my native tongue, so please be gentle with me, but also, leave a comment and rating. The story and characters are fictional.
Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Me and my best friend Samuel, have been best friends for the better part of fifteen years.
We first met in high school. We both were athletes, me a wrestler, and he was a basketball player
I'm six foot, and he's a little taller, maybe six-one. Both of us are strong, with shoulders that are impossible to find an off-the-rack sports coat to fit, and with bronze-colored hair that grows lighter in the summer. I weigh around 250 and I would say Samuel's a bit less, around 235.
We both look very much alike, so much so that people think we are brothers, more so than our real siblings.
In high school, he'd had an on-again-off-again relationship with this girl, Sarah. Whom he had met while at a basketball camp in his youth. Me, on the other hand, had little luck with girls.
I was shy, and a bit of a know-it-all- not really a great combo to get girls...
But as I got older, I gained confidence and with help from my friend and Sarah, I learned how to get and maintain healthy relationships. So, as we were getting older, Samuel got engaged to his longtime girlfriend;
I had a girlfriend, Marie, whom I'd been with for over two years. We'd double date, and we liked to spend a lot of time together.
Sarah, my friend's girl, was a blonde bombshell-- tall, in fact, she was as tall as my friend, ever so slightly taller than me. She was fit, with an athletic body; her boobs fit her ever so well, somewhere around a C to a D-cup, and legs that could match any Hollywood star. But, perhaps, the most striking feature on Sarah were her eyes-- ice blue, like that of a wolf or a mythical animal.
My girl, Maria, on the other hand, was more average looking with green eyes, warm and inviting. Maria didn't work out, but liked to bike a lot, which gave her a more 'natural' look than Sarah. She was also shorter than all of us at five-foot-five, with a big and soft butt, that i I liked to smack and grope as often as i I could when we were alone together, or when no one else was watching. Maria would give the warmest smile possible, and say quietly, " Stop that," while giving me a wink that said anything but stop.
Both couples were childless as we grew closer to our thirtieth birthday, but that was about to change.
And in an unexpected way.
So one day, I checked my mail and found that I received an invitation to my friend's wedding, and that it was to be held in Norway in the middle of July. Of course, I called Samuel, and he asked me to be his best man. I was honored and was happy that they were tying the knot.
The week before the wedding. I got all of his friends together, and we had an amazing bachelor party with steaks, golf (he likes golf) and four strippers. They were pros, so they were amazing dancers and very sweet girls. We later heard that one of our mutual friends ended up dating one of them...
Haha, it ended as you'd expect when dating a stripper, no matter how professional.
So the wedding grew closer, and we set off to Norway, me and Marie heading out with Samuel and Sarah in advance to help make sure everything would go smoothly. We stayed in the hotel where the wedding was to take place, an old manor that had been refurbished and expanded to be a hotel and restaurant. Sarah apparently knew the owners through her family.
It was a small manor, with the restaurant on the ground floor, where it had a marvellous view of the majestic fjord. It had two suites on the second floor, where me and Maria were staying in one, and Samuel and Sarah in the other. Also on the second floor, there was an infinity-edge pool that overlooked the fjord above the restaurant. Next to the pool, there were three bubble sunbeds and a table with a set of six chairs. The manor had a bunch of small wooden cabins on the property, where the rest of the wedding guests were going to stay, but was still occupied with the regular guests of the hotel.
In the days [5] before the wedding, we were making calls and making sure that every 't' was crossed and every 'i' dotted, and it went surprisingly smoothly, so the two days before the wedding, we were mostly just taking hikes, swimming in the pool and dining in the local restaurants.
As the evening drew to a close, we were by the pool, enjoying the almost midnight sun of Scandinavia. Sarah and Marie, who had become close friends over the past year, were swimming in the pool when Samuel got a call that something at work had come up that he had to fix. He went to his suite to get on his laptop, while we remained by the pool.
I was reading a book as I saw the girls moving to the infinity edge to take in the view. I put down the book to take in the view, myself. Marie and Sarah were both in bikinis and looked stunning
Sarah in a matching forest green set, and Marie in a black and gold set.
Looking at them, I gave a sly remark that this was a view to remember. Marie gave me a roll of the eyes, followed by that wink I had grown to love. Sarah blew me a kiss and smiled. They turned back to the view of the fjord, quietly talking amongst themselves, giggling and, on occasion, shooting me a glance.
Marie got up out of the pool and got next to me on a sunbed, as I again put down my book to give Marie a kiss. We lay next to each other, and as Sarah had her back to us, i I gave Marie's ass a quick squeeze. She gave me a soft swat on my chest, and whispered to stop that.
Sarah swam to the edge of the pool and gracefully got out to be standing on the edge of the pool, glistening wet. I heard Maria gasp quietly. Sarah gave Marie a wink, and sat herself on a sunbed to towel off. I could hear Marie's breathing growing deeper, as we looked at Sarah drying herself. As she towelled herself off, she started to undress right in front of us, using the towel to cover herself, but as she switched to her t-shirt, she exposed her breasts to us.
Nothing more than a glance, but Marie and I, both knew what we saw. At that time, Samuel returned to the pool and gave his fiancée a deep kiss and groped Sarah's ass. Samuel and Sarah were more openly affectionate than me and Marie. Again, I heard Marie's breathing change, growing even deeper and becoming more quick. Sarah and Samuel whispered something to each other, and told us that they were going to bed. We embraced each other goodnight, with me and Marie following suit and we headed back to our rooms.
As we entered the shower together, I could tell that Marie was excited, her nipples were erect and as i I kissed her neck, i I heard her moan. She turned on the shower spray, and extended her ass towards me. I placed my hands on her hips, and drew her to me, quite hard, so as to make a smacking sound as her soft butt backed against my legs and waist. She felt my erect manhood on her, a thick six-and-a-half inches.
She giggled, as she reached back to guide me in, and I loved it when she did. I felt her pussy lips parting and the warmth embraced me. Slowly, she backed up until I was all the way in. She shivered and I felt her tightening on me. She had an intense orgasm right away that was a first for us. I held myself tightly to her, as I felt her knees sway, remaining fully in her, not letting her get away.
She orgasmed for what felt like an eternity, and as I started moving back and forth, I reached my hand around her hips to place it on her clit to keep her going. She let out a guttural moan, something feral. I felt my excitement grow; I had never seen her this hot, and I grew harder than I had ever been. It felt like my penis was going to blow, going in and out of her pussy, my hand on her clit, gently flickering or just putting pressure on it. She grew tighter, again and again, as she orgasmed, again and again. I felt myself getting close to cumming and thrust myself in all the way, and emptied myself inside her again. She grew tight, and this time, I had to hold her up as her knees gave way. P
Gasping, I let her down to the shower floor. I asked,
