Women apparently believe one of the greatest days in their life will be/is/was their wedding day, perhaps because they were brought up to believe that's how it would be. Guys apparently believe it marks a particular day – a ceremonial day – in their life filled with so much crap, although without being unduly cynical some guys will believe and say what they are expected to think and say.
Garth Junket just took it in his stride, doing nothing to interfere with head-rush the women on both sides for his wedding to the young woman of his fancy on The Great Day.
As a diversion to wedding day boredom he managed to feel up chief bridesmaid Cindy behind the locked door of the laundry leading into the hallway and even had a couple of fingers working but she wouldn't allow him to insert anything else, which perhaps was just as well because Cindy's mother came in through the outside door they'd overlooked locking. Mon was searching for her missing daughter.
"You bastard," Mrs Cousins said to Garth and practically hauled her youngest daughter away by the nose. Cindy managed to bleat, "Call me as soon as you return from your honeymoon – I may well reconsider."
"You dirty little nymphomaniac," snorted Mrs Cousins, twisting her daughter's ear.
Mrs Cousins must have a short memory, Garth sighed. Five years ago she'd been happy to allow him to dip into her for almost a month and when the family went to the coast for two weeks she loaned him her car. That was meant to be all square but on her return she demanded another two weeks' on-call fucking as his penalty for not leaving the car gassed up. Older women can be really hard on a younger guy.
Garth sighed again thinking of another older woman. His Vicki's mom tended to twitch whenever he entered the room where she sat alone, leaving him with the impression that Mrs Bycroft yearned to try out what her daughter was experiencing at the hands of her chosen one. The truth was Garth was quite looking forward to becoming overwhelmed by Anna Bycroft's tits – they were 40-DD in size as he'd read the label when going through her lingerie drawer looking for vibrators and dirty DVDs.
One day when father Bycroft was in the pool and mother and daughter were at the hairdresser's he found the DVDs and a whole cache of toys below the floorboards in her dressing room under the seat where she sat to remove shoes presumably swollen after a day hitting the malls. He'd nosed the floorboards suspiciously wondering why the seat was in that particular position – and found the secret place to push to activate the spring-loaded mechanism – traces of nail polish that had adhered to the pressure spot.
Ingenious, Mrs Bycroft.
Since turning eighteen six years ago he'd seduced the pick of his mother's friends and true nympho Cynthia Stiles was way out in front. He thought perhaps his mother might top Cynthia and now new friend Mrs Bycroft was a lady in waiting for him. In one aspect she was way out in front.
Don't imagine Garth being too much of a gentleman to shaft his mother or his sister, Possessing good intelligence he knew those two loudmouths would tell everyone in confidence and guess what? Yeah, he'd end up thumbing a lift out of town. Another of his mom's high performing friends was also a loudmouth but Garth had shut her trap by warning her than if he heard the hint of a rumor that he'd been shafting her, the fact that her husband Frank had a boyfriend of almost ten years' standing would be spread like wildfire. That same night the now ever so loving Angela Owens introduced him to backdoor magic.
Just before noon Garth was asked to return to his own house five properties along the street from his in-laws-to-be because Vicki was returning from the beautician's and they must not see one another until Vicki entered the church.
Fair enough, once she was home the cackling would really start. His mom kissed him and said his father was at golf. They'd both be home soon to have late lunch and dress for the wedding.
* * *
Of all the vocations Gina Reid had tried, floristry had proven to be the best. She was always meeting interesting people, mostly women and a few guilty men rushing in to buy 'I'm sorry' bouquets. She was now alone in the luxurious home of the bride groom's parents finishing off floral arrangements as part of the setting for the indoor and outdoor photographs of the happy couple. Although forty, Gina never had been in such an impressive home – her home would almost fit into the lounge.
She finished her tasks. Soft music was coming from somewhere and had played for the ninety minutes she'd been at work. It was soothing and romantic – no breaks for ads or station announcements. She closed her eyes and holding out her arms pretended to be dancing at her next wedding, that is if she succeeded in finding a third louse.
A body floated against her, taking her right hand, the other hand encircling her waist.
"Aaaaaagh!" she screamed in fright. The neighbor's dog barked and she looking into smiling eyes and a young face that didn't seem to be threatening her with rape, murder or mayhem.
Recovering, she said nothing. He said nothing and began dancing the foxtrot with her seriously. He bent forward and kissed her under her left ear.
Ohmigod, she thought, heart leaping and she almost tumbled into an orgasm – not likely but the thought appealed. The guy was a kid not far beyond half her age. She pressed forward and confirmed – horny, too.
She was a little put out; the kid could have said, "Shall we dance?" instead of just moving in and almost making her pee in fright.
The music stopped momentarily.
"Shall we fuck?"
Gina's mouth dropped open. What do you say when a kid asks you that? He looked about twenty-five so would know what to do. Super active kids that age these days – girls included – had acquired perhaps three times the sexual experience she'd managed amassed at forty despite she being relaxed about putting it around.
"Let's pull a tit out while you consider your answer."
Gina watched fascinated as he slipped off her right shoulder strap, reached in and pulled down her bra and emerged holding her boob with its expanding nipple. How had he done that so effortlessly, so smoothly, so quickly, without her being scratched or she feeling any discomfort? She was aware her heart-rate had increased and suddenly her breath caught as a series of little flutters swept her body, indicating she was having a series of tiny orgasms of the emotional kind, although she knew her vaginal walls were wetting up in anticipation of the real thing.
She groaned. And then pulled away saying hoarsely, No, no. I don't know you."
"Fair enough, then humor me by sucking my dick."
"Who are you?"
"I live here."
"Oh God, you're the bridegroom."
"Yes, does that make you horny?"
Gina didn't know what to say because that disclosure had made her horny. She took the sensible approach: "I'm sorry; I'm hired help. I must leave."
"Okay," Garth said coming up behind her as she attended to her exposed boob. "Allow me to finger you."
She didn't say anything so she leaned in against him and allowed her dress front to be pulled up and his fingers to sneak in under the leg of her knickers and wander in unchallenged. The digits went deeply.
"Gosh, you are a hot bitch; you're dripping."
"Ooooh," Gina groaned.
"Hello," called Garth's mother from the front hallway.
"Some other time; lovely feeling cunt," Garth smiled. He stood back to allow her to pull down her dress, gather her things and go clickety-click on her high heels to find his mother.
