"No! TOM, I told you. You have to wait." I pushed his hand, attempting to creep up my skirt, away.
"Ohhh, Susie come one, we're already engaged! Why must you torment me?"
"Don't be so melodramatic." I chided him.
"Okay, okay... so what if you just give me a, you know..."
Tom isn't allowed to use dirty words, so at least I have him trained to that extent. Unfortunately his good behavior has been slipping the closer we get to our wedding day. I don't know why he can't just be a gentleman and wait.
"Damn it Tom, that's enough!" I shouted.
Tom frowned, I never cursed. "Alright, alright... Sorry honey. Kiss?"
I smiled and puckered my lips, batting my eyelashes. Most of what I learned about seduction came from The Little Mermaid. Tom leaned in and kissed me on the lips. He started with gentle pecking, and in a minute his tongue was in my month. I sucked on it gently at first, but in a few minutes we were sloppily making out, his tongue wandering up and down my neck.
My privates were starting to get quite moist!
I became a bit more permissive of where his hands went for a few minutes, but still made sure he didn't try and sneak into any out of bounds spots. My body felt flushed with heat by the time he stopped. We cuddled, Tom holding my petite body against his broad chest, I sighed. I felt the hardness of his manhood pressed against my stomach.
"Sunday." I whispered to him. Our wedding day! When he would... do things to me. Things that would sate this burning apatite.
But alas, in the morning when I awoke it was Friday, Tom had to go back to his apartment in Killeen and prepare to move to our new home, which I had already done. I would not see him again until Saturday night. To make things more agonizing I had to get through this silly party my friends were throwing for me. It began innocently enough, the girls came over and we chatted and dressed before heading out to the pool.
I believe that you should not drink and swim but my comrades were not of the same mind. Lucy and Stacy, redheaded sisters who worked at the same bar, proved that their profession was what they loved by mixing drinks at the poolside. I am sure had the life guard been on duty he would have objected. Asa, sporting sunglasses that covered more of the skin then her swimwear was laying on a float, "Getting a tan." Why her oriental complexion needed a tan I am at a loss to explain.
Tonya, a blond who at 6'2'' towered over me so that my eyes were level with her large breast, sat next to me and chatted about wedding preparations for most of the afternoon. It was her who rounded us up at five so we could head back to my place and get dressed for dinner.
As we returned from Olive Garden at about nine I thought to myself, "This has not been nearly as unbearable as I suspected." The girls had been making fun of me with threats to throw a wild party that they knew I had no interest in, but I was beginning to think they were going to give me a pass on what they had said was, "An obligatory night to debauchery."
I changed into a simple white dress, with plain cotton panties and a matching bra and joined my friends in the living room. They had set up chips and some gaudy party decorations around the room, clearing off the coffee table for drinks and chips.
We sat in my living room, the music blaring far too loud for our simple gathering. Lucy and Stacy were halfway gone from alcohol. Asa was comfortably sipping a mixed drink, and I had a light buzz. Tonya kept refilling my drink so I'm not sure how much I had. Tonya herself didn't drink much. Then the doorbell rang. Tonya shot up and beat me to the door. I had expected that maybe Tom was stopping by but instead two handsome strangers stood outside.
They smiled warmly and Tonya waved them in. Friends of hers, I assumed.
The men had an olive complexion and were physically... built? That's the word Tonya uses for men who look like they did. They worked out a lot, is what I am saying.
"So who is the special girl tonight?" The first asked. He had a strong accent that I could not place, maybe Eastern Europe or Spanish? My knowledge of accents is extremely limited. All I know is he sounded very foreign.
"That would be Susie." Tonya said, pointing to me.
"Alright! How is it going Ma'am?" He took my and shook it firmly. "My name is Ricardo and this is my friend Felipe." Felipe also shook my hand, very gentlemanly.
"Hey let's get this party started!" Ricardo yelled. He and Felipe made introductions around the group. Ricardo was warmly received by Lucy and Stacy, "You started the party a while ago I see!" He told them.
"Ya we were waitin on you!" Stacy laughed, and then hiccupped.
Asa looked at Felipe a bit coldly when he approached her, "Your friends are beating you chica!" He told her. I watched him talk with her for a few minutes, I wasn't sure who these guys were to Tonya, but they were very friendly. Felipe had Asa dancing with him a few minutes later.
"Come on you ready to party?" Ricardo said from my right, very close to my right. He had moved up to me gracefully, so that before I knew it he was standing inches from me.
"Oh uh...sure." I said. A little dancing wouldn't hurt. Of course it WAS embarrassing. Ricardo you see, could dance whereas myself I could only stumble about in front of him in comparison. If he noticed he did not mention it.
"Move with the music baby!" Before long Stacy and Lucy were next to us, and they were getting quite friendly with Ricardo. They took off his button up long sleeved shirt, underneath which was a tight blue T-shirt.
"Ouch!" I heard a yell behind me. Glancing back I saw Asa behind Felipe, as I watched she slapped him on his butt. "Ah! You hit hard chica! I can't take it!"
Asa laughed, "Man up!" She hit him again.
The girls surely want to embarrass me, I thought. Tonya must have gotten these guys over here to do just that. Tonight was their big chance to top off all their poking fun at my conservative dress and lifestyle, but it was good natured, right?
I felt Tonya's hand on my hips, she swayed by my side. "This dress is so constricting isn't it?" She asked me.
"No, it's fine." I said.
"Well I know this shirt is!" Lucy injected.
"What? It's barely there!" Tonya replied, referring to Lucy's tiny red T-shirt.
"Nooo, his T-shirt! It's constricting my imagination!" Lucy laughed and tugged on Ricardo's shirt, he let her pull it off.
I stared at his chest as he danced, within arm's reach of me. He flexed his muscles and moved his hips rather obscenely, I couldn't look away.