The rehearsal dinner was the following night, but there were some groomsmen shenanigans to see to first, a mid-morning round of golf at a nearby country club.
It was eighteen holes of sliced drives, wayward putts, and beer drinking, the other groomsmen talking about bridesmaids they wanted to bone, me staying silent about the bridesmaid I was sure I'd get to. Stacy was brought up at one point ("fuckin' hot, but maybe too tall?" said a guy who, laid flat, might be a par 2) and amidst the following discussion of her merits I noticed the groom shooting me sly glances. I wondered if he knew, had heard some scuttlebutt that she'd come back to my cabin. I winked at him. He smiled and shook his head.
After a short nap back at my cabin I got ready for the rehearsal dinner, fighting a mild hangover by mainlining Pringles. Stacy and I had agreed to walk down to the venue together, and I wanted to be at my best. I put on a nice shirt and slacks, styled my hair. I'd luckily avoided a major sunburn, only looked hale and healthy, if slightly red around the collar.
When it was time, I went to Stacy's cabin to collect her, and she emerged right as I mounted the stairs to her door. I stopped on the bottom step, awestruck, taking her in. She was in a black wrap dress, satin, the neck plunging to just above her breasts, with a slit revealing most of her left leg.
"Well you look stunning," I said.
She grinned and blushed.
"You look great too," she said.
I held out my arm, she took it.
"Let's make 'em all jealous," I said.
Once we got through the rehearsal elements, it was a fun evening, full of good food, good drink, and good company. Stacy and I were seated at the top table, not next to each other but close, and traded many furtive glances throughout the night. As enjoyable as the dinner was, I was impatient for it to end, wanting us to be back in the dark of my cabin, unzipping Stacy's dress down her back, ending at the base of her spine, just above her ass. She looks back over her shoulder, a strap falls down. She turns to me, the curve of a breast revealed, then the fabric draws down, revealing a pale nipple...
I realized I was getting a hard-on. I shook my head, readjusted my napkin on my lap. I looked over at Stacy. She was smiling at me as if she knew the thoughts running through my head. She bit her lower lip, looking suddenly coquettish, wordlessly telling me she was mine, but holding it only for a flash before letting it go and looking away, breaking the spell. I smiled, took a sip of wine, and turned to talk to my neighbor.
Eventually the dinner came to a close, people saying their goodbyes, turning in early before the big day. We wandered back toward the cabins with a big group, and when we passed my cabin I said goodnight, making meaningful eye contact with Stacy, who nodded subtly. She continued on with everyone else and I entered my cabin. I sat on my couch, ranging out, trying to seem relaxed, anxiously waiting for a knock.
It came ten minutes later. I jumped up, opened the door and there she was, still in her dress. I would get to take her out of it. How lucky was I.
"Can I come in?" she asked.
I smiled and stepped aside, she entered, I closed the door. She settled on the couch and I settled next to her. I put an arm around her, she eased her body into mine. We looked into each other's eyes.
"I don't want to go all the way tonight," she said.
"That's okay," I said.
"But maybe we could go further?"
"Absolutely."
She leaned in toward me. Her eyes were beautiful, her lips slightly parted, hiding nothing, all of her there for me to take.
I leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were soft. She kept her head still and kissed back gently. She tasted like mint, must've brushed her teeth before coming over. We stayed here, our bodies poised, our kisses tender, exploring each other.
I put a hand on her dress on the inside of her thigh, feeling the satin. Her body lifted slightly toward me and I in turn pushed toward her, our kisses picking up in intensity. I gripped her thigh and she brought her other leg up and pinned my hand between them. She started working her hips, her thighs now massaging my hand, placed only a few inches from her pussy.
I pulled my hand out from between her legs and found the slit in her dress and put my hand up it. I grabbed her bare thigh again, felt the warmth of her skin here. My cock swelled against my leg, Stacy moaned into my mouth. I shimmied my hand further up, and she allowed it, welcomed it, spreading her legs, and I found her crotch and put my hand down her panties and onto her pussy.
She inhaled sharply, quietly, as I rubbed my palm across her vulva, then let my fingers trail between her labia. I pushed them through, onto her clit, ran around it in circles. She kissed me and held her lips against mine, a low moan coming from her throat, and then she opened her mouth and closed her teeth around my lower lip, softly biting it as I pleased her clit.
She let go and I pulled my head back.
"You want me to take it further?" I asked.
She nodded.
I took my hand out from under her dress and put my fingers into my mouth, tasting her juices. Then I stood up off the couch, walked in between her legs, loomed over her for a second. She sat up straighter, the couch creaking, her eyes moving from my face down to my crotch, my dick pushing out hard down one leg, directly in front of her face.
When she looked back up at me, her expression questioning, wondering if I expected her to make the next move, I lowered myself to my knees.
"Oh, okay," she said, settling back into the couch.
I put my hands on the hem of her dress and pushed it up her legs, over her knees, up her thighs. She spread her legs, lifted her butt, and I pushed it all up around her waist, baring her crotch to me, a pair of black panties hiding her vagina from me. I pulled them down her thighs, down off her legs, tossed it aside.
I looked at her pussy, freshly shaved, her vulva a gorgeous and open flower. I lifted her legs onto my shoulders, pulled her hips down off the couch, bringing her pussy to my face, and looked up at her. She was staring at me, breathing deeply, her expression anxious.
"Everything okay?" I said.
"Yeah," she said, nodding, unconvincingly.
"You sure?"
She gave in, burying her face in her hands.
