Kenny was totally frustrated as he charged off the elevator and almost ran to his room. Frustrated and horny as he'd been in months. And on the verge of having blue balls.
He had considered calling one of the girls from the reception and decided against it, but he knew he needed relief.
It only took him a couple of minutes to shed his tuxedo and underwear before stepping into the shower. He hated the thought of a cold shower, but even a hot one soon had him feeling a little relieved. He was still half-hard and every time he thought of Kathy the problem got worse. He stroked his hardness as he toweled dry and considered bringing himself relief, but decided to wait.
He replayed the events of the past week. He knew he had a thing for older women and he had been enchanted by Kathy from the first time Charles and Cindy had brought their two families together to get acquainted. Kathy's smile reminded him of Julia Roberts and her figure, though usually well concealed, was obviously attractive.
But Kathy hadn't seemed interested in him when they first met so the last two days had presented some surprises. She had flirted with him and teased him at the rehearsal and at the rehearsal dinner almost as though her husband, Frank, were somewhere else.
He'd listened with amusement and fascination, from across the table, to the stories she told at the rehearsal dinner. About growing up on the family horse ranch in Kentucky and her whirlwind romance with Frank. And he'd heard Frank's somewhat sarcastic remarks about 'saving her' from spinsterhood on a horse farm.
Kenny smiled as he remembered the distraction of feeling strong fingers caressing his thigh under the table. He smiled at the delicious redhead, Rebecca, sitting beside him. She was one of Cindy's best friends and an accomplished violinist. She was also an outrageous flirt and they had exchanged some amusing double entendres throughout the meal. He recalled the tiny ladybug tattoo on her freckled shoulder and frowned at the recollection of the wedding band on her slender finger. Ordinarily he would have chatted her up anyway, but he was focused on Kathy. When he put his hand on Rebecca's under the table he found a slip of paper tucked between her fingers. And when he gently moved her hand to cover his hard cock, he'd won a firm squeeze, and a small smile from her bright red cupid lips. Only when he found the slip in his pocket the next morning did he discover that it contained her e-mail address.
He'd spent a couple of minutes e-mailing Rebecca about how much he enjoyed her performance and how he looked forward to seeing more of her.
His brother's wedding at the Ritz Carlton Buckhead had been a thing of beauty, artfully staged by Cindy's mother, Kathy, who had pulled out all the stops. All the guests were raving about the bride and the ceremony and the decorations and what a good job Kathy and her coordinator had done and how beautiful she and the bride were.
Now, Kenny debated what he might have done differently with Kathy. He'd danced with the bride and all of the bridesmaids at the reception and half of them had invited him to see them home. Even some of the better-looking wives, young or somewhat older, had pressed themselves close to him and enjoyed what they felt while they danced. And a couple of them had managed to leave him with a phone number or an e-mail address.
The reception was outstanding, and bound to make the A-list for the season. But the reception had also been Kenny's greatest trial. Besides dancing with the bride and the girls and the wives, he had managed several dances with Kathy. And, despite his efforts to maintain a virtuous distance between them while they danced, she had managed to press against him several times and teased him about being so standoffish.
"You don't seem to mind holding Holly close," she had taunted. "Do you think she feels better than I do?"
He had told her frankly and honestly, that she was the best looking woman at the wedding, including the bride, and that he was having a hell of a time maintaining a gentlemanly decorum. She had responded with a little giggle as she pressed her firm stomach tight against his loins. He couldn't help but wonder if she knew what she was doing to him and if she was enjoying it.
His mother had asked him to stay and help Kathy make sure everything was closed down at the reception hall so she and his father could drive home earlier. He jumped at the chance to spend a couple more hours with Kathy, despite his frustration.
When the last of the guests had left, Kenny found himself alone with Kathy and her husband, Frank, who had been guzzling drinks all evening. It was obvious that Frank was almost out on his feet.
Kenny mostly stood around admiring her as she arranged for last minute gifts to be secured for the night and settled details with the caterer. When she finished, she looked bushed.
"Would you like me to help you get Frank to your room?"
"Oh, God, Kenny, I hate to bother you, but it really would be a help. I've never see him drink so much."
Together they half-dragged, half-carried Frank to the room. Kenny had propped the fading father-of-the-bride up while Kathy peeled off his tux and shoes and turned down the bedcovers. Frank was sound asleep by the time his body hit the bed.
When Frank was covered with a sheet, Kathy had turned to Kenny and surprised him by hugging him tight. "Thanks for everything, you darling man. I'm sorry for being such a tease tonight." She paused. "I hope you aren't angry. Can you forgive me?" She found herself hoping he would hug her back.
"My lovely lady, I couldn't be upset with you if I tried. Frustrated, maybe, but not angry." And he forced himself to resist the temptation to caress her back and bottom.
"Frank will be out of it 'til noon, I'm afraid. Would you like to meet me for breakfast in the lobby?"
He jumped at the offer. "I'd love to. And you can call me in room 817 if you need help with anything."
She pressed her head against his chest and hugged him again. "Thank you, my knight in shining armor." He'd heard her chain the door shut as he turned to the elevator.
He wondered if she was really sorry about teasing him, if she even realized how much she was exciting him. In some ways she seemed so innocent and naïve.
Now he was alone in his room. Not at all sleepy. It was desperation that made him dig out his DVD player and one of his favorite flicks. He started to skim through the early scenes of "The Honeymooners."
Kathy's heart was racing as she stormed out of her room. She had showered and dressed for a 'second honeymoon' with Frank. But nothing she'd been able to do had roused him out of his drunken stupor. Furious and desperate she'd piled her hair on her head and pined it down with the bright green rain hat. Now she was fighting anxiety as she searched down the hall on the eighth floor. Was it anxiety or apprehension? Would he welcome her or would he find some way to put her off? What if he wasn't alone? What if he really wasn't interested in seeing her? What if she was too old for him? What if she changed her mind? She told herself again that this might be her last chance to break out of the mental prison that Frank had confined her to for the past 20 years. The confinement of virtual celibacy. Then she knocked on the door with a trembling hand and steeled herself.
Kenny was barely through the credits when he heard her soft knock on the door.
He moved quickly to look out the peep hole on the door. All he could see was a bright green rain hat, but he knew it was her. He opened the chain and the door and she looked up at him apparently on the verge of tears and wrapped tight in her green plastic coat.
"Come in." And she was in his room, the door locked. "Are you alright?" She nodded. "Is Frank okay?" She nodded again. "Then why are you here?"
Kathy held out her arms. "Will you hold me?" she almost sobbed. And she was in his arms, her warm body pressed tight against his while his arms circled her and held her tight against him. "Promise not to laugh?" she whispered, pressing her forehead against his chin.
"Of course."
She decided to go for broke. "I want you to teach me about making love."
