Dave was looking forward to the wedding weekend in sunny Arizona. All of the relatives hadn't been together for a while, and he was glad this gathering was for a wedding instead of a funeral. Of course, there were some cousins he didn't care whether he saw or not, but he actually liked most of his relatives. He was especially looking forward to seeing Sam, his favorite cousin, and Sam's kids. The only bummer to the weekend was that his wife, Sue, wouldn't be there. She had to fly back to New York because her sister was having some surgery, but she told Dave to go and have a good time.
Sam's youngest son, Mark, had recently gotten engaged to Laura. Dave was one of the few people in the family who liked Laura. He thought she was smart, a hard worker, and a good person. She had just completed her MBA from a good university. On weekends, she often worked at a food pantry. But everyone else in the family couldn't see past the way she looked. The last time Dave saw her, she had purple hair, black lipstick, black nail polish, lots of black eye makeup, a nose ring, an eyebrow pierce, and tattoos on her arms.
Dave wasn't exactly a fan of Laura's style, either. But then, he was 55 years old - not exactly the demographic Laura was aiming for. But he could see past her style and got to know the person. She was funny, they shared the same political views, she was well informed on current events, and they enjoyed long conversations on all sorts of topics. Truth be told, Dave like Laura even more than he liked his cousin Mark, and he was looking forward to seeing her.
Friday night was the rehearsal dinner in the hotel, and Dave was one of first ones to arrive. The banquet room had seven tables set with simple flower center-pieces on black tablecloths. There was a buffet serving area being set up near one wall, and, most importantly, there was an open bar. Dave was not a big drinker, but he had already ordered a glass of wine. He found his name among the place cards and was sitting at his table waiting for others to arrive.
A smile came to his face when he saw Mark enter the room. But when Laura walked in, Mark's jaw dropped to the floor. She looked absolutely incredible. Her makeup was beautiful, her hair was blond and shoulder-length, she had bright red lipstick, a classic French manicure, and there were no nose rings or eyebrow pierces. She was stunning.
He walked over and gave Mark a big hug. Then he turned to Laura, and they exchanged big smiles. They hugged each other, and as they broke the hug, Laura surprised him by giving him a kiss on the lips. He stepped back, keeping his hands on her waist, and smiled at her again.
"I'm sorry, do I know you? What's your name again?" She gave him a soft punch in the arm. "Ummmmmm... nice look. What's going on?"
"Job interviews. This might shock you, but companies looking to hire new MBAs actually prefer THIS look to my other look. Can you believe it?"
Dave laughed. "I'm sorry for you. Will I offend you if I tell you that you look un-fucking-believable?"
"If anyone else said it, I'd be offended," she said laughing. "But from you, it's okay."
"Thank you, madame."
They talked for a few minutes, and then they all started mingling with other guests. When it was time for dinner, Dave was glad that Mark and Laura were at his table. He sat next to Laura.
"You know, Mark's whole family hates me," Laura said.
"That's not true."
"Bullshit. You know it is. They've hated me ever since they saw the way I used to look. And they thought I stole Mark from his hometown."
"I can prove you're wrong," he said.
"Yeah? How?"
"I like you!" he said with a chuckle. Laura let out a big laugh.
"Okay, you win. Remind me to thank you sometime." Then she leaned in and whispered into his ear, "I know you didn't like all old my piercings, but have you ever had a blowjob from someone with a tongue pierce?"
Dave just sat there speechless. He slowly turned to her and she just smiled. "Why don't you go get me another drink."
Dave brought back another drink for Laura and another glass of wine for himself. They continued talking to each other and laughing while Mark went off to visit with other cousins.
At some point Dave said he had to go to the bathroom, and he excused himself. When he walked out of the bathroom, Laura was waiting for him.
"Come here," she said, and she opened the door to the staircase. Inside, she grabbed his hand and walked down a set of stairs to the basement. He wondered what was going on as she kind of backed him into a corner in the stairwell. "I wanted to say 'Thank you' for being the one relative who doesn't hate me."
"You're wel...," but before he could get out the second word, Laura was on her knees rubbing his crotch.
"Laura, what the hell are you doing?"
"Thanking you for liking me." She started opening his belt. Dave knew he should stop her and push her away, but his body wouldn't move. His hands were flattened against the wall behind him. Laura unzipped his pants, and pulled them down.
"Laura, you can't do this!"
"Sure I can. I'll show you." Then she pulled down his boxers and took his soft dick in her mouth. It only took a second for him to start getting hard. She loved the feeling as his dick grew in her mouth. "Mmmmmm... That's more like it."
Dave didn't know what to do. But when Laura tickled his balls and slid her tongue up the bottom of his dick, letting her tongue piercing drag along, all he could do was moan.
"Holy shit, Laura!"
She pulled away long enough to say, "so I guess you think ONE of my piercings is a good one, huh?"
She kept repeating the slow licking action, occasionally shifting to lick his balls. Dave was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed tight, breathing heavily. He put his hands on her head, not pulling her but just wanting to touch her as she continued driving him crazy. Finally, she took the tip of his dick in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it, allowing the metal piercing to make frequent contact. Dave gasped and then started moaning loudly. Laura smiled at his reaction while keeping the tip of his dick in her mouth. Then she tightened her lips and slowly slid down his dick as far as she could go. As she pulled back up, she again flicked her tongue and its piercing back and forth across the underside of his dick. Dave was moaning constantly now.
Laura began sucking hard while moving her tight lips up and down Dave's dick. She oh-so-lightly tickled his balls, and it drove him crazy. She stopped for a minute to lick his ball sack, twirling her tongue all around. Then she took his dick back in her mouth while tickling and gently squeezing his balls. Her lips were closed tight, providing maximum pressure as she bobbed up and down. Dave gasped twice and warned Laura. "I'm going to come. NOW!" Laura reached behind him, put her hands on his ass and pulled him even tighter, rapidly flicking her tongue across his dick. He suddenly grunted as he came, shooting jets of cum into her mouth. Laura kept up with him, swallowing everything he had to offer. When he finished with a sigh, Laura released his dick. She licked him clean and planted a kiss on his pubic hair.
She stood up, smiled at him, and said, "Thanks for being the one person in the family who likes me. We'll have more time tomorrow. If you're too tired to walk back up the stairs, there's an elevator through this door. See you back at the party" Then she walked through the door, pressed the elevator button, got in, and was gone.
Dave was still leaning against the wall with his pants and underwear down around his ankles. He still was trying to process what had happened. He pulled up his boxers and pants, tucked in his shirt, and walked to the elevator.
When he got back to the party, Dave was sure every person was looking at him and seeing a large scarlet "BJ" on his shirt. In reality, no one noticed anything or paid him any special attention - except, of course, for Laura. She saw him from across the room and smiled at him. Dave gave a faint smile and found some other relatives to talk to.
Later, back at their table, Mark reminded Laura that all the groomsmen were playing golf in the morning.
"Oh yeah," Laura said, "I guess I'll just have to spend all day with Dave."
"Great idea!" Mark said. "Take good care of my girl, Dave."
The next morning, Dave woke up early and went for a run. He was obviously still thinking about what happened the prior evening. He got goosebumps every time he replayed it in his mind. How the hell did that happen? The longer he ran, the longer he was able to clear his head. Toward the end, after one of his longer runs, he was feeling pretty good. As he returned to the hotel and walked into the lobby, Laura was in line at the Starbucks. She waved Dave over.
"How was your run?"
"Good. Really good. Running while looking at mountains sure beats looking at houses. I'm feeling pretty good."
