I wasn't expecting anything when I slipped out of the reception. I just needed a smoke.
The air was cold, Wisconsin can be brutal in late October, and I had lost my jacket right about the time my sister and her new husband had finished ruling he dance floor. It wasn't exactly my favorite kind of scene, weddings tended to make me maudlin, especially after seven years single and almost as long without sex. The kids and grandparents had all left, just the twenty-something's and one forty-eight year old smoker who had promised his sister the bride that he would run designated driver for the evening.
Weak, Timothy, I thought to myself, but you've always had your sisters' backs, part and parcel with being the oldest.
I sucked hard on the cigarette, hoping to finish up quick when the side door of the reception hall banged open behind me, sending me stumbling into the dumpster on my left.
"Fuck! Watch it assho...." And I shut up quick. The curvy little brunette standing behind the door had her hand raised to her mouth in horror at hitting me, and her huge green eyes sucked all my anger away.
"Jesus , Tim , I'm so fucking sorry! Are you ok?"
It was Ellie, the groom's younger sister, youngest of my sister Lucy's bridesmaids. Her sleeveless blue dress was unflattering on a busty little figure that needed very little flattery, and her brown curls were mussed and sweaty from the dancing.
"I'm fine, thanks. Need some air?"
She smiled, relieved, and it was like the sun coming up. Wide soft lips, perfect teeth, and those eyes like summer grass. Those boys on the dance floor were some lucky little shits.
" Yeah, but I really needed a smoke." She rummaged around in her bag, a tiny little black clutch, and pulled out a hand rolled joint. I knew the smell instantly.
She caught me staring and hesitated "You ok with this? I can find another spot."
I waited perhaps a half a second before I threw caution to the wind and chuckled. I grabbed the joint from her and lit it, inhaling deeply , "No problem, little one, just as long as you share."
The smoke hit me hard, it was very good and I hadn't smoked pot in almost two decades, so I was grinning at the eighteen year old like a fool in no time.
We passed the joint back and forth for a while in companionable silence till I noticed her shivering. I didn't have my coat, but I slung my arm around her shoulder and tucked her in next to my chest. My chin rested on top of her head as she murmured thanks. After a while I noticed her shifting in my grip, her breasts pressing against my ribs. I glanced down and gave a different kind of shiver. Some exceptional cleavage was rubbing against me right on front of my eyes, and it seemed as though Ellie was trying to adjust her dress without being obvious. As one erect pink nipple slipped momentarily into view of my bulging eyes, I realized that she had slipped off her bra inside, or perhaps hasn't worn one at all.
It took a bit longer before I noticed that she had caught me staring.
I couldn't say a word, barely started to apologize before she put her finger against my lip. She bit her own lip and shifted again. She glanced around us, but the parking lot behind the reception hall was empty and dark.
