Amulet 4
I suggest you read parts 1, 2, and 3 before reading this fourth part of the series, otherwise you won't understand what's going on.
After I'd spent a fun filled hour or so with Suzie the hairdresser at her little village hairdresser's shop, I made my happy way back to the guesthouse where I was staying for the weekend.
I had another quick shower, this time to remove the evidence of my unexpected sexual liaison with Suzie. My memories of her would stay with me for a very long time, the odour of our intermingled body fluids weren't so welcome, especially if I struck lucky with the guesthouse owner, Jane, her daughter Emily, or the lovely bridesmaid, Tracy, at my cousin Jacki's wedding. None of them would appreciate smelling Suzie on my intimate bits.
There was still time to kill before the wedding which was taking place at 2.30pm, so I made my way to the hotel bar once more, where I ordered a bar lunch, that good old British standby, fish and chips. It was very tasty and since half of the other people in the bar were relatives of mine, down from Scotland for Jacki's wedding, I was in good company.
Eventually I made my way back to the Bed and Breakfast guesthouse where I was staying to get dressed in more formal attire for the wedding. In Scotland we don't usually dress in a tuxedo for such occasions, we have our own distinctive formal wear called, 'Full Highland Dress,' which consists of a kilt, usually in our family tartan, black highland jacket with silver buttons, white dress shirt with black bow tie, knee length, thick, off white woollen socks, and black highland brogues (cross laced). I mustn't forget the sporran, which is held in place by a leather belt at the waist, and hangs in front of the kilt. It's not just decorative, although it can be highly decorative, it has a pouch in the back to hold money, etc, because a kilt has no pockets.
I planned on being back at the hotel for the ceremony about 2pm, and just before that time I made my way downstairs to leave and ran into Jane the guesthouse owner. Her eyes opened wide when she saw me.
'Oh my god,' she said, smiling, 'you look great. Be careful you don't steal the attention away from the bride with that outfit.' I shook my head, and smiled at her.
'No chance, she's going to look stunningly beautiful. Every eye will be on her this afternoon, and besides, nearly all of the Scottish men will be dressed the same as me. I'll just be another guy with a kilt on,' I explained, but thanked her for her compliment.
'Well, whatever,' she said, 'but I've only got you to judge and you're looking great, very smart,' and then I could see her thinking and I knew what was coming. She was hesitant, and then, 'So, what
do
Scotsmen wear under the kilt?' I shook my head again.
'Sorry Jane, I can't tell you. All Scotsmen take a solemn vow at a special ceremony on their twelfth birthday never to reveal the secret. You'll just have imagine what could be there.'
'Aw, go on,' she persisted, but I just shook my head again, and she turned to the door of her private apartments and called through the door to her daughter Emily to come and see me before I left. Emily came out and looked at me, a surprised look on her face, but smiling just like her mother had done.
'Wow!,' she exclaimed. 'You look... you look... magnificent... that's the only word I can think of,' she said, half laughing as she said it. 'I've seen a man wearing a kilt in pictures, but never the real thing,' she continued walking around me to view my outfit from every angle.
'Yes, definitely looking good,' she concluded.
'Don't ask if there's anything under his kilt,' Jane interjected, warning her daughter. 'He won't tell you. He gave me some nonsensical story about all Scotsmen being sworn to secrecy from childhood,' and Emily laughed again.
'Are you sure you can't tell us? Just whisper it, and we won't tell anybody, will we mum?' she said, in that wheedling tone women sometimes use when they want to get their own way. By this time she had come really close, hanging onto my arm, looking into my eyes in a very intimate way.
'Well...' I said, sounding very reluctant to turn down their request. 'All I can say is this, when you were little girls at school and you wanted to ask the teacher a question, what did you do?'
'I put my hand up,' Jane answered immediately without really thinking, and Emily started laughing, and then Jane realised it was a joke and started laughing too. Just then a man came out of their private quarters, I presume to see what all the talk and hilarity was about.
'What's all the bloody noise about?' was his opening remark. Straight away, I knew this guy was trouble, simply because the smiles on Jane and Emily's faces vanished as soon as he opened his mouth. It was like someone threw a bucket of iced water on them. Jane introduced him, rather reluctantly I thought, as Frank, her husband. He was quite belligerent, very unpleasant.
'We were just admiring this gentleman's kilt,' Jane tried to explain, with a worried look on her face, but he was not listening. He looked me up and down, I gave him a hard look back.
'Gentleman?' he scoffed with a sneer, 'I don't see any gentleman, all I see is a Scotch poof wearing a skirt?' I didn't even bother to reply. I just shook my head and smiled at him. There's no point when dealing with monumental ignorance like his, and I wasn't about to punch his lights out in front of his lovely wife and daughter, plus I didn't want to arrive at Jacki's wedding in a mess. I smiled again, this time just for Jane and Emily, and left for the wedding without saying another word.
The wedding was a great success. The bride, my cousin Jacki, looked absolutely beautiful, the groom was tall and handsome, (of course) and Tracy, the bridesmaid was quite simply beautiful too. She was about five foot five inches tall, very slim, but with a good figure, shoulder length dark hair with big beautiful blue eyes. She always seemed to have a smile on her face, and she seemed to like me. I don't think she saw me as a future or potential 'father of her children,' it was nothing like that, nothing sexual... not yet anyway. We just got on very well, and she was fun and easy to talk to.
Mind you, she hadn't seen my game changing amulet yet. It was hidden beneath the white cotton of my dress shirt. Maybe later I speculated, because at this point she was top of the list for my less than honourable intentions later in the evening.
After the wedding dinner, and the speeches, there was a short lull in the proceedings giving everyone a chance to refresh themselves, get a few drinks if they wanted or whatever. I was having an amusing time flitting from table to table, mingling with my aunts, uncles, and cousins, buying them drinks, kissing my aunts dutifully, having a joke or two with my uncles and cousins. It was shaping up to be a very pleasant family evening.
I said previously in the earlier stories how much I hate ties, and that includes the bow tie that is a part of highland dress, so at the first opportunity, during the 'mingling,' phase of the evening, off it came and went into my jacket pocket. I opened the top button of my shirt too, although it wasn't enough to reveal the amulet at this point, but one more button should bring it nicely into view if I decided to share it with any of the females present.
There were a few work colleagues of Jacki's who I'd never met before and who looked very tempting, but none better than Tracy so far. Finally I gave in and thought to hell with it, I'm not going to find anyone better than Tracy. By now curiosity had gotten a hold of me and I really wanted to see Tracy's boobs and pussy, so I made my way round the hall, working the tables of relatives until I got close to her.
Just then the band for the evening started playing, and we all stopped what we were doing to watch Jacki and her new husband take to the floor for the first dance. I was just about to ask Tracy to dance when some guy beat me to it and dragged her onto the dance floor. She looked back across his shoulder, smiled at me and shrugged as if to say 'sorry,' and then she was gone, waltzing round the hall.
I just waited, I knew she'd be back, that's the nature of these formal dances. You dance around the hall, you don't stand in one place and move on the same spot, and sure enough very soon she came back into view, but the dance wasn't finished yet, and on they swept past me again. She looked over the guys shoulder and rolled her eyes upwards letting me know she wasn't impressed, and I gave her my biggest smile in return When the music stopped I saw her talk to the guy for a few seconds, and then she turned and left him and walked towards me.
'Well, that was an ordeal I don't want to repeat,' she confided, and laughed, so I offered to get her a drink, which she accepted, and I escorted her to the bar. We stood at the bar and chatted, and I congratulated her on looking so great, and thanked her for attending to her bridesmaid's duties so well.
'Oh it was easy,' she said. 'Jacki is such a darling, who wouldn't want to try their best for her. It was such an honour that she asked me to be her bridesmaid in the first place. Thank god I can relax a bit now that the hardest part is over and done with.'
'It must be quite nerve wracking though, it's a big responsibility isn't it. You'll probably be exhausted by the end of the evening,' I said.