I was so excited to be asked to be a bride's maid at my friend's wedding! I have always enjoyed weddings...the beauty and pageantry, the romance all just made me want to swoon every time the bride and groom kissed for the first time as husband and wife! We had been wondering when, if ever Sheila was going to get married. Finally, after about what seemed like a million different guys, and twice as many dates, she found the man of her dreams. Tall, broad shouldered, and a really sweet smile, he was, and is, everything she wanted.
The ensuing weeks and months leading up to the wedding went by in a frenzy of activity. The dresses, both for the bride and the bride's maids, the shoes, the flowers, the chapel, the catering, the reception, the limousines, the wedding rings... Oh, the details! I loved it all, and was thrilled at being able to help! My only disappointment, really, was that I couldn't be the Maid, or actually, Matron of Honor, as Sheila kind of had some family pressure to have her sister in the role.
We went through the dress selection and fittings for almost a month before we found the right ones, a beautiful off-white wedding gown for Sheila and baby-pink satin dresses for us. I loved the way they looked, with a soft, off-the-shoulder sleeve, form fitting bodice, and a long, full-circle satin skirt. Matching pink shoes and white hose made the perfect dress for the wedding, and the party that would soon follow!
The rehearsal dinner was full of fun, mostly, and good food. The families were together for the first time, including the bridesmaids and groomsmen. As with all large, formal weddings, each bridesmaid and groomsman was paired off, and I was matched with the groom's brother, Lance. I think mainly it was because I am only five feet, four inches tall, and didn't tower of Lance, who also was rather short. I showed up at the rehearsal dinner straight from work. I was wearing a champagne satin blouse, black mini-skirt and heels, and as I sat next to Lance, I could feel him looking me over, very hard. It made me a little uncomfortable, but since I was a little late getting there, I figured I would just have to put up with it.
After dinner was over, there was a little dancing, and Lance was quick to invite me to the dance floor. I tried to beg off, saying I needed to get home to my family, but he grabbed my hand and almost literally dragged me onto the floor. I was chagrined by all this, but did not want to embarrass Sheila, who was having a great time, so I let him lead me around the floor for a bit, until the music began to slow. He wrapped his arm around my waits, and pulled me close, gazing deeply into my eyes, which made me want to run away screaming... I should mention that Lance is barely an adult, at least in terms of age, but it seemed like he needs to bathe more than once a day. He was rather clumsy, and awkward, but he knew what he wanted. He demonstrated that by trying to kiss me. When I balked by turning my head, I then felt his hand reach under my skirt, and cup my butt!
My eyes burned with anger as I pushed away from him, and fortunately, he let me go. Otherwise I am sure there would have been a seen. My last glimpse of him that night was his eyes following me, a weird kind of smile on his face... The big day finally arrived two days later. The sun was out, and it was a great day, although it was rather breezy. For the ceremony, it would be no bog deal, but the reception was going to be outdoors at a resort hotel, and I worried about how it would go. My husband dropped me off early at the chapel, and as we pulled up, I could see Lance, and another couple of groomsmen standing around, all prim and proper in their tuxedoes. I opened the door to our SUV, and nearly had my arm ripped off as the wind caught the door. I stepped out, and as I did so, the wind caught my skirt, flaring it way too high for comfort! I battled with the wind for my skirt for a moment, and then my husband barked at me to shut the door, so he could park. I loosed one hand, and as I shut the door, the voluminous folds of pink satin took off in the wind, exposing my body to everybody! I squealed as I reached out to lower my skirt, but by that time it was too late. Everyone had gotten a look under my skirt, at my pink satin bikini panties, and white thigh-high hose! I tried to muster what dignity I could, walking into the chapel, ignoring the couple of comments made, as well as Lance's leering stare.
