If you've read Girl Friday's Silver Clit winning story Reunion this is a mirror from Luke's point of view. All Characters are owned by Girl Friday and used by Permission.
I opened the invitation and began to read, "Mr. and Mrs. Benjamin Reed request the pleasure of your company at the marriage of their daughter Susan Anne to Mr. Michael Cunningham Hastings."
That was as far as I needed to read before I knew I would be going home to stay. The hustle and bustle of big city life had taken it's toll and it was time for me to return to my roots. I knew my parents would be happy to make my old room available until I could find a place of my own.
Two months later I hit the road for the drive home, my job and apartment behind me. Thoughts and memories flooding back the closer I got to home.
I resisted the urge to look Cat up as soon as I hit town. I was sure she would be Maid of Honor at Sue's wedding and I didn't want to upset her with my presence before the ceremony. Not for the first time I prayed that she would forgive me for what I had done.
It was an evening wedding, white canopies providing cover in the Reed's huge backyard. Susan made the perfect bride, her beauty only slightly tempered by the vision of Cat, standing by her as she took her vows. I could not pull my eyes away from the sight of Cat, as gorgeous as I remember, the green of her bridesmaid dress matching her eyes.
The reception followed the ceremony. I found trying to catch Cat's eye proving difficult until Pop Reed took her out onto the dance floor. Pop nodded in my direction and Cat glanced my way, a look of shock passed over her face as our eyes connected. I nodded my head in acknowledgement and headed their way. Tapping Pop on the shoulder I asked if I could cut in. With a grin and a wink he handed her over to me.
A spark of electricity flowed through us as I took Cat's hand and pulled her to me. Her body molded to mine like it was made for me, I led her around the dance floor.
"How have you been, Cat?" I asked quietly.
"Fine Luke and you?" she replied with a barely perceptible tremor in her voice.
"That's a long story. You're still just as beautiful as I remember."
The music ended and Cat pulled away from me. I resisted the urge to hold on.
"Thanks for the dance, Luke. It was good seeing you again." she said, turning to walk away.
"Cat, wait." I held her by the elbow, "I need to see you again. We have some things to discuss." I tipped her chin up to look at me, "Please?" Hoping she would let me explain that I never meant to hurt her.
"No, Luke. It's no use digging up the past."
Yes there was. She hadn't left my mind in 7 years.
But I stopped myself. Now isn't the right time or place. I let her go this time, watching her as she made her way across the dance floor and into the house. After she disappeared I made my way to the bar. Picking up two beers I walked down to the barn, remembering the first time I realized Cat was truly lovely.
I've know Cat forever, she was my twin brother, Logan's, best friend all through school. While I concentrated on sports and girls, Logan concentrated on school and playing dirty little tricks.
We were at Sue's house for a graduation party. The big barn perfect for a little carousing and horseplay. As the evening progressed we gathered in a circle playing Truth or Dare. My girlfriend, Chrissy, curled up next to me, resting her head in my lap. I saw Logan looking up toward the loft when his turn came around.
"Hey Luke," he called, "truth or dare?"
"Dare." I replied, expecting to swing from the hay lift rope naked or something equally silly.
Logan was still looking up when he told me my dare, "Climb into the hayloft and spend ten minutes making out with who ever you find up there. I'll give a yell when time's up."
"Hey. That's not fair!" Chrissy said in the whiney voice I was starting to find annoying.
"Sorry Chris, you know the rules." I apologized as I made my way toward the ladder.
"Well, who's up there?" Chrissy demanded of Logan.
"Cat." Logan replied. His voice taking on the smug tone that he got when he had pulled a fast one. Logan never explained why he hated Chrissy so much, but it was well known that Chris had hated Cat ever since Cat had beaten her in a spelling bee way back in third grade.
I climbed into the loft and planted myself in the same pile that Cat had snuggled herself into. Her auburn hair spilling around the hay, framing her face.
"Hey, Cat. Sorry, but a dare's a dare."
"Yeah, I know. Just do it."
I rolled to drape one side over her and brushed her hair back from her face. Leaning down I brushed her lips with my own. A spark seemed to flow through us as our lips touched. This was nothing like kissing Chrissy or any other girl I had dated. I teased and nibbled on her lips, a burning desire building in the pit of my being. My cock surging to life as Cat got into it, gently tracing my lips with her tongue. I groaned, wrapping both arms around Cat and pulled her on top of me. My tongue played games with hers, my hands tangled in hair made of liquid fire that felt like silk. I could feel her body pressing against my hard cock, a sigh escaping my lips. I pulled her ass tighter to me with one hand as I let my other explore her breast, my thumb finding an aroused nipple to play with. She moaned her mouth pressed against mine, our tongues dueling as our bodies squirmed together. I settled back, getting lost in the delightful sensations.
I was just reaching for the snap on Cat's jeans when Logan called, "Time." I reluctantly broke our embrace. Cat rolling to the side, her breath coming in gasps.
"Jesus, Cat. What the hell was that?" I asked, trying to control my own breath. My mind reeling from the fervor of our embrace.
"Like I know? That's never happened to me before." she replied, a look of lost confusion on her face.
"Never?" I asked, reaching to brush back a lock of hair from her face.
"Luke! Get down here!" Chrissy called from the below, anger audible in her voice. Yet I couldn't tear my eyes from Cat's face.
"You had better go, the little woman calls."
"Shit, Cat. If she sees this lump, I'm a dead man." I replied, knowing I would be cut off for the night and wanting to stay with Cat instead.
"Well, I'd offer to help but you need Chrissy's permission first."
I covered my disappointment by grumbling about insensitive females and climbed down the ladder to Chrissy's iron grip. It took all the will I had not to climb back up that ladder and take Cat in front of the whole crowd. Instead I let Chrissy pull me away from the party, requesting rather curtly that I take her home. I didn't realize it at the time, but that was the first real crack in my relationship with Chris.
I must have fallen asleep in the hay, waking stiff and sore in the dark. I made my way back to where the reception was winding down. I thanked Mr. Reed for his hospitality and then asked if he would give me Cat's address. I could see he wanted to say more after he gave it to me, but he changed the subject. I also talked to Susan briefly before she left with Michael, again getting vague answers to my questions. Shortly after that I headed home. Sleep was slow in coming and I found myself waking in the night, visions of Cat spinning in my mind. It was light outside when I next woke. I decided that I would walk the mile or so to Cat's house. Hopefully, the cool morning air would clear my head.
I rang her doorbell then leaning against the rail. The need to explain to her, to beg her forgiveness growing as I stood there. I rubbed my hand along my chin, silently chiding myself for not shaving. Cat opened the door her face immediately taking on a look of displeasure.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, the tone matching her look.
"Morning, Cat. Mind if I come in?" I asked, stepping past her into the hallway. Determined not to leave until she at least heard me out.
"Please do." was her sarcasm laced reply.
"I'm sorry, alright? I've had a rotten night. Do you have any coffee?" I asked, silently begging for her to give me a chance.
"Sure, come on into the kitchen."
She poured me a cup and then sat down across the kitchen table from me. "Now are you going to tell me why you're here? And start with how you found out where I live."
"I asked Pop Reed. Then I talked with Susan for a few minutes before she and Michael left."
"You talked to Susan? About what?" She seemed edgy and for the first time I thought I saw fear cross her face. What was she afraid of? What should've Pop Reed or Susan told me?
"You." I replied, slumping in the comfortable chair.
"What about me?" she asked, anger creeping into her voice.
"I wanted to know how you're doing. Susan told me you aren't seeing anyone, that you haven't in a long time. Why is that Cat?"
"I've been busy. Why is this any business of yours?" She snapped, her tone defiant.
I rubbed my face and smoothed back my hair, containing my growing dismay at her attitude. Wishing she would just talk to me like we used to.
"Catherine, please just drop the attitude and talk to me." I begged, knowing the use of her proper name would let her know I was serious. "Why did you leave me that morning? You could have at least woke me up and said Goodbye."
"Luke, you were headed back to UCLA. I was going back to Penn State. You were still in love with Chrissy. What was the point? It was just a one-time thing between friends. I understood that."
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