Chapter 8: First Time After His Vows

After the wedding I drove myself to a nearby hotel where the reception was being held. It was a big Marriott with a beautiful courtyard in the middle. We were served some snacks and cookies (plus beer and wine for the over-21 folks) before the reception while we waited for the wedding party to arrive. It took over an hour for them to appear with all the picture taking after the ceremony plus driving all over town.

We were herded into the reception hall when word came they were near and the disc jockey announced the wedding party as they arrived. Then Steve and Cindy were finally introduced as “Mr. And Mrs.” and everyone rose to clap and cheer. They looked so happy but I remembered my earlier vow.

There was the traditional cake cutting, toast by the best man and then dinner was served. Afterwards there was the usual garter and bouquet throwing. I was pulled into the line for catching the bouquet but you can be sure I made no effort to catch it! The newly married couple danced and finally the ceremonial crap was over and the disk jockey played dance music and everyone started having fun.

People were lining up to dance with the bride and groom and eventually I got my turn to dance with Steve. You can imagine my surprise when he whispered to me saying, “Meet me out by the elevators in ten minutes.”

I looked him in the eyes and I recognized the smirk on his face - it was the same one he use to flash at me when we would talk about where we wanted to fool around next and I found myself wondering just what Steve had in mind. It was one thing for me to fantasize about fucking the new husband but for crying out loud he had been married for only a few hours so he couldn’t be thinking about cheating on her already - or could he? He kissed me on the cheek when the dance was over and we separated.

I waited a bit and then worked my way out of the room and went over to the elevators. Almost twenty minutes passed and I was about to leave, figuring he must have had second thoughts, when I saw him hurrying across the lobby.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said as he caught his breath and pushed the elevator button, every old broad in the place wanted to dance!”. The door opened immediately and he put his hand on my back and gently directed me in. “Let’s go before someone sees us.”

The doors shut and he pressed the floor button. Then he turned to me and without another word pulled me tight against him and kissed me. This wasn’t the little peck on the cheek he was giving everyone and his grandmother in the reception line. No ... this took me back almost six years and suddenly it was if I was fourteen again and he was kissing me while we laid on his bed, two horny teenagers going at it.

If we had more time I think it could have gone farther but the elevator stopped and the doors opened to let in another couple who, fortunately, we didn’t know. The next stop was our floor and Steve led me down the hallway to one of the rooms.

“This is Larry’s room,” he explained. Larry was his best man and quite a hunk himself. “Lord knows what we’ll find in here but I figured it was the best place to go where we wouldn’t be disturbed.”

Steve opened the door and we both hurried inside. I could just imagine someone we knew coming down the hallway and seeing the newly married Steve entering a hotel room with a girl in a streetwalker dress!

Steve closed the door and then turned to me and kissed me. “I can’t believe that during my own wedding ceremony I was thinking about fucking you,” he exclaimed. “Damn, I almost had a hard-on in the middle of the altar ceremony thinking of how good you sucked my dick just a few minutes before!”