Chapter 33: Friday Before Saturday Wedding

Josh, Jeremy, Alex and I were slow to rise the following day. I had a few last-minute things to attend to and there was a rehearsal and dinner that night. The wedding ceremony was Saturday afternoon at four o’clock so I’d even have some time Saturday morning to do some errands too.

Josh and I made love in the morning and I told him this was the last time he’d have the opportunity to fuck his ’temporary girlfriend.’ After this, I told him, I’d be his ’temporary wife’ and he’d better behave. Somehow the word ’temporary’ had stuck in how we referred to each other all through our yearlong engagement and I guess we’d carry it into our marriage as well. The term had affectionate meaning to each of us in spite of its frivolous or even worrisome implications.

After breakfast, Alex and I packed overnight bags. We were going to stay in Andover, Massachusetts at the Andover Inn, right next door to the Cochran Chapel where the wedding would take place. Both buildings were on the Phillips Academy campus. Alex and I were going to share a room together.

We left Josh and Jeremy to their own devices for the day, and we took Josh’s Porsche and headed north out of the city. Josh had arranged a rental car for himself later in the day. He said he was going out to the airport to check on the damaged Cessna Citation that I crashed in the week before and also to see about getting a large portion of the wedding party to our Caribbean Island for the honeymoon. We were firm believers in ‘group’ honeymoons with lots of like-minded people around.

As we drove north I called and reached Fiona on her cell phone. Fi, a very pregnant Stacy, and Katelyn, all Josh’s sisters – more or less – had arrived the night before and were also staying at the Andover Inn. They squealed with delight to know we’d see them in a few minutes.

I’d met Fiona the year before when she’d married Ray, however the two had lived together for two years already and included Stacy in their family. Now Stacy was pregnant with ‘their’ child and they were both ecstatic. Katelyn and hubby Carl were there too, along with their dear friends Beth and Doug sharing the same room, oddly enough. All of us shared an intimate relationship with one another more than once over the past year.

I also called my mom up in Durham, New Hampshire, next. She and dad, along with my older sister Amy, were going to drive down in late afternoon to connect with all of us and participate in the wedding rehearsal that night. They had rooms at the Inn too. I also got an update about which of my relatives and childhood friends intended to show up for the wedding and reception. Some people don’t RSVP until the last minute.

Alex and I checked in at the Inn and amidst a hail of kisses and hugs as we joined up with Fiona, Stacy and Katelyn. We fawned over Stacy who expected to deliver her baby in another month. We took turns feeling her extended belly as the baby turned and kicked. The resulting gabfest went on the rest of the day.

With the exception of Stacy who drove, the rest of us walked downtown from the Inn and had lunch at Palmer’s on Elm Street. We then walked back, but not before visiting every clothing and knick-knack shop in the small town.

The rehearsal at Phillips Cochran Chapel took a short time thanks to a well-prepared minister who had been well briefed by Fiona with an outline of the service. Soon a crowd of twenty of us gathered next door at the Andover Inn for cocktails and hors d’oeuvres and then dinner. Toasts were made and Josh and I had fun handing out joke gifts and remembrances to our close friends and family members.

After dinner people left for their rooms, homes and hotels. Fiona, Stacy and Ray whispered to me that they could barely wait for the ‘honeymoon’ and playing together. When Carl and Katelyn kissed me goodnight, they said they really wished we could be together but they too would wait for our island adventure. Beth and Doug made similar comments.

In short order Alex and I found ourselves alone in our room. As I shut the door behind us I turned and raised an eyebrow to the coy look she gave me over her shoulder.

“Just because everyone else flaked out on giving you orgasms doesn’t mean that I will,” she said with a licentious grin.

“Good, because I would like to make love to you again and give you a few orgasms, too,” I replied with an equally horny look.

We flowed into each other’s arms and kissed. Alex whispered, “Let’s get comfortable. I want to eat you until you beg for mercy.”

“Sounds good to me, particularly if I can return the favor,” I told her. I unbuttoned my top and pulled it over my head. Next my snug black slacks disappeared along with my spike heels. A frilly bra and my thong got tossed into the chair too.

I turned back to Alex. She’d stripped too and our nude bodies flowed together in a tangle of arms and kisses. Our breasts pressed together.

“My bed,” she said in a husky voice. I followed her and stretched out across her bed. Alex leaned in and we French kissed with all the tenderness and love telegraphed between us that we’d felt for each other for years.

“Darling, I love you,” she told me. I replied in kind.

I wondered whether women were better lovers than men. Not that Josh isn’t attentive, inventive and sensitive; it’s just that he has to search to find the right spots. Alex knew instinctively where to kiss, where to lick, where to suck, where to blow, and where to bite.

She reduced me to a blithering lump of sexual energy in mere seconds. I suffered my first orgasm at her hands in ten minutes. I had to admit I’d gotten really good at conjuring up orgasms at all the right times. I thought, the more you have the more you’ll get – the Law of Attraction.

Alex proved much better with her tongue than the day we’d done our photographs and videotapes. In my mind she was the best she’d ever been.