Temporary Girlfriend
Copyright© 2025 by Wolf
Chapter 35: Wedding
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 35: Wedding - A chance meeting between Josh and Megan leads a day later to pleading with her to become his ‘’temporary’ girlfriend and rescue him from becoming the butt of his family’s ire. Megan agrees. The family fully embraces her, and despite the ‘temporary’ label, they eventually wed and have their own sexual honeymoon with friends, involving her sister and others, living in a loving, polyamorous setting.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Incest Group Sex Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Exhibitionism Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism
The five minutes that we were supposed to wait before leaving the inn to walk next door to the church were the longest in my life. I suddenly got the jitters. I was worry and elated at the same time.
The Cochran Chapel on the Phillips Academy campus is a huge, traditional red brick church with a slate roof that telegraphs establishment and strong New England roots. It has a steeple that clearly establishes a direct connection with God. The setting, with large trees around it, is right out of a storybook and about half the calendar photos you see of New England.
Our little entourage walked slowly from the inn to the chapel, a distance of only fifty yards. Alex walked behind me holding my short train and skirt off the ground as I held the front of my gown up a foot or so to be sure it didn’t drag. We ascended the dozen or so stairs to the front entrance of the building.
Ray, Carl, Doug, Greg and David were all there as ushers for the wedding as well as groomsmen. Jeremy snapped photos from a corner of the vestibule. Ray and Carl escorted my mother down the aisle. I know she loved arriving with a handsome young man on each arm, plus she did look very fetching in her wedding dress. Even for a middle-aged woman she’d retained much of her youthful shape. We all peeked in the huge door, as it swung open. The sanctuary was full of people on both sides of the church. We let the door swing shut.
“Daddy are you ready to go?” I asked as I hugged my dad’s arm to me.
“Yes. I want to tell you I am so proud of you, Megan,” my father said. “You and Amy have been a delight to me every day of my life since your arrival on this planet. And your boyfriend and friends are all such wonderful people; I love them all. Most make me wish I was thirty years younger too!” He gave me a kiss and reached over and squeezed Amy’s hand. I loved my dad.
Carl and Ray arrived back at the huge doors to the sanctuary and propped them open. We stood out of sight off to one side. They had laid out a snow-white runner for the wedding entourage and me to walk on down the entire aisle of the church. Further, they’d draped both sides of the aisle with a running garland of greenery with white flowers woven into it. At each pew, a bouquet graced the aisle.
Fiona came up, “Oh, I almost forgot your bouquet.” She thrust into my hand a large and beautiful gathering of spring flowers. A small handle had been created for me to clasp as I held the flowers. She passed out smaller bouquets to the other women.
The groomsmen and the bridesmaids paired up according to Katelyn’s directions. Jeremy took a few more shots then left to get down front to photograph the entrance processional and the main part of the wedding.
We all heard the majestic organ crank up with the wedding processional – our cue! My sister and Greg led the procession to the front of the church followed by Fiona and Stacy with Ray walking side by side; Stacy’s ‘bump’ a prominence hard to miss. Katelyn and Carl, and Doug and Beth followed together at the appropriate interval followed by David and Alex. As they arrived at the front of the church, each bridesmaid set her flowers on a small table in front of the first pew.
The minister and my friends formed a semi-circle on the large raised platform at the front of the sanctuary facing the crowd. Each woman remained with her partner or partners as she arrived at the altar so the circle was not the traditional men on one side and women on the other. Josh appeared alone in the middle of the circle as the others held hands around him.
My Dad escorted me down the aisle at a stately pace. As we passed the first pew I also set my flowers on the small table. At the semi-circle, my father escorted me right up to Josh. Just before I left his arm, dad gave me a kiss and I turned to face Josh. My dad walked back to the first pew and my mother stood and joined him; they also walked up to the semi-circle and joined hands between Amy and Greg. The people that loved us most surrounded Josh and me.
The minister began in a stentorian tone that signaled friendship, “Thank you all for joining this couple as they openly pledge their Love to each other today. This union represents a desire by Josh and Megan to share and explore life more fully with each other, to add strength and support to one another, and, through each other, to amplify the joy the Universe provides us all and the Love they feel for each other and for Life.”
At that point Fiona broke from the circle and came to the front of the group on stage. Amazingly, a microphone had appeared on the table with the flowers that she used so everyone in the large sanctuary would be able to hear her. She recited a poem perfectly. It was Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s ‘Sonnet Number 43’ - ‘How Do I Love Thee, Let Me Count the Ways’. I got all choked up and teary as she finished.
As Fi rejoined the circle, the minister continued; “Josh and Megan are adults and give themselves to the other freely. They cherish this union and all it represents. They encourage each other’s journeys through life, being not a tether but added strength in those travels; being not a yoke but a constant companion, whether present or not; being committed to the other without ownership; caring without possessing; and striving to help each other be complete individuals in mind, body, and spirit.”
Katelyn now broke from the circle, picked up the mic, and went forward to face the congregation. Like her sister she flawless recited Susan Polis Shultz’s poem, ‘Celebrate Love’. As she read I realized the poem had the undercurrent not only about love but also about sharing orgasms with the one you love, and in fact, doing it rather publicly. As she finished and turned and left the mic, Katelyn gave me a wink then kissed Carl as she rejoined the group next to him.
The minister picked up the thread of the service again; “The bonding agent for this union is Love. All of us here today share in that Love for this couple and for each other. Please join hands so that the Love can flow through us all.” The entire church rustled as people moved to hold hands with their neighbors. I could see people even reaching across the aisle between pews so that everyone was connected together.