Chapter 4: June 6, Wedding Rehearsal

So began Day 4 in Florida...

I woke up and realized I must have slept in as Brenda was already up and about. My eyes focused on the clock and I saw it was just after 9:00 AM; not THAT late but still, not exactly a qualifier for early bird status. Actually, I was surprised Brenda was up already after the night before. How many times was I awakened by the sounds and movement of her brother fucking her in the dark right next to me. Damn, how many times was he going to fuck his sister before she got married? Did they REALLY think I was asleep all the time with all the bed rocking and moaning? Actually, what perturbed me most was not letting me join in, a total mystery to me given our past history. Heck, if it hadn’t been for me, they would never have fucked in the first place!

No doubt Brenda had a million things to do today. After all, tomorrow was her big day. I couldn’t even imagine what it would be like for me the day before my wedding. With all the girls here now, she had lots of help. Because the wedding had been arranged on such short notice, there was a lot of work we needed to do that most people would have had professional service do for them. Flowers had to be arranged, music for the reception ripped, setting up the entire place for all the guests, getting food, the list went on and on.

The rest of the girls were staying together in the Days Inn just down the street. I suppose on the one hand it would have been fun to stay with them. Knowing them as I had yesterday at the bachelorette party, I could only imagine what was going on in their room! It also would have allowed Brenda and her brother to have had the bed to themselves at night without having to worry about me (assuming they did).

At the same time, I loved sleeping with Brenda and even if we weren’t having constant sex (which we weren’t), just sleeping nude with her in bed again brought back such vivid memories from our first year at school together as roomies. Of course back then we had to squeeze together on a twin bed and now we had a queen size one, but the intimacy was still there and her warm smooth bare skin felt just as wonderful against mine as it had so many years before.

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I finally got my butt out of bed, more because I had to go to the bathroom horribly bad than anything else. Having taken care of THAT detail, I looked in the mirror and frowned. Between the salt water when we snorkeled a couple of days ago and the blowing wind and sun of yesterday’s trip to the Everglades for Brenda’s bachelorette party, my hair was taking a major hit. Even worse, I had a bit of a sunburn but so far nothing that was going to make me look like a lobster for the wedding photos, thank god. My boobs felt a little warm as they had gotten some sun in places where they usually didn’t but again, nothing that looked too horrible and besides, we wouldn’t be topless at the wedding - although THAT would have certainly been interesting.

A shower was at the top of my priority list so after brushing my teeth, I stepped in the stall and let the warm water cascade over me. I used my new razor to take care of any growth around my pussy and elsewhere on my body. Someday they need to come up with a body hair remover where you step in and all your hair is vaporized - except for your head of course. I soaped myself off one last time, letting the slippery bar rub against my pussy a little longer than good hygiene required. God I was so fucking horny! Sure, I’d had some fun since coming down here but face it, it had been days since I’d been fucked properly and I wanted some dick. Make that, NEEDED some dick. After all, a girl cannot live by pussy alone - at least not this gal.

As I rubbed my pussy, I dropped the soap but it didn’t matter, I only needed my fingers The shower stall was rather small so I was able to plant my feet under the controls and lean back against the opposite wall, making it easy to finger myself while the warm water rained down on me and flowed over my body. I started to think of Duane, my wonderful and sexy boyfriend back home. By now he should be at work. I wondered if he had jerked off this morning thinking about me. Did his nice big cock miss being inside my pussy as badly as my pussy missed the feel of him in me? Did he jerk off thinking of fucking me? When he came, did his cum spray all over his hands and stomach as he dreamed of pumping it deep inside of my pussy instead. God I wanted to feel him cumming in me right now! I wanted to feel him pushing his hard dick up into me, as deep as he could, then erupting inside of me, flooding me with his warm sperm.

My finger was rubbing my clit in fast little circles as I went on fantasizing about how Duane might have fantasized about me. Damn, I’d never missed a man this way before. Sure I’d missed being fucked this badly before, but that was just my body’s response to a physical craving. No, I didn’t just miss being fucked, I missed being fucked by Duane. As I started to cum, my eyes were closed and I dreamed he was kissing me passionately as his incredible cock pumped in and out of me, never stopping until I was literally overflowing with his cum to where it was spilling out around his dick. God it felt so good ... so warm down there, so good ALL over me for that matter. The warm water cascaded over my clit and pussy slit, enhancing my orgasm even further. A loud sigh emerged from the back of my throat as my pussy throbbed and pulsed with intense pleasure. Damn it Duane, where were you when I needed you?

“Hey, you gonna help out or masturbate about that boyfriend all day?”

My thoughts were jolted back to reality. I hadn’t even realized someone had entered the bathroom! Fortunately, I knew who it was.

“Brenda! What the heck are you doing in here?”

“Well, the rest of the girls are all here and I just wanted to see if you were hungry for some breakfast. Since you weren’t in the bedroom if figured you must be in here, “she explained. Then I heard her snicker and add, “Guess some things never change, do they?”

I wanted to reach out and slap her, playfully of course. I knew exactly what she was referring to. Back in our college days I had a bit of a reputation with her for masturbating - a LOT. I don’t think she had ever met a girl who loved to masturbate as much as I did! One of my favorite times to play was first thing in the morning while taking a shower. Well, I guess she hadn’t forgotten. By the time I turned off the water and opened the door, she had already left. Oh well, at least she had waited until I had cum before disturbing me, a courtesy she hadn’t always shown back in school.

Since we would just be hanging around the house all day, I threw on some gym shorts and a tight yellow cami and headed out to the kitchen where everyone was already snacking on cereal and fruit. Like me, everyone was in shorts with various tops ranging from a bikini top for Doreen (wouldn’t you know it with her boobs) to a loose t-shirt for Celeste (I guess she wanted to hide the fact hers were so much smaller). Even Brenda’s mom was in shorts and a t-shirt which was sheer enough to reveal she was the only one wearing a bra in the room. Looking around, I didn’t see any of the guys and then someone told me that Brenda’s dad and brother had left earlier to pick up the sound gear from somewhere or another.

The wedding was scheduled for tomorrow evening at 6:00 but Brenda wanted to start the rehearsal an hour or so earlier so that by 6:00 tonight we would be ready to go through the whole thing as if it was real. That meant a lot of work had to be done before then. Of course, we still had most of tomorrow for the final preparations but anything the more we could today, the better it would be tomorrow in case something went wrong.

There’s no other way to describe the rest of the day as anything but barely organized chaos. Brenda had every set up a rigid schedule that we were all expected to follow to the letter but which, of course, never worked out as planned. It was sunny and hot, typical I guess for the Keys but a lot hotter than I was used to in Pittsburgh. The house was theoretically air-conditioned but with everyone coming and going and opening the doors constantly, the temperature never seemed to be able to get down to where it should have been and I was sweating most of the day. Someone commented that we were “perspiring” as girls don’t “sweat.” Yeah, tell that to my poor deodorant which was working overtime - and failing miserably!

Fortunately, the house had a nice pool so now and then we would take a break for a dip to cool down. The easiest thing to do would have been to just strip and dive in, like I use to do at Brenda’s house back in Ohio (at least, when her parents weren’t home). Unfortunately, like most of the time back then, her parents WERE around and I don’t think her mom would have appreciated five girls running around naked in front of her husband - not that I think her dad would have minded all that much and I KNOW her brother would have loved it. As it was, David always seemed to find an excuse to be out near the pool whenever we had one of our “cooling off” breaks. I got the feeling he spent a lot of time in the cool water for reasons than to just cool down!

Gary, the groom and love of Brenda’s life, made a few appearances throughout the day along with Paul, his brother and best man. Paul was still single, even though at 28 he was a couple of years older than Gary. AS SUCH, Paul was the only guy who could “legally” ogle the girls and he made the best of the situation. Wouldn’t you know it but I noticed he had a special interest in Doreen.

Damn! It had always killed me how guys were attracted to the big-boob girls first. When I was in high school I hated it when boys would look through me like I was glass and stare straight at my best friend Beth, all because her boobs were twice as big as mine back then. These days mine had improved quite a bit, but memories of those days still haunted me. Poor Celeste, I could only imagine how she felt with her all but flat chest, and since she was 22, there wasn’t much hope for anything to develop any more than it already had. Oh well, that’s why God invented boob jobs!

As the afternoon progressed and the rehearsal deadline drew closer, the groom’s parents made an appearance, It was the first time I’d seen them as they had kept to themselves pretty much, even though they owned the joint. Brenda introduced them as Wayne and Sylvia. Wayne looked a little older than my dad, maybe closer to fifty or so. I might have been the hair more than anything. It was still thick and mostly in place but had turned a shade of silver throughout. They seemed like nice people, if a little aloof. Obviously they had money but I didn’t think that was the issue. They just didn’t seem comfortable mingling with people they didn’t know. I noticed Wayne had an eye for the girls though, and more than once his wife had poked him in the arm when he became a little TOO blatant, especially when it came to Doreen’s boobs (do NOT get me started on THAT again!).

Around 4:30 the minister arrived. I was sort of curious about him since Brenda had never mentioned anything about a church or anything religious about the ceremony. It was a little odd for a girl who had graduated from a Christian- based university to be so secular so I wondered what she was doing relative to a church home in the Keys.

As it turned out, there was nothing much to say about the minister. He was middle-aged, the pastor of a small Baptist church on Marathon near where Brenda lived. I got the impression that she went there more because of the convenience of the location than the theology but I didn’t make any comment to Brenda, of course. He introduced himself as Pastor Wilson, no first names, which I took to mean he was a bit conservative.

My suspicions were confirmed when he learned about the wedding “dress” and bridesmaids outfits. He didn’t seem too thrilled about the bikini idea but Brenda assured him they were modest and that with the wraps it would be like we were wearing skirts after which he seemed to be OK with the idea. For the rehearsal, we were all in shorts and various tops (I had on a pink tank), so at least he didn’t have to deal with the issue tonight.

We all went out towards the beach. The sun was blaring as there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. The beach actually looked a little crappy as there was all sorts of garbage and seaweed along where the tide was receding. Doreen explained to me that the cruise ships and other boats tossed out tons of garbage every day and every beach along the gulf looked this way unless they had people constantly cleaning them. Brenda then mentioned they had someone who was supposed to show up tomorrow afternoon to clean off the beach before the ceremony. It was too bad the tide was going OUT and had it been in, then it wouldn’t have looked so bad but I guess Brenda couldn’t arrange to have the moon change its orbit for her wedding day.

It was quite windy and I hoped that it would be calmer for the wedding tomorrow. We went through all the parts of the ceremony and eventually everyone knew their places to be and when to be there. I thought poor Brenda was going to have a nervous breakdown at times but it all worked out in the end. FINALLY, after over two hours to practice for a twenty minute ceremony, she declared it would just have to be good enough and we all let loose a collective sigh - something she did NOT find very amusing. For a moment it looked like Brenda was about to morph into bridezilla but Cathy pulled her aside and calmed her down. I guess that’s what a good Maid of Honor is there for!

For dinner, the one part where the groom’s parents get the say-so and Brenda didn’t have to plan, we all piled in the cars and headed down to a seafood restaurant where a gigantic buffet was waiting to tempt us all. It was located right next to this cool drawbridge and while we waited to be seated, I stood out on the deck and watched the most beautiful boats coming in and out, the bridge raised and lowered by some seemingly random schedule. Some of the boats were incredible! Despite myself, I envied the people on them, wondering what it would be like to spend just a day on one of them.

Finally our party was called and we were ushered into a large room where there were enough tables for all of us. I found myself seated at a table with David, Brenda’s brother, and a couple of younger teenagers who were friends of the grooms there to be ushers. I forgot their names two seconds after they told me which should tell you how interesting they were. Even so, as the only girl at the table, I certainly got enough attention! The food, served buffet style, was delicious and there was an incredible selection. Sighing to myself, I declared my diet was suspended and let myself pig out for once. Who knows when I would ever get to eat food like this again!

Back at the table, it was just me and David as the teenagers hadn’t finishing piling their plates to the ceiling. I was eating some shrimp when I felt something on my leg. Without looking down, I glanced to the side of me and David was grinning at me. With the table cloth hanging over as far as it did, it would have been difficult for anyone to see what he was doing, even if our table hadn’t been on the outer ring and our chairs against the wall. As it was, it would have been impossible for anyone to see a thing and I wondered if David had realized that when choosing a seat. In fact, as I started to think about it, he HAD sort of helped me to find mine as well. That sneaky guy!

As you might expect, my first reaction was NOT to push him away or anything stupid like that. If anything, it was quite the opposite. After having spent three nights listening to him fucking his sister next to me, totally ignoring me in the process, it was about time he did something! I slowly reached down under the table, put my hand on top of his, and then looked him in the eyes and smiled ever so slightly.

“You know, if you’re going to grope me, then do it right,” I whispered to him as I pulled his hand up inside my legs and against my crotch. I could feel the pressure against my pussy through my shorts and my heartbeat quickened as I looked around to see if anyone was paying us any unusual attention. The room was so crowded and noisy, he probably could have fucked me and nobody would have noticed but I wasn’t about to test out THAT theory.

“Still the same ol’ slut, eh Kelly,” he chuckled as his fingers pressed against me on their own, “Bet it’s been killing you that I’ve been fucking Brenda right next to you, hasn’t it?”

My eyes widened and I stared at him. Damn, the bastard knew I was awake and STILL he had ignored me? What a jerk! I was pissed off now and was about ready to reach down and pull his hand away when his finger pushed hard against my clit and I almost jumped out of my seat. Bastard! He knew I wanted it and he was taking full advantage of the situation.

“Then why...?” I started to ask but he cut me off.

“It’s been ages since we’ve done it and to be honest, the first night I thought you WERE asleep. After that, I don’t know, I guess she wanted it and I just went along I guess.”

Yeah, like it was Brenda’s fault he hadn’t been fucking me. If there was one thing I was certain of, there was more to it than that. It wasn’t that I was necessarily dying so much that HE fuck me (although after three days I was getting pretty damn horny for a guy), it was the principle. Guys just don’t get in bed next to me and screw another girl without doing me too. Heck, it’s just not natural, especially when it came to David and Brenda. I mean, who was responsible for getting the two of them together anyway? If it hadn’t been for me, they would have lived their lives out fantasizing about each other instead of making their dreams come true! If anyone deserved to be included, it was me.

About that time the teenagers reappeared, bringing what looked to be half the buffet back with them. No sooner had they sat down than a waiter arrived so serve wine which I politely refused but David had a glass of something white. The kids tried to get a glass but the waiter just looked at them and shook his head. At least he was cool about it with them. Each table had a tray full of various cheeses and crackers set in the center and so I had to just grab what I wanted. Even when David was reaching out for his share, he kept his hand in my lap the entire time. The teenagers didn’t seem to notice anything odd in that he was only eating with one hand. Heck, maybe they just put it down to good manners that he used one hand while keeping the other off the table.

I found myself starting to squirm in the seat as his finger pushed right over my pussy hole. God I felt so wet down there! It would be embarrassing to get up later with a wet crotch in my shorts but I didn’t know what else to do at the moment. I certainly didn’t want him to take his hand off of me, THAT much I was sure of!

The dinner progressed and it wasn’t long before the teens were heading back for seconds, leaving David and alone once again. I figured it was only fair that I get to return the favor so I reached over and put my hand in his crotch. I almost laughed, he was so predictable! Damn he was hard! God, if he had to stand up right now he would have all but burst out of his shorts! Fortunately for him, they were pretty baggy but at the same time, they offered no assistance in retraining him so if he HAD stood up, his stick would have been poking out in front of him for everyone to see.

“Hmmmmmm, is someone horny?” I teased him as he ate some shrimp, trying to act nonchalant. He shifted in his seat a bit which seemed to free up his cock a little. I tried to unzip his shorts but to my complete surprise, her pulled his pussy hand from my crotch and pushed mine away from his dick.

“God, we can’t do this in here,” he hissed at me, “Shit, what if someone notices?”

“Isn’t that half the fun,” I teased him, trying to push my hand back to his crotch again but once again he deflected me away.

“God, you’re such a fucking slut,” he sighed, “Stop teasing me.”

“Me? ... teasing?” I giggled, “You know me better than that David!”

David looked around and surveyed the crowd. The place was packed; they couldn’t have fit any more people in with a shoe horn. The head table was on the other side of the room and barely visible. The parents were seated at tables close to the front as well. The rest of the girls were all at one table and to be honest, I was torn for a moment as to where I would rather be at this moment, with them or David. The warmth between my legs made THAT decision a no-brainer. I wanted to get laid and sitting with a group of girls, half of whom were lesbian or close to it, wasn’t going to help in taking care of my cravings.

“What do you say we go outside?” he proposed, obviously still too scared of being discovered feeling me up in the crowded room. I was more than happy to accept as I knew what he had in mind - his crotch told the whole story.

We both stood up and he straightened his shorts out to hide his erection as much as possible but anyone looking close would have noticed. He tried to keep the front of himself away from the main crowd as we worked our way slowly through the crowd until finally we were out on the back deck. It too was crowded - damn this place did a business on Friday nights! David looked around as he was a new to this place as I was. There was no place that immediately stood out so we went down the steps from the deck to the beach area. People were everywhere and I started feeling a little anxious. Damn, here I finally had him ready to fuck me and there was no place to go!

“Come on, let’s go over there,” he said, pulling me along by my hand.

Where the heck was he heading? The only thing ahead of us was a dock where a couple of boats were. I guess some people drove their boats to the restaurant. Pretty cool! They weren’t huge like some of the ones I saw going by the bridge earlier, but they were a lot bigger than my parent’s ski boat back home. As we got closer, I saw there didn’t seem to be anyone around except some kid who was cleaning up the area. From the looks of it, he was the only one keeping one eye on things as the owners must have been in the restaurant. As we got closer, it became clearer to me what his plans were. He HAD to be out of his mind!

“Whoa, you’re not serious, are you,” I protested, pulling back on his hand a little.

“Oh come on Kelly, where’s your sense of adventure?” he teased me, “Who’s going to know?”

I looked back at the restaurant nervously. Adventure is one thing, suicide quite another. What if the owners were watching from the restaurant? What if they finished and came back to their boat? What is someone else questioned why we were there? Then I remembered WHY we were doing it and any hesitation melted away. Damn I was horny! Who cared anyway if we got caught so long as he fucked me first? What could they do to us? Maybe they might even want to join in.

“OK, act like we own the place and he’ll never know the difference,” David whispered to me as we approached the dock.

Sure enough, we just walked right by the boy with a smile and a hello and he just grinned back and otherwise ignored us. Walking down the dock, David picked the larger of the two. I couldn’t believe people just left their boats deserted! OK, so the boy was there to watch but it was obvious that he wasn’t providing all the great of security.

We stepped into the back end of boat and looked around. There was a small door which David opened and we quickly ducked out of site down into this small cabin area. Damn, my dorm room was like a castle compared to this! There was a small cooking area, a bar, a table with booth-like seats that appeared to be able to be converted to a bed. There was a large picture hanging up showing a large family along with a number of others of the various people in the group photo. It looked like a typical family, nothing wild or pretentious. There wasn’t a lot left around besides some food and things to drink. Maybe that’s why they weren’t afraid to leave the boat alone - there was nothing for anyone to steal anyway.