A Wedding to Remember
Copyright© 2019 by Barry James
Chapter 2: Dany - Another Friday Night
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 2: Dany - Another Friday Night - Steph had it all worked out. She would have the wedding of her fantasy and the life of her dreams. Her plan was perfect and everything was ready. What could go wrong? There are 14 chapters, but many are very short. Chapters are used to change the person providing the point of view.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic Fiction Rags To Riches Geeks Revenge
The week after the party Dany found herself even more consumed than usual with her thoughts running out-of-control. ‘What kind of explosive will it require to get past this friends-only relationship with Linc? Does he even think of me as I think of him? If not, and I tell him I’m extremely attracted to him, would he get mad? Would I lose him altogether? Does he find me physically repulsive? With a 167 IQ, I should be able to calculate a resolution. Damn, I’m an idiot when it comes to this crap.’
She’s had the same thoughts repeating week after week, but they seemed to be reaching a huge crescendo in recent months. She had a sense that, at some time, her chances with Linc would be gone. She had to open the door to her feelings to Linc when they were together that coming Friday. ‘This can’t be like every other Friday. I need to grow a set and let him know.’
Dany’s week seemed exceptionally long. Her intelligence wanted to explore the relationship between time and mental anticipation of specific events. She knew time was a constant, of course, but the perception of time seemed to vary based on an individual’s mental state. Could it be scientifically explained or calculated? In the end, she didn’t think so. Plus, she was getting very nervous about what she could say to Linc, and the distraction of mental gymnastics was a waste of brain function at this critical moment.
Dany never hesitated to say anything to anyone. It was one of the things she liked about herself, but there were never any consequences that concerned her—except when it came to Linc. Potentially losing him as a friend was the one thing she feared more than death. But the status quo was mentally and emotionally frustrating. The degree of physical frustration, though, was becoming unbearable. She ached for Linc.
Friday evening, Linc picked her up at 6:00 PM. They rode in near silence to a highly rated French restaurant near the theatre where they expected to view a 9:20 PM film.
“Linc, you’re not talking much tonight. Are you feeling well?”
“I’m sorry, Dany. My first week in this new position has me a bit on edge,” he lied. “I was going to ask you the same thing?”
Dany considered her response in the flash of a moment. ‘Is now the time? He seems off, so maybe it’s not the best approach. Perhaps a little later.’ “I’m fine. I think I was just picking up on your concerns and mirroring your disposition,” she lied. “I was just worried about you.”
They spoke of the plans for the 35-day party schedule, other typical things the friends discussed, and all the minor details of the week. The mood lightened. Even so, Dany continued to chastise herself for failing to say what she desperately needed to say. If Linc would only give her some clue, or some opening—something that would push her through this wall of fear she’s recklessly built for years. ‘What’s one more week? I’ll tell him next Friday,’ she thought.
