Chapter 6: Wedding Night

Slowly I opened my eyes. The light was not blinding, but what I saw caused me to blink several times. I’m sure that my mouth was open, too. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

There stood Lou, her head down, but with her eyes watching my face. Her hands were folded in front of her, nervously moving within each other, wringing each other. That registered, because I had never known Lou to be nervous or even uncertain. Why she might be nervous about didn’t click right away.

Then it hit me.

She was dressed all in white, in lingerie straight from a bride’s trousseau. As I looked her over, I could see the attention to detail that went into this presentation, and I was impressed. Actually, awed might be a better word.

Lou had on white, open-toed, high-heels over stockings that were also white. They went up her legs to a point well above mid-thigh. I didn’t know if they were stay-ups, but Lou had donned a white garter belt over-laid with white lace, and the tabs were attached where the stockings ended. The garter belt had little beads that looked like pearls outlining the edges of the garter belt, both above and below.

She had also put on something she disliked: panties. They were white, also, and the beading motif continued along the edges that I could see. I suspected that the panties were of the thong variety, as the material crossing the garter belt was quite narrow, being only as wide as the beads! One other thing: they were crotchless, with a string of pearls leading down through her folds. Sexy as hell, to be sure!

I looked upwards a bit and saw that the bra she wore was also white, a open-cup shelf bra barely holding her breasts in place and her nipples peeked out over the front of the material above the beading there.

Topping everything, on her head, draping across her face and the ensemble, was a veil, very sheer, of course. It looked very much like the veil Gina had been wearing earlier in the day. It cascaded down her back to just above her hips. It was held in place by a jeweled comb.

This assessment only took a split second or so, but my eyes must have gotten very large, nearly popping out of my skull. Lou appeared to be every man’s bridal wet dream, full in the places that need to be full to overflowing, contained where less is more and looking very fresh and innocent, yet somehow very naughty. I took a step backward, came up against the edge of the bed and abruptly sat. All I could say, in gust of breath was, “Wow!”

“Jonny?” said Lou, and I looked into her eyes and saw they were nearly brimming with tears. “Jonny,” she whispered, “please say something.”

She stood there, her eyes looking down at me and I could see the anguish in her face. I stood up and took the one step needed to close the distance between us. Gently, I lifted up the veil and pushed it back from her face. I put my finger beneath her chin and put a little pressure there, raising her face to look at me. With my eyes open, I bent down and gave her a tender, loving kiss.

She responded, throwing her arms around my neck. I could feel the heat and wetness of her tears on my lips and I used my hand to hold her head as I tried to kiss them away, kissing her eyelids in the process. I guess I didn’t do a really great job of it, as she finally pushed away from me, using her hands to wipe at her eyes.

I still had her in my arms, though, and I gently tugged at her to move her with me. I sat on the bed and she brought her knees to either side of my hips, straddling me and she sat on my knees. I pulled her to me again, kissing her before trying to speak.

“I’m not sure what this means,” I began, “but if it’s your way of saying you want to be my wife, well, your message has come through, loud and clear!”

“What would your answer be?” she asked, her anxiety again clear.

“I think,” I said, “that I would have to do this.” I pushed her off of me, making her stand. I pushed her further away from me as I stood and then dropped to my knee. I took one of her hands in both of mine and said, “Lulu Annabelle LaRue, would you marry me?”

Her answer was short. “Yes,” she said.

My reply to her was equally short. “When?”

“Now!” Her eyes lit up and the glow of the ersatz candles seemed to flare. She saw my confusion and continued. “We commit to each other, here and now. It won’t be legal and we don’t need witnesses, Jonny, but we will know. We have each other, we don’t need anyone else.”

She reached down and lifted me up. She placed her right hand over my heart and said, “Jonny, I love you, want you and need you. I give you my heart and all that is mine to give. My life is yours. Where you go is my home and I will follow.”

To say that I was stunned would be an understatement. I swallowed as I took her head in both of my hands. I could feel her pulse in her temples, a wild tattoo, another indicator of the chance she was taking. I took a deep breath, and replied to her declaration.

“Lou,” I said, trying desperately to remember what she had said. “Lou, I love you, too. I need you and want you. All that I have is yours and I will do everything I can to never make you regret your decision.”

We kissed, long and passionately. Her one arm was around my waist, the other on my shoulder, her hand in my hair. My hands were on her bare ass, pulling her to me and she ground her mons against my cock. The kiss went on and on, our tongues darting in and out of each other’s mouth, dueling with each other, our passion mounting.

We finally broke the kiss, our breaths coming in quick pants. I pulled back slightly, looking deep into her eyes. “If you still want my children, we could start right now,” I said.

She leaned back and looked at me speculatively. “Oh,” she said, “I want your babies more than I can tell you, but we’ll start working on that tomorrow. Tonight, I want you to take my virginity!”

I must have had my mouth gaping open, as she reached up, put a finger on my lower jaw and pushed it closed.

As soon as it was closed, I said, “Forgive me. I would have loved to have been your first, but we’ve been making love for nine months now. I think that boat sailed a long time ago!”

She chuckled a little. “Not here, Jonny,” she said in her little girl voice and patted the front of her bead-encrusted panties. “Not there,” she repeated, with a smile as she turned around. “Here!” and she slapped her ass, exposed as it was by the thong.

Once again, I must have dropped my jaw, as she turned again and closed it gently. “You’ve suggested this several times, you know,” she said.

I shook my head. “I know,” I said, “but are you sure? It might not be pleasant for you, least not at first.”

“I’m sure,” she stated. “Besides, I’m not the only bride doing this tonight!”

I pulled her in close and nuzzled her in the crook of her neck. “What do you mean?” I asked.

She sighed. “I mean,” she whispered in a voice that sounded very much like a mother speaking to a very dense child, “that Mrs. Gina Harper is probably getting the royal Greek treatment as we speak. She said it’s something of a tradition in Cole’s family. Let’s start a tradition in our family!”

I groaned. The images that presented themselves to me were enough to make a priest as hard as a teenager! In my mind’s eye, I imagined Gina on her knees with Cole sawing in and out. Suddenly Gina’s face was replaced by her mother-in-law’s and it was her husband working on her. A tradition? How did Lou know?

I stood up straight and held Lou at arm’s length and eyed her. She knew something, but now was not the time to question her. Instead, I turned her away from me and cupped her bra-covered tits, squeezed them and ground my cock into her ass.

“You’re sure?” I asked again.

“Yes,” she hissed and pushed her ass back against me.

I squeezed her tits again and rubbed them over the bra. I felt around for the clasp and discovered that it was in the front. It was just a moment’s work to release it and get my hands on her bare flesh. I cupped and squeezed her deliciously small breasts, putting her nipples between my fingers, pinching them lightly. Lou’s quick intake of breath told me I was doing it right.

I continued squeezing and pinching her tits, all the while I nuzzled her neck. I had to continually push the veil out of the way. That was a bit of a pain, but the whole thing, the veil, the white clothes, all had me aroused like I hadn’t been in some time. I spun her around and pulled her to me and I lowered myself until I was level with her waist. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. Lou put her hands on my head to steady herself as she daintily stepped first one foot then the other out of the minimalist panties. I could feel her tremble, whether in anticipation or lust, I couldn’t tell.

I stood up and took her hand and I walked backwards to where I knew a chair sat. Before I took the seat there, I slipped off my jacket and untied my tie. Lou, with some haste, unbuttoned my shirt and drew it off my shoulders, kissing my nipples in the process. She also fumbled with my belt until I took over. I unbuckled it, slipped off my shoes and shucked my pants. I reached down and took off my socks, holding Lou’s shoulder as I did.

I finally sat down and drew her onto my lap. I leaned her back over the arm of the chair and attacked her near breast with my mouth, sucking and nipping her nipples. I knew that, with how sensitive her nipples were, I could induce an orgasm or two just by continuing what I was doing. However, I wanted her first orgasm to happen a little more quickly, so I used my hand to start tracing the lips of her pussy while I was sucking on her breasts.

She was already wet, as wet as I had ever felt her to be. She started hunching her hips upwards, trying to push my finger against her clit. She was moaning, her hands in my hair holding me to her breast. I relented a little and passed my finger across her clit. As soon as I did that, her body tensed and she let out a small cry. My fingers were covered in her goo. I lifted my head from her breast, sucking and pulling on her nipple. She pulled my head back down with a hissed, “Again!” With this encouragement, I bent back to her other breast to repeat her orgasm.

And repeat it I did, at least twice more before she pulled my hand out of her soaked quim and my mouth from her breast. She looked at me with hooded eyes, licked her lips and said, “I think I’m ready.”

With that, she scrambled off my lap and up onto the bed. She was on her hands and knees wriggling her ass at me, her eyes looking over her shoulder at me. The veil wafted over her head, held by the comb, and, in combination with garter and stocking, all in vivid white, she truly looked like the eager bride on her wedding night. Her soaked pussy gleamed in the candlelight and only added to the sensuality of it all.

Her eyes beckoned me. She waggled her butt again, and with the garters framing it, made it into an invitation. She smiled and said, low and sexy, a complete contrast to her little girl voice, “Come on, Jonny. It’s time to make your virgin bride a woman.” She waggled her ass at me again.

I came up to the bed and climbed on behind her. I reached for and grabbed her hips. I lined my cock up with her pussy and plunged into her as deeply as I could go. “I need some lubrication, first, Lou,” I said. “It’s going to hurt some.”