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The Wedding Pt. 1

Erica and Eva are finally tying the knot after seven years together. The happy couple, however, ends up taking a bit of a detour on their way to the alter.

Today’s the big day.

I stretched my arms, rubbed my eyes, and hopped out of bed, swinging my messy curls around.

I’m getting married.

As if sensing I was awake, my maid of honor/best friend Tia called me to loudly express her excitement about the day, and to let me know she would be picking me up in 30 minutes. I was excited too, but mostly nervous. My bride to be, Erica, had been the light of my life for seven years, and it was about time we had tied the knot.

Finally at the ceremony space hours later, I looked around me at the chaos of a wedding. I sat in a fluffy chair while the makeup artist painted my face. The whole wedding party was scrambling to get ready, the wedding planner was asking Tia a thousand questions, my mother was an absolute wreck, probably wishing she hadn’t shown up, and the caterer was late. As long as the bartender comes on time, I’m good. I wished someone would hand me a mimosa or something. I felt out of body. I knew I was getting married, but none of it felt like me in that moment. It felt like all of this was for other people, not me and Erica. I wished I could see her. I had chosen her outfit, but hadn’t seen her in it. And we weren’t doing a “first look,” so I wouldn’t even get to see her until I was coming to the altar.

“I have to pee,” I lied to the makeup artist. She let me get up and pointed to somewhere down the hall. I left the room in my robe and slippers, and wandered around until I happened on the restroom. As I was sitting on the toilet, not doing much of anything except clearing my head, a note slid under the door. Meet me in the Quartz Room in 30 minutes, the note said. I knew the handwriting belonged to my beloved. She had changed her mind, and wanted to do a first look after all, I assumed. Shit, well that means I gotta be ready in 30.

I half-assedly washed my hands, and scurried back to the dressing area. I let the makeup artist finish my semi-dramatic look, and my bridesmaids threw my dress over my head. I looked at myself in the mirror for a moment. I look like a bride. I didn’t gush over how beautiful I looked, because knew I wouldn’t feel like a bride until I was standing next to Erica; being her bride. Everyone else was wildly fawning over me, but I was in a trance. I just wanted to see Erica. I looked at the clock on the wall, and saw that I only had a few minutes left. Tia snapped me out of my trance when she touched my shoulder.

“Hey, I have something for you.”

“Oh, really? What is it?”

“This,” she lifted up a beautiful pendant necklace with sapphire diamonds. “Something blue.”

“Woah, Tia, where is this–”

“It’s from my mom, she really wanted you to have it. She’s really sad she couldn’t be here for you today.”

“Tia, I–” I was speechless. She went behind me, and moved my hair to clasp the necklace around my neck. “It’s beautiful.”

“You’re the beautiful one! Jewelry is just extra,” she laughed. I touched the sparkly stone hanging from my neck, awestruck.

“Thank you so much, and tell your mom I’m renewing my vows next year just so she can come to that.” 

Tia smiled and walked away to let me stare at the necklace in the mirror. My gaze finally shifted to the clock again, and I realized I was late.

“I’ll be right back,” I said  loud enough for hopefully someone to hear me. I picked up the bottom of my fluffy, white dress, and shuffled out the room. The Quartz Room was on the fourth floor of the venue, and I nearly ran to the elevator trying to not waste anymore time. I loved my dress, but in that moment I wished I had picked something less dramatic and hefty.

I walked out of the elevator and followed the signs to the Quartz Room down the hall. I opened the ornate wooden door to a small room filled with leftover wedding props, namely, fake flowers. From the floor to the ceiling, there were shelves and buckets, and bookcases of plastic plants. It was a bit cheesy, but the look of the room was still sweet. My eyes finally caught sight of my love, standing near a window in the corner. Her eyes got real wide when she saw me.

“Oh, Eva. You look… You look…” I blushed, and felt embarrassed at how dolled up I was. Then, I actually looked at Erica. I blushed at how good she looked. Her ivory tuxedo flattered her so well. I finally felt like a bride, looking at my own bride.

“No, you look…”

We both stood there for a moment, speechless at each other. Finally, Erica made the first move, and came over to embrace me.

“I love you so much. I can’t wait to marry you.” 

I fought tears, not wanting to ruin my makeup.

“I love you, Erica, I can’t wait to marry you, too.”

We hugged tightly for a few moments before I let her go.

“So, you decided you wanted a first look after all?”

“Well, I mean, not exactly. I mean, well, I guess that’s how it ended up, but that wasn’t my exact intention. That necklace really looks beautiful on you, by the way.”

“Oh, I figured you knew about it already, but thank you. Don’t change the subject, though! So, what is it then?”

“Well, I didn’t realize you would already be in your dress.”

“What does that matter?” Erica started to pace around a little bit, slightly nervous.

“It’s just… the thing is, we’re going to be so tired later—after the wedding is done.”

“Yes… we probably will be. And?”

“And well, I just really wanted to, like…”

“Geez, what?”

“I… Okay, I wanted to make love on our wedding day, and we’ll be too tired later, so I–”

“So, you booty called me the day of our wedding?” I bust out laughing.

“Yeah, I guess I did.” Erica started cracking up, too.

“You’re ridiculous, and I love you.” We both just stood there giggling for a while. Then, Erica’s face got a serious look.

“How much do you love me?” Her eyes stared into me, shifting the mood. I smirked.

“I love you a lot.”

“I asked how much?” Erica took a step toward me.

“So much that I’m about to risk my dress, trying to do whatever freaky shit you're trying to get into.”

“Thought so,” Erica swooped toward me, and pushed me against the wall. “This is really a beautiful dress, I’m going to try not to mess it up.”

“That’s really a beautiful tux, I’m definitely going to mess it up.”

Our hands and lips flew at each other as if they remembered we needed to be at a wedding ceremony in 20 minutes. I threw my tongue down her throat, and let my fingertips trace her neck. She pulled up my dress, and grabbed my legs with both hands, pushing my feet off the ground. I wrapped my legs around her waist as my back slid up the wall. I felt the wetness in my thong as she pressed herself harder between my legs.

“Erica, I–” I mumbled between kisses. I want you. As if hearing my thoughts, she peeled me from the wall, turned around, and gently laid me down on the carpeted floor. We paused for a moment, staring into each other’s eyes.

“I can’t wait to marry you,” she said.

“Clearly, you can.”

“Oh, right,” she laughed that carefree laugh I fell in love with, then dove in for a kiss. I started to shuffle my hands behind her back, attempting to move her. With one big shoulder push, I flipped her over, and pinned her beneath me.

This dress needs to be on top.” I smirked at her, and she rolled her eyes.

“But I proposed. So, wedding day means I’m on top,” she pushed me over and pinned me back down.

“Well it was my idea to get married, so-” I tried to flip her again, and she grabbed my arms. We wrestled back and forth, a tangle of expensive fabric and playful love. I maneuvered around her grasp, and tried to capture her hands before she got mine. We were almost too busy laughing to even actually play fight. After going back and forth, Erica finally locked my wrists and pushed them down behind my head.

“Gotcha, Evaaaaaa,” she teased. She restrained me with one hand, and with the other she started pulling up my dress. “I can’t believe you have leg garters on.”

“You’re welcome,” I said as I squirmed, trying to get my hands free. Erica pulled, then snapped my thong against my hip. “Ow!”

“Shut up,” she spat at me.

“Oh, it’s like that today.”

“Yeah, it’s like that today,” she responded in a low voice. She snapped my thong again.

“Ouch!”

“Every time you say ‘ow,’ I’m going to do it again.” She snapped me once more and I forced myself to let out an earthy moan instead. “That’s better.” 

I felt my body twitching with excitement and anticipation. This is halfway why I’m marrying yo freak ass. As Erica stroked my lips with a finger, I felt the muscles inside me clench, impatient with desire for my love. “You’re so wet babe.”

“Maybe it’s-” before I could respond with something sexy, she slipped a finger inside and I lost it. I bent my legs and pulled my knees toward me so I could open up more, and feel as much of her inside me as possible. 

“Oh, Er-Erica-a,” I whispered just loud enough for her to hear me. My arms wiggled beneath her grasp, her hold on me never loosening, even as I twisted underneath her.

“Want me to use two fingers?” I tried to nod as best I could. “Then tell me how great of a wife I’m going to be.”

“You-” Erica put pressure on my g-spot, and stroked it in a rhythm. She just knew exactly how to touch me. “You… Are… Literally the best wife ever already.” I spit out the last words in a quick jumble.

“Say it again, I didn’t hear you.” Erica started using her palm to stimulate my clit, and my moans got louder and louder.

“G.O.A.T. Wife,” I said between breaths. “Erica!” I yelled her name as she started stroking inside me with two fingers. 

I felt sweat and my juices dampening my thong. She released my arms, and they flew to take off her jacket and untuck her shirt. I put my hands underneath the back of her shirt and scratched her lower back. She started to kiss me again and I tried to hold in my moans so that I could kiss her back just as passionately. As her fingers slid in and out of me I realized I wanted to do this together. With my eyes still sort of closed, I felt around for her belt. I unclasped it and zipped down her pants. I felt her smirk as we kissed while I was struggling to do all this beneath her torso. We tried to maneuver ourselves onto our sides, and my dress and her tux meshed together in a tumble of limbs. Erica and I fell to our sides and took a pause.

“I love you so much,” I said before embracing her.

“I love you so much, too," she said as she put a hand on my neck and kissed me. 

Our romantic moment was quickly over as we resumed what we were really trying to accomplish. Laid on our sides, we entered each other. It wasn’t the best positioning, especially on the floor and with our clothes still on, but we made it work. I shoved my hand into her underwear and felt what had been brewing between her legs. She was primed for me to put in two fingers, and I felt around inside her like it was my home.

“Eva-a-a,” she moaned my name and reached out a hand under my dress.

 We touched each other intimately and released a chorus of pleasure-filled sounds. How is it possible to fuck and make love at the same time? I’m not sure, but it’s what we’re doing right now. Our lips kept trying to find each other, but could only manage to make contact a few times between our moans. Feeling her inside me and feeling myself inside her was overwhelming. I sped up my movements, pushing the top of my fingers harder against her clit on the outside and stroking her g-spot on the inside. I wished I could lick my fingers while they were still inside of her. I felt Erica mirroring my movements and pressure started to build up between my hips. I felt Erica tightening around my fingers, and my insides were doing the same to hers. We breathed heavily, so in synch with each other’s bodies. I stared into her eyes, admiring the beauty of the woman I was about to marry. With each second, I felt us both getting closer to orgasm. I struggled to focus on pleasing my woman, as she was pleasuring me, but I was determined to nail this.

The love we shared made fireworks as we climaxed together, surrounded by flowers, adorned in our wedding gear, and covered in bliss. I felt her pulsate a few more times before I lifted my hand out of her pants. We separated on the floor, and both rolled over onto our backs to catch our breath. Erica grabbed my hand and held it as we laid there. After a moment, she snapped up.

“Oh shit, the wedding!” 


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