Best Days Ever

Everything was coming along for what was to be my second best day ever, my wedding day. Some say how stressful and overwhelming it can be, but I was hoping to add it to my list of best days ever. Here I was with my best friend at our favorite tea shop; we prefer tea over coffee just to be a little eccentric in our own way. We had just finished a hot yoga class, so naturally, we ordered iced herbal teas. "I'm so surprised at how well your wedding planning is going. You just make it seem so easy," Trinity was saying. I finished several gulps of my refreshing tea before responding. "It does help to be marrying my childhood sweetheart. I've been dreaming and planning this for years now. Making it a reality is coming really easy because of that." "True. It still feels sort of surreal." "Also, it helps that his mom is picking up most of the loose ends like seating arrangements and her god awful forest of f

I woke up the next morning to my alarm. I was in bed. George had taken my shoes off and carried me to bed. I had slept through the rest of the night without so much as a stir. George's side of the bed was empty, and he had made it up around me before going for his morning run and heading into work. He, too, had scheduled his workdays to coincide with mine one week before the wedding. He would take two weeks off before beginning the intense run up the ladder his father had in store for him.I smiled sleepily before stretching and making my side of the bed. I went into the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee that George had put on before leaving. Then I went to work. I worked at a high-end fashion boutique where I was given the opportunity to sit in with the buyer and do a little bit of shadowing when business permitted it. Today was not one of those days. The fall season had been in full swing with a rush of customers sending assistants to pick up new wardrobe changes before th

The next morning George woke me up with a kiss. He moved over my body and straddled me, and stared into my eyes. He was trying to read what was in there, and most of the time, he could, but I didn't even know what was in there. He dipped his head down and kissed me. It was a long kiss that had meaning behind it. Only I wasn't quite sure what the meaning was. He pulled my nighty over my head, leaving me in my panties. He kissed down my neck and between my breasts and kept looking into my eyes, trying to read my mind. Still getting nothing because nothing was in there but a jumbled-up mess. Maybe he could untangle it and then tell me what it was. He put a hand behind me and pulled my body up as his mouth claimed one, then the other of my breasts. I moaned, and he looked up again, peering into my soul. He dropped me to the bed and pulled off my panties. He pushed my pussy lips apart and dragged his thumb through my wetness and around my clit. A

I nervously took my father's arm as he walked me out into the backyard at my in-law's estate. It's okay to call them in-laws at this point, right? We walked across the yard and onto the pink rose petal make-shift carpet as peacocks wandered around in the flower jungle my mother-in-law had created. It was absolutely wonderful. I looked out at the crowd and could only see one face, George. With my father keeping me steady, which I was thankful for because whoever decided a backyard wedding would be a great idea in these heels needed to be shot. As I thought that I recalled, it was my idea. Well, shoot me now. George was the most handsome I had ever seen him in his white tux. I was so against white, but now seeing him in it, he looked like every prince charming I had ever read about. He had a light pink rose on his lapel, and his green eyes drew me in the closer I got. Everything else around me was a blur of faces and people. I couldn't believe