Wedding Day Blues: 2

“Where have you been?” I say, letting go of Joanna’s hair immediately and ushering Marie in. She looks down at her shoes as she comes toward us.

“There was so much traffic on the way over,” she says and I wave her over. Smile at the two of them as she takes over from where I’ve stopped.

She soon finishes and before I know it we are all set. The wedding proceeds beautifully, every moment perfect and I’m grateful I didn’t speak my mind like I intended.

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Two weeks pass. I speak to her a few times, but never for very long. She keeps running off to do something or the other.

Her honeymoon comes and goes and we plan a dinner after to catch up quickly.

I’m on my way to the restaurant we booked tonight when she gives me a call. I pick, parking my car by the side of the road to give her my full attention.

“Hey, babe!” Her voice is so loud. Excited.

“Hey, love,” I say, cautious, since she’s never this excited about anything good.

“So… can I change plans quickly?” Joanna says, and I groan into the phone, letting my head fall into the steering in frustration.

“Whyy? I’m already on my way to the restaurant,” I say, and she sighs.

“Oh my baby, I’m sorry, but you won’t regret it. I swear. Come over to my place, and I’ll cook a meal, just the two of us tonight.” The syrup in her voice makes me smile, and I remember the first time she cooked something for the two of us.

She continues, “We can have a sleepover.”

I blink, “What about your hubby?”

“He’s out,” she says, her voice so sad it makes me hesitant to ask anything else for a second. I nod even though she can't see me, “I’m coming, babe.”

I make a U-turn and drive, almost above the speed limit, anxious to see her after so long.

I get to her country house in Trinity Estate, a place for the elite. Gated and everything, and for a moment I envy Harry. He’s this loaded and still has the love of my life all to himself.

I sigh, and leave my car to ring her doorbell. I’m in a cream and peach striped dress that hugs every curve of my body, and my heels are so high I can barely walk properly.

I took extra care putting on makeup today. I know it won’t affect the outcome of what she says when I tell her my feelings for her, but I do it anyway. Hopeful.

She opens the door before I even ring the bell, and her face is red, puffy. She's in a short short skirt, and a white tank top, even in her distressed state, she's still the most gorgeous girl.

“Oh—my baby. What’s wrong?” I step closer and she backs away, looking spooked. My arms fall to my sides in an attempt to embrace her.

“Come in,” she whispers, pulling me to herself before I can even react. She slams the door, double bolting it.

“Let’s head over to my room,” she starts pulling me further in as she speaks, and that’s when I notice how her body’s shivering, and how red her skin is.

I pause, worried. Did Harry do this to her? I’m going to kill this man if he did. She turns back, urging me on.

My body starts vibrating of its own accord, the anger filling me completely. I can’t think, and it’s all I can do to follow her lead.

Her room is messy. Clothes strewn about the floor. A broken bottle of perfume lies by the dresser, forgotten, leaving a sour taste in my mouth.

She falls on the bed, and I join her, cradling her in my arms. It feels immediate—the way she bursts into tears immediately I touch her. As if her body was waiting for some attention to finally break down.

I let her keep going for a few seconds, my hands tracing circles around her back over and over. She melts into me, her shoulders drooping as her sobs reduce ever so slightly.

“Talk to me,” I whisper after a second.

“He cheated on me.” Her fingers find mine, and my heart beats faster, something like excitement spreading in my heart.

I look into her eyes to find deep sadness there, and I hold her tighter, feeling her body press against mine. She burrows deeper into my body.

“Its okay,” I say, trying to restrain the anger I feel at him for making her so sad. My hands shake, even as I feel my legs twitch. Her perfume is mesmerising me.

I raise her head back up and take her chin in my hand. “I love you, you know.”

She nods, a small smile playing on her lips. I clean her eyes with my arms and continue, “And I don't mean just as a friend.”

She takes in a quick breath and my heart stop in that moment. What have I done? Was that too soon?

“I'm sorry this isn't the right time–” I start, but she shuts me up, pressing her lips to mine.

My heart stops beating. Shock courses throughout my body, even as sweet pleasure burns me from my centre to every part of me. I can't help the deep moan that escapes my throat.

She pulls away, her eyes falling closed for a second before she continues, “Its the perfect time.”

Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?”

She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body.

Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw.

“Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.”

I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.

My lips melt into hers, her skin meeting mine erotically. Her body is hot everywhere I touch her.

I take her flimsy skirt off first, my fingers hooking on the hook for second, hesitant, before I rip it open. The skirt tears, revealing her pretty light pink pussy. Have I mentioned how soft her skin is?

“Commando?” I say softly, smiling into her eyes, and she doesn't bother with a reply.

She's forceful, movements impatient. Her hand pulls my head between her legs and I'm enclosed in their warmth. The heady, sweet scent of her pussy makes me drowsy, drunk.

I dive in, flattening my tongue against her lips to taste her. Her fingers massage my scalp even as my tongue goes deeper into her folds.