Narrative-Humorous Wedding

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Single people fucking hate weddings. That’s just how it is. As if it wasn’t enough to have the bride and groom salivating all over each other, you’ve got to put up with the other annoying happy-as-shit couples that like to use these types of events to “get out.” I’m not bitter, I’m just honest. A beautiful night for a wedding, I’ll give them that. There are more stars in the sky than I can count and the breeze is just enough to keep you from sweating in the shiny get-up you’re supposed to wear to these kinda things. Always the bridesmaid never the bride, as they like to say, but why the clothes? “What do you think?” My friend, Sarah, asks, turning herself around like she’s on a runway. She’s the fucking bride. What am I supposed to say? …show more content…

We rub shoulders with some of the same people. He travels, I’m a travel agent…you get it.” I stand up straight, try not to hold my breath. Sarah looks at me like I’m crazy, even tries to read my mind like she used to do in college, squinting her eyes and all that shit, looking for clues. “Okay…well, I’ll leave you two to get reacquainted then. Reese, make sure to tell him everything we covered in rehearsal last night.” She winks at me as she heads toward the back of the church to get into her grown and do whatever else the fuck brides do. I’ve volunteered to handle things upfront while the rest of the bridesmaids deal with Sarah and the bullshit back there. I figured things would be easier out here. Little did I know Prince Charming would be here. “Baby, you look good. Real good.” He takes a step forward as if to kiss me, on the cheek or elsewhere, I don’t know, but believe it or not, I’m not the same girl I was six months ago. “Matt, Matt, Matt. It’s been a while hasn’t it?” I try not to stutter but he’s blowing my mind all over again. Just look at him…were his biceps always that big? Even in his tux you can count every defined muscle in his body. His dark, brown hair is a little longer, all thick and slightly wavy, he pushes it back with his hand. I nearly melt. Stand up straight to keep my knees from …show more content…

I can feel his heart beating in his chest. “Right, right. I remember now.” I lean into his neck a little closer and take in his musk. It all comes back to me now, that night, piece by piece. What a fucking night! His cock was like some kind of magical wand. I never wanted to stop riding him. “I called you. You never called back.” The Gershwin song turns into something by Chopin and the lights seem to grow dimmer. “I know, I’m sorry. Listen, can we go somewhere private to talk? I want to explain a few things to you.” He keeps moving to the music but pulls me closer to his voice. I look at him for a long moment, try to read the lines in his face, look for clues. Is he really serious about anything other than all his money and power? “All right. Um, how about the coat closet? Crazy, I know, but at least it’s more private than this dance floor and more spacious than you’d think.” He laughs a little and then clears his throat. “Um, okay, yeah, let’s do it.” He takes my hand and weaves me in between all of the other dancers until we reach the hallway of the

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