Christmas Candy(47)

The words oh shit were on repeat in my mind as he laid me down and mimicked eating my pussy and then fucking me.

“Grab my shoulders. I won’t bite.” He said and ground his cock against me. “This is your show.”

I gripped his slick shoulders, my fingers barely able to get any traction.

“It’s all a show. Congratulations on your wedding.” Big Stick smiled and then mimicked eating my pussy again before helping me to my feet and back down to my seat.

Daisy crowed with laughter. “Wasn’t that the best thing ever?”

Clearly, she’d never had sex with Michael Williams. Otherwise, she’d know nothing was ever better than that. As it was, I shrugged and sat.

The girls thoroughly enjoyed the rest of the show. Thankfully, Big Stick seemed to realize I didn’t enjoy the spotlight, so he used Daisy as my proxy, flipping her upside down and doing any number of sexual things to her for the crowd. I laughed and had a great time, throwing bills right along with the rest of my bridesmaids.

By the time the show was over, my head was cloudy and I wanted nothing more than to go to bed.

On our way out, Big Stick stopped me at the door and gave me a hug. “I meant what I said. Congratulations. Thanks for playing along. Give me a call if the wedding goes south.”

He pressed into my hip with his palm and then pulled away. I smiled and waved bye as Daisy helped me down the stairs. And then we were on our way out into the night. The limo dropped me off at my aunt’s house.

Daisy walked me to the stoop and helped me ring the doorbell. I was having trouble getting it to stay in one place long enough for me to press it.

She helped me stand up straight, running her fingers along the sash with one hand and steadying me with the other. “I hope you had a good time. That was all I wanted, you know?”

I smiled and hugged her. “It was fabulous. And one thing’s for certain, I’ll never forget it.”

Aunt Carrie opened the door and took one look at me before turning the evil eye on Daisy. “I thought I told you to go easy on her!”

“I did.” Daisy stepped away from the door, retreating from Aunt Carrie’s wrath. “Give her the cocktail I told you about and she’ll be fine.”

“Another cocktail?” I asked as Aunt Carrie pulled me inside.

She had rollers in her hair. She reminded me of Medusa with pink snakes on her head.

“Did you just call me Medusa?”

“Did I say that out loud?” I asked.

She wrung her hands. “Oh, Lord. You look like crazy hell. Come on in the kitchen. She slammed the door, cutting off Daisy’s laughing apology.

I giggled and followed her to the kitchen. She pulled a glass from the fridge that had some sort of greenish concoction in it.

“Drink it. We can’t have you hungover for your wedding.” She proffered the glass.

“What’s in it?”

“Doesn’t matter. Drink it.”

I shrugged. I’d already downed plenty of mystery drinks that night. What was one more? I took the glass and drank as much of it as I could stand before dropping the rest of it down the sink. “Yick!”

“Okay, off to bed with you.” She helped me to her guest room and got me under the covers. After that, it all went black.





Michael





I couldn’t sit still.

“Everything’s perfect, man. Everything.” Craig, my best man sat and watched me come apart.

“It’s going to be a beautiful ceremony.” Paul, Craig’s husband, added to the chorus of “calm the fuck down” that all of my groomsmen had been singing to me.

We were crowded in a room off the main church sanctuary. It was far too hot and I wanted to rip the tie off my neck.

My groomsmen stared as I first stood, then sat, then paced. They were a mix of models, photographers, and some friends from my darker days before I met Jess. But they were all good men, to the last one.

“I have to see her.” My heart was beating out of my chest. If I could just see her, just touch her, I could calm down.

“That’s against tradition.” Paul shook his head.

“I don’t give a fuck about tradition.” I went to run my hand through my hair but Paul stood and held out his hand.

“Stop! The stylist worked too hard on that perfect fauxhawk for you to fuck it up.”

I dropped my hand. He was right.

“Okay, I have an idea.” Paul smiled.

“Famous last words.” Craig crossed his arms over his chest.

“No, babe, it’ll work. Hang on. I’ll be right back.” Paul hurried out.

I paced even more, peeking out the clear sections in the stained glass to see the neverending procession of guests arriving. I need you Jess.