Hawaiian Retreat: 7

 

The Wedding!!

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This version of Hawaiian Retreat: 7 has been updated with many corrections towards spelling and grammar.~Sephrena.
 
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Chapter 7
 
 

 

Then, to completely make my brain explode, a tall, slim person in a white tuxedo took hold of my arm and ran it through hers. "Are you all set?" She asked with the hint of an Austrian accent. I turned and I couldn't blink... I couldn't speak... I couldn't even breath for a few seconds.

I shook my head in the hopes of clearing out the impossibilities of the situation. Finally I muttered, "Hilda!? Hilda? What are you doing here?"

"I'm giving away the bride." She smiled and my knees nearly gave out on me.

"Whoa, there, girly," a familiar voice came from behind me. I turned and saw Marie, who had hurried to me and put one arm behind my back and another on my free arm. "Steady, now? Are you ok?"

"Rie?" I gasped. "How did you guys get here?"

My sister kissed my cheek and hugged me tightly. "How do you think we got here, silly? Mitch. He sent us a text about two hours after you told us you were engaged. He asked us to come so you guys could get married here." She pulled her head back a bit and inspected me more carefully. "Oh... my beautiful, baby sister..." She shook her head. "You're such a beautiful bride. You're happy, right? I mean... this IS what you want, right? To marry Mitch? You don't have to do it right now, if you don't want to. You can wait and do it another time... or not at all. It's all up to you."

I blinked and tried to think straight. "Do I want... of course I want to... Geez, Rie, yes, of course I want to marry Mitch I'm just..." I took a deep breath and gathered my wits. "Oh, my God." I pulled my arm free of Hilda's and moved a bit so I could see both Marie and Hilda. "Oh, I am so happy that you guys are here!" I threw one arm around each of their shoulders and they pulled themselves close to me in a sweet, three way hug. I felt myself actually shaking with excitement. "Thank you so much for coming."

When the hug ended, I dabbed a few tears from my face and smiled. "I'm getting married!" I squeezed my hands into fists and bounced. "Oh, my God, I'm getting married in Hawaii! I can't believe it!"

I turned to Nancy and held my arms wide for a hug. "I'm getting married!" I burst out, far too loudly.

She belly laughed as she hugged me. "I know, honey. I've known since yesterday. Are you happy?

"I'm..." I couldn't even think of a word. "... ecstatic!" I finally got out.

Nancy smiled and kissed my cheek. "Bev and Jodi helped Mitch set this all up."

Of course they had! I should have known, right? Who else would have been able to have pull off this kind of a surprise.

I looked over Nancy's shoulder and saw Jodi and Bev grinning broadly. I excused myself from Nancy and hugged each of them. "You guys... this is... unbelievable. Thank you."

"It's our pleasure." Bev smiled. "We wish you and Mitchell all the luck in the world."

"Thank you." I smiled.

"Oh, honey." Jodi hugged me like we'd known each other for a lifetime. "You look soooo beautiful." She touched my hair and the bridal lei that encircled my head. "We're just thrilled to be a part of this wonderful day. Now, go be the perfect bride for Mitchell."

She kissed my cheek as I turned to return to Hilda's side. I hadn't really noticed how beautiful Hilda looked before. She wore a well tailored, just-shy-of-pure-white suit. The three button jacket sat low on her hips, had gently padded shoulders and slightly belled sleeves, and it covered a plain, scooped necked, silk blouse. The legs of matching pants mirrored the slightly belled sleeves and she wore a strikingly high heeled pair of white sandals. I say 'strikingly high,' because she absolutely towered over me.

"Wow," I said as I took her in. "You look... AMAZING!"

"Thank you, sweetheart." She smiled and hugged me again. "You look amazing, too."

Then I noticed that my sister was wearing the exact same dress as Nancy, just in a different color - Nancy's was blue and Marie's was lilac. "Oh, my God! Your dress!"

Marie laughed. "I know. Nancy and I are your bridesmaids, so we had to look at least a little similar." She hugged me and whispered, "But I'm your maid of honor, though, right?"

"Of course," I whispered back. "You always will be." As we separated, I said, quite innocently, "Wait. You're married. Wouldn't that make you my..."

Suddenly, Marie looked very serious and she stuck her finger in my face. "If you call me a 'matron' for ANY reason, I swear to God, I will kill you - even if this is your wedding day." Her ire immediately turned to amusement, though and we both chuckled at her threat.

"Oh, yes, she's right over there," I heard Bev say to someone. When I turned to see who it was I was shocked to see Mitch's mom talking to Bev and Jodi.

"Mrs..." I started to say, but Mitch's mom stopped me.

"No, no, dear. It's 'mom' from now on, ok?" She smiled as she hugged me. "I just wanted to tell you how happy we are that you and Mitch have finally come to your senses and are settling down together." I was a little self conscious about having Mitch's mom see me in my new persona, but she didn't seem at all put out. "Oh, Donnie, Donnie, Donnie... you are just... breathtaking. I'm going to be honest with you, dear. Since you were in junior high school, I suspected that you and Mitch would end up together, and I would have been thrilled to have had another son, but... to have you as my daughter-in-law, Donnie... well... I just couldn't believe how beautiful you looked in Mitch's pictures and now, seeing you in real life... you move and smile... you're just perfect. It's going to be nice to have another woman in the family, is what I mean."

"Thanks... mom." It actually felt odd to call her that, I mean, my whole life I'd only addressed her as 'Mrs.' "I'm so happy that I'm going to be a part of your family."

She laughed. "Oh, Donnie, you were always a part of our family. Oh, what am I thinking? I need to get out of your way so that you can get married." She leaned forward and kissed my cheek, something she'd only ever done three times before - At my high school graduation, my college graduation and my mother's funeral - but I suspected that she would do it quite frequently in the years to come. "I'm so glad that Mitch was able to arrange for all of us to get here in time for the wedding, though. Of course, I would have loved for you to be married by Fr O'Malley, but... I guess that would have been... complicated."

"Indeed." I laughed and rolled my eyes. Then a thought struck me. I looked around at Mitch's mom, Marie and Hilda and I laughed as I muttered, "Wait a minute... that son of a gun..."

"What is it, love?" Mitch's mom asked.

I shook my head. "I told Mitch that I wished that we could come back here and enjoy Hawaii without all of his work responsibilities. You know - enjoy the romance of the islands and all that - and he said he knew how to make Hawaii more romantic and that was to bring all of you here. I thought he was just teasing. I had no idea that you were all on your way to Hawaii when he said that."

Marie laughed loudest at that. "Come on, Donnie. You know that I make every situation better."

"Alright, back off." Hilda laughed and took my arm in hers, again. "I've never walked a bride down the aisle before and I have been practicing since the plane landed. Let's get this started."

Mitch's mom kissed my cheek and ran back out into the ballroom. Then Bev and Jodi both wished me well and kissed my cheeks and they went into the ballroom, too.

Hilda looked at me and sighed. "Oh, for crying out loud," she muttered. Then she licked her thumb and began rubbing her thumb on my cheek. "You're covered in lipstick." She laughed as she cleaned my cheeks in a motherly manner. "We wouldn't want to have the bride look anything less than perfect, now would we, liebling?"

From the doorway came the sound of Elvis Presley's 'Hawaiian Wedding Song.' To be honest, at the time I didn't know that was the title. I just knew that the singer was singing it like it was an Elvis some and, as I said before, Elvis is a REALLY big deal in Hawaii.

First Nancy air-kissed me, then started her slow, formal walk to the stage where the podium had been. The podium had been removed while I was in the hallway to make room for the wedding to take place.

"She's walking like this was all rehearsed," I whispered to Hilda.

"It was," she laughed. "About a half an hour before the dinner began, we practiced with Nancy telling us how everything should go."

Of course, Nancy the events planner had worked all of this out ahead of time. I should not have been surprised by that.

Next, Marie took one of my hands and kissed it. "It took a pretty circuitous route to get you two from second grade to here, but..." she smiled and her eyes welled up with joyful tears. "... I can't believe my brand new, baby sister is getting married. I'm so happy for you." She smiled at me some more. "I just wish mom was here."

I sighed. "I hope she'd be happy for us."

"She'd be thrilled, baby. I know she's looking down from heaven and smiling right now."

"Thanks, Rie." I smiled.

"Marie!" Hilda said impatiently. "Just go! Look, Nancy is already to the stage. Go!"

"Oops!" My twin sister giggled. "My bad! See you up in front." And off she went, leaving me and Hilda.

"We wait until she gets to the stage, then everyone will stand for you," Hilda whispered to me.

"Ok," I whispered back.

Then I heard Hilda let out a big, somewhat frustrated breath. "Before we go in, Donnie... just... just tell me that your happy and that none of this is being forced on you."

I let out a little laugh. "Thank you, Hilda. I'm very happy. Very, very happy, but thank you for looking out for me and for making me..." I looked at my breasts. "...a woman."

Then it was Hilda's turn to let out a little laugh. "I think you were always a woman, Donnie. We just found the girl inside you. Here we go. Start on your right foot and take small steps."

Hilda set out down the aisle with a strict, Teutonic stride. She was taking her responsibility as 'father of the bride' very seriously. Everyone stood as we entered. The men smiled and the women, everyone that I could see, cried. The lighting in the room had been changed and the palm trees behind the stage now were up-lit with silvery blue light and the stage itself was dramatically lit in similar colors so that everyone who waited on the stage, Nancy and Marie on my left, Mitch and Craig on my right and Bob dead center, all had a bit of a magical sheen to them as I approached.

I have to admit that I was very lightheaded at the beauty, the excitement, the people and the completely unworldly quality of the event. It was almost a fairytale and I was the princess about to marry Prince Charming.

When I reached the foot of the two stair stairway that led to the stage, Hilda stopped and she turned to face me. I turned to her too and that's when I noticed that, despite all of her Austrian formality, my sister-inlaw had tears on her cheeks. She bent and kissed first my right cheek and then my left, then she whispered, "Ein langes Leben in Liebe, mean lieber." I looked at her, not knowing what she'd said, but knowing it was heartfelt. "A long life of love, my love." She smiled and wept simultaneously. "I think it sounds more beautiful in my language."

"It sounds like love in any language." I kissed her cheek and felt her shaking.

She squeezed my hands tightly. "No matter, what, liebling, I am always here for you. Never ever feel alone. Marie and I love you. Remember that."

I couldn't help but hug her, even though Mitch had already come down from the stage to escort me up. "I know, Hilda. I love you, too."

She returned to her Germanic posture and took my hand in hers. She kissed it and looked at Mitch. She sniffled and passed my hand to him and said, loud enough for Mitch and me to hear, but no one else, "We're not 'giving' her to you Mitch. We're sharing her with you. Be good to her."

"I know," Mitch smiled and took my hand. "And I will."

Hilda turned and walked to the left to sit next to Bev.

"Surprise," Mitch whispered as we climbed the two stairs to the stage. "You're ok with this, right?"

"It's wonderful, Mitch. I am just a little shocked. Thank you for all of this, though."

He smiled. "I figured that anyone who'd say 'yes' to me deserves something special."

I smiled and we reached the stage and turned to face each other so that Bob could be seen by the people in the hall.

"Be seated, please," Bob called out and everyone sat and looked at us.

Then Bob smiled at us and said, "My dear friends. We are here tonight to bear witness to these two young people as they put aside their individual lives and begin a new life together. We have all known and gotten to love Mitchell in the years since he became a part of the family at the firm and, since we've met and gotten to know Donnie, she too has has captured our hearts."

There was a round of respectful applause for that.

"Now, I do have a little sad news to announce," Bob continued. "Mitch just informed me that he'd like to take his newly won vacation time immediately so he can stay here in Hawaii and have a real honeymoon with his soon-to-be-wife, so, sadly, he will not be back to work with us for another week."

I was shocked! Another week in Hawaii! And it’d be alone with Mitch – well, I found out later that his parents and Marie and Hilda would be staying for the first few days, too. Mitch didn’t think it was fair to drag them, quite literally, halfway around the world and then have them fly right back, so their stay had already been booked before Mitch had arranged for our’s to be extended.

Bob continued, though, "I know that this is all very sudden and there hasn’t been a lot of time for either of you to plan, but is there anything that either of you would like to say before I ask the required questions?"

We both looked uncomfortable for a moment or two, but finally Mitch said. "Yeah, ok. I’ll go first."

He looked at our hands, intertwined, and then he looked up at me and smiled. "Donnie... I remember the first day we met. I remember the first time we spoke to each other. I remember the first time I said ‘I love you.’ I remember the first movie we ever saw together and I remember the moment I fell in love with you. The sad thing is though, the moment I fell in love with you was about fifteen years before we had our first date. I never expected that we’d ever end up together. I don’t think anyone ever did... except, apparently, my parents." That brought a giggle from the guests. "So... umm... I guess that what I want to say is... Donnie... I love you with everything I have, everything that I am and I am so grateful that you have agreed to be my wife."

Bob nodded and looked at me. Talk about being put on the spot, huh?

I took a deep breath and said, "Mitch... first off... if we’re going to have a good marriage, you can’t keep doing things like this to me." Another giggle from the guests. "First the proposal, now this... you’re lucky I haven’t had a heart attack, yet." Another giggle. "Mitch... I remember all those things, too. And I remember how you sat with me in the hospital when my mother was dying. How you went to the funeral home with Marie and me. How you were always there for me, no matter what. Mitch... I didn’t realize until recently how much I have always loved you and I... I... I can’t believe that I’m lucky enough to be becoming your wife. I will love you for now and forever." I stopped talking because I couldn’t think of anything else to say. "Honest, Mitch. I love you."

He smiled at me and I felt warm and loved.

Bob smiled, too. "Dawn. Do you take Mitchell to love, honor and cherish for all of your days?"

"I do," I said, with quiet conviction. I looked at Mitch and he smiled and slid a wedding band onto the same finger as my engagement ring. It matched the other ring perfectly. I looked up at Mitch, shocked. "Nana’s?" He nodded and handed me a larger version of the same ring.

"And do you, Mitchell, take Dawn to love, honor and cherish for all of your days?"

"Oh, yes, I do." Mitch smiled and nodded. I slid the larger ring onto Mitch’s finger.

"Papa’s?" I asked and he nodded again.

"Then by the power vested in me by the State of Hawaii, I now pronounce you Husband and Wife. You may kiss the bride."

And he kissed me. It was a deep, loving and respectful kiss and it made me feel like a queen and by the time it was over, everyone was standing and applauding. Mitch held up a hand and quieted everyone. "Listen, everyone, I just want to thank you for your patience tonight. I know I imposed on your final night party, but... well... thank you for being a part of our wedding and now... let’s all enjoy the evening!"

The band began to play Elvis’ ‘Love Me Tender,’ though and everyone started chanting ‘First Dance! First Dance!’ so Mitch and I had our first dance right there, with everyone looking on. At the end of the first refrain, Mitch called to everyone, "Alright, that’s enough. Everyone on the dance floor!" And they all joined in and danced with us.

People danced by and congratulated us and when the song ended, Mitch took my hand and found his parents, who happened to have just exited the dance floor and started a conversation with the only people they knew there – Marie and Hilda. There were hugs and kisses and tears all around.

When I finally reached Mitch’s dad, he looked, me over carefully. "I have to admit it, Donnie, I never would have recognized you if I hadn’t been told. You are inordinately beautify. I’m glad you finally found yourself."

I smiled of course, partly at the sweetness of his remark and partly at the stiffness of his delivery. As I mentioned, Mitch’s father is a physician, or as Mitch and his mom always called him, ‘A Man of Science.’ He was always very affectionate with Mitch, Mitch’s mom and Mitch’s grandparents, but outside of his family bubble, he was... a bit distant. I could tell though, by his demeanor, that he was trying to open up to me in a new way. To accept me into his family.

"Thank you, Doctor..." I began, but he stopped me.

"Dad, Donnie. Call me ‘Dad.’" Again, he was a little stilted, but he was trying.

"Ok, dad," I smiled. "Would you mind if I... hugged you?"

He smiled back at me. "That would be very nice, my dear."

We hugged. It was formal and a bit stiff at first, but it became more relaxed and familiar in a second or two.

"Hey, hey, hey!" We turned and saw Mitch smiling, which, of course, he had been doing all night. "That’s my wife you have there, Mister!" Then he laughed. "That’s the first time I’ve said that. My wife. I like how that sounds."

I hugged Mitch. "Me too. You can say it as often as you’d like."

The rest of the night was a blur of dancing, smiling faces congratulating us, kisses, hugs, the feel of Mitch’s big, firm hand on my mostly exposed back, the cool, nighttime air, the moon reflected on the water, the smell of hibiscus and Hawaiian lilies, the caress of my gown, the caress of my hair, the caress of Mitch’s scratchy cheek... it’s all just a blurry memory of happiness.

It was well past midnight before we made it back to the suite. Most of the late evening had been spent saying goodbye to all the people who would be leaving the next day. Even though I knew we’d see them all again in another week, it felt like we were saying goodbye forever.

I kicked off my shoes and asked Mitch to untie me so that I could be released from my dress.

He was about to undo the laces, but stopped and sat on the bed. "Come here," he said with a grin.

When I was close enough, he pulled me close, so I was standing between his legs. With him seated on the bed and me standing, his forehead was just about even with my mouth. He put his arms around my waist and looked up at me. He laughed. "My wife. I’m having a hard time getting used to that. My best friend Donald is now my wife."

Hearing him say my boy-name hit me like a sledge hammer and I must have shown it because he asked, "What’s the matter?"

"It’s just... please... never call me that again, ok?"

"I’m sorry," he nodded. "Never again. As far as I’m concerned, life began ten days ago when I saw you looking like this for the first time. My wife. My beautiful, gorgeous, sexy wife. I just wanted to say... I love you, Donnie. You’ve become my whole world. From here on out, we are partners, ok? No more ‘yours’ and ‘mine.’ From now on, everything is ‘ours.’ We share everything. Our lives, our home, our joys, our sorrows... everything. Ok?"

"Ok," I smiled down at him. Then I looked at what part of my body was level with his mouth and I asked, "Could I ask you a favor?"

"Anything," he replied sincerely.

"Kiss me."

"My pleasure," he replied and stretched his neck towards my face.

I shook my head though. "Not on the lips." He looked confused for a moment, until I pointed to the exposed skin between my breasts. "Here."

He looked at where I’d pointed, then back to my face to be certain. I nodded.

He moved slowly and placed a long, soft kiss just where I’d pointed. The feel of it sent warm, excited shivers down my spine. I’m sure he felt me quake, because he immediately kissed the same place, again and, this time, I felt his hands slide down from my lower back so that he could feel my buttocks. The feeling of his strength, the firmness of his hands and the softness of my gown were intoxicating. I hadn’t had a drink in days, yet I felt lightheaded and giddy. My breathing increased and I arched my back a little to give his lips more access and his lips took advantage. His soft lips and warm breath filled me with desire in a way that I’d never felt before. As a man, my desire was just to take and grunt and sleep, but now, as a woman, I wanted more. I wanted... Mitch.

All of Mitch.

His kisses.

His affection.

His touch.

All of him.

I wrapped my arms around his head. I hugged him to my chest and I knew what I really wanted. I wanted to be his.

I loosened my grip and I quickly dropped to my knees.

Mitch looked shocked. "Donnie..."

"Shh..." I said as I undid the waist of his tuxedo pants. "I’m as sober as a judge and I know exactly what I’m doing. I want to do this with Mitch. I want to be your wife."

Before he could say anything else, I pulled his pants free and lowered them to his ankles. Then, I did the same with his boxers. And there it was, looking at me. Another man’s penis. Thick, erect and musky.

I hesitated, but just for a moment. It was new to me, of course, but I’d performed oral on Nancy before. How was this any different?

It was, though. I wouldn’t be entering her - I’d be accepting Mitch into me.

That was very different.

I’d never knelt down in front of Nancy, either.

Now, there I was, knelt in supplication before a man.

No.

Not just a man.

My husband.

I was on my knees before my husband.

All of those thoughts flew through my head in less than ten seconds and I decided that I was going to be his wife from here on out. In every way.

His partner.

His supporter.

And most importantly – his lover.

Before Mitch was able to offer me a reprieve, I leaned forward and I kissed the side of his shaft. It wasn’t bad. It was warm, a bit musky, but it was Mitch’s musk. I’d smelled it before, it was just a bit more... intense down there. I kissed it again and that made it twitch a little, thicken a little, grow a little and that... excited me.

This time, I kissed the tip, then ran my tongue around the head and that made Mitch gasp. That excited me even more. In a weird way, as I knelt there, in my silver gown with the gold branches stitched into it, with my hair and makeup done to perfection, with the bridal lei still crowning my head, I felt almost powerful – but not like I’d ever felt as a man. I felt a feminine power flowing, rather than surging, through me. I could bring joy to the man I loved. That was a new and wonderful power and I found it titillating, in the truest sense of that word.

The time had come. I worked my tongue along his shaft, from its base to its tip, and when I reached the head, I drew it into my mouth and I felt... glorious. It was warm and it was thick and it was hard and it was Mitch and I loved Mitch.

I think I was more excited than Mitch was by that point. There was no part of a man left in me. I drew him into me as deeply as I could and I could feel him shiver and gasp. He was getting overwrought, very quickly.

His hands began to pat my hair, but before too long, the patting stopped and he just rested his hands on my temples and began to thrust into my mouth.

Now, here’s something you need to remember: At that point in time, I had only been with one person before and that was Nancy. We got so that we could anticipate what each other wanted during sex, but this was different. I was just starting to learn how Mitch responded.

As for Mitch, the only person he’d ever been with was me and that was a few nights ago during my blackout. He didn’t really even know himself, yet.

Before I knew it, and far quicker than I expected, Mitch let out a massive groan, his organ began to spasm and I felt him begin to fill my mouth with seed. I should have pulled off, as Nancy always had with me. I didn’t, though. Instead, I increased my efforts and I milked him right through his orgasm, swallowing every, precious drop of him and I kept right on suckling and swallowing until he softened in my mouth. Then, I gave him a few last licks before sitting back on my heels and looking up at him as his breathing retuned to normal.

"Oh, my God," he gasped. "That was... amazing..."

I smiled. "Then I did ok for my first time?"

He chuckled. "You sure did." He breathed some more. "But that wasn’t exactly your first time."

I shook my head. "Yes, it was, Mitch. That wasn’t me the other night. I wasn’t there. This is me."

"Good." Mitch laughed as he put one hand under each of my arms and lifted me completely off of the floor and dropped me onto the bed beside him. He positioned himself along side of me and ran a gentle finger across my nipple. "Because that means that you’re as amazing at this as you are at everything else."

He kissed my nipple through the thin silk and I felt a bolt of electricity shoot through me. I couldn’t understand the feeling. My nipples were still small and boyish, but I could feel them swelling under his lips.

As he continued to kiss, his hand slipped under the cup of my dress and he began to massage my breast, sending me into a sensory overload! I didn’t shiver or quiver or shake. I writhed in unbridled, wonton desire. I needed Mitch and I needed him badly. I needed him to take me.

His mouth stayed busy on my breast, but his hand rode the sleek material of my gown till it came to the front slit that ran to my waist and he slid his hand into my skirts to caress the lacy, silky, flat front of my panties. I thrust against his hand, the touch of his lips and fingers driving me insane.

His fingers slipped under the delicate waistband of my panties and he played with the delicate, heart shaped tuft of trimmed hair, tickling me into a frenzy.

Then, I heard myself let out an emphatic yelp. "No! Please not there!"

Mitch’s fingers had been creeping towards my taped up phallus and I had to stop him.

"What did I do?" Mitch asked, confused, and probably a bit gun shy from my behavior earlier in the week, after my blackout.

"Nothing, but... please, Mitch... never touch me there. Never think of me as having that. I couldn’t bear it if you didn’t think of me as a woman. Please."

Mitch slid his hand slowly out of my panties. "I’m sorry...."

"No," I interrupted. "Don’t be... just... take me."

He cocked his head a little. "Take you? You mean...?"

I nodded and rolled onto my belly, pulling my skirts clear, exposing my silk covered rear. "Take me." I tucked my knees under my belly and raised myself so that there was doubt as to what I was asking.

Mitch raised the skirts that still hung on my bottom. He kissed the material of the panties, then slowly lowered them to my knees. He gently adjusted my skirts so that they were clear of my bottom. He kissed the naked skin of my lower back and cheeks, then rubbed them as he rose and took his place behind me.

I felt him rub himself against me, and I could feel him growing harder as he maneuvered himself closer to my opening. Then I felt him lean forward and kiss the exposed skin of my back. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you, too," I whispered back.

The tip of his penis crept between my cheeks and pushed gently on my opening and I gasped when it slipped into me. It hurts at first, but then – it was glorious. If the clothes I’d been wearing for the previous ten days hadn’t already changed me in irreversible ways, that moment did.

It was like nothing I’d ever felt as a man.

It was submission, but not.

It was acceptance.

It was coupling.

It was merging.

It was becoming one with a stronger force.

It shook me to my core and I became Mitch’s in ways I never thought I could. I was his, heart, mind, body and soul from that moment and forever.

I became unaware of anything except Mitch being inside of me. I was lost in the pleasure and pain that each thrust brought to me. I was on the verge of passing out from the sensory overload when, suddenly, Mitch reached orgasm and that triggered a feeling inside me like an explosion at my core that reached to the tips of my fingers and toes and excited every molecule of my being. I shook and I screamed and I gripped the sheets with my hands and I wanted that feeling to last forever, but...

You know how these things go, though. All too soon, I felt Mitch growing soft and pulling out of me.

I felt empty, suddenly. Empty in a way I’d never experienced before. I wanted him back inside me, but knew from first hand experience that he needed to recover before we could even consider another round of love making.

Before the night was over, though, we’d tried my new favorite sport three more ways. With me facing Mitch, with me on top of Mitch and with Mitch standing and holding me by my splayed legs.

Each time, each way was just as glorious as the first and I wanted nothing more than to keep at it all night, but eventually, we both needed to sleep.

I didn’t wake for hours and hours and when I did, I was still in my ‘bridal’ gown. What a tramp, right!? Mitch was just coming out of the shower wearing a big smile and nothing else. "Good morning," I muttered as I pushed my disheveled hair from my face.

He laughed. "Good afternoon, you mean. It’s nearly two o’clock."

That woke me all the way up. "You’re kidding!?"

He sat on the edge of the bed, kissed me and smiled. "Nope. I think we wore each other out last night."

I looked down at my wrinkled, slightly soiled, gown. "I think we may have ruined my gown, too. That’s a shame. I really like it."

Mitch chuckled at that. "I’m sure that it’ll be fine after we have it dry cleaned."

I grimaced. "Yeah... I’d be a little embarrassed to have someone see the stains we left on this."

That made Mitch let out a belly laugh. "I’m sure they’ve seen much worse. I doubt they’ll even notice. Let’s get you out of that and we’ll send it to be laundered."

I got up and stood with my back to Mitch so that he could release me from the lacings. His big hands had some trouble with the delicate spaghetti strings.

"Mitch?" I asked as he worked the strings as gently as he could.

"Yes, babe?"

I had to smiled at his easy use of the nickname. "How come I never knew how wealthy you are? Or how how close to making partner you were?"

Mitch stopped his unlacing for a moment. "Should I have told you about those things? I mean... we weren’t a couple, then."

I looked over my shoulder. "I guess not, it’s just... didn’t you ever want to brag about things? I knew that you made more money than me, but I had no idea that you were so successful. Didn’t you ever want to tell me about that?"

I felt the strings on my back loosen, as Mitch sighed and said, "Donnie... My dad is a wealthy guy who taught me to never flaunt our success. Besides... I knew you were struggling and you wouldn’t accept my help. What should I have done? Brag about how well I was doing? Wouldn’t that have hurt your feelings? I was just doing what I thought was right."

My gown fell loose to settle on the ground. I turned and faced him, my breasts level with his eyes. I stepped forward a half step and looked at his handsome face. I rubbed my hand along his rugged chin and smiled just a little. "We’ve been together for decades and we’re only just getting to know each other."

He chuckled as he leaned forward and kissed my little right nipple. "You’re just getting to know me, Donnie. I know everything about you." He kissed my other little nipple. "I know your favorite ice cream is cookie dough. I know that your favorite color is baby blue. I know that you tell people that your favorite song is ‘Smoke on the Water,’ but really it’s ‘The Climb.’"

That made me laugh. "Maybe I won’t have to hide my secret love for Miley Cyrus anymore, now that I’m a woman."

He kissed the skin over my breastplate. "Donnie... I will never keep a secret from you, again, ok?"

I nodded. "I wasn’t accusing you of lying, Mitch. I just... I‘ve just been so... impressed by everything about you since this all began." He smiled, but he still looked humble. I hugged him to my breasts. "Mitch... I never thought I’d ever be this happy. I love you so, so, much."

He nuzzled my breasts. "I love you, too, Donnie, and I’d love to pick things up where we left off last night, but we’re having dinner with our family at six and knowing you... it may take you all afternoon to get ready."

"Our family?" I asked.

"Yeah. OUR family. Your mother-on-law, your father-in-law, my sister-inlaw and her wife. OUR family."

I shook my head. "You are really something, Mitchell. Thank God I came to my senses and became your wife."

Mitch looked up at me with the most satisfied smile I’ve ever seen. "Thank God, indeed. Now, go shower and get ready. I’ll get dressed and go grab us a little fruit for a snack to hold us over till dinner." He kissed my lips, then turned me around and gave my rear a playful slap. "Go on, now."

I let out a surprised gasp. "You... You... I thought you were a nice guy!"

He winked as he stood in all of his naked glory. "Go on, now, woman. Git!" He tried to give my fanny another playful slap, but I side stepped him and skipped naked into the lav.

"You better watch yourself, mister!" I teased. "I’m a married woman!"

We both laughed as I shut the bathroom door.

So, at the risk of sounding frivolous, it actually did take me most of the afternoon to get ready for dinner, but there was a reason for that. See, even though I’d seriously overpacked, I had worn nearly everything I’d brought. So, I had to send everything that I’d already worn to the laundry, which left me with only one dress to wear to dinner. It was very cute – a spaghetti strap, sweetheart neck, concoction that Marie had had warned me against wearing to any company events because it was ‘too revealing.’

It kinda was, but it was cute as hell, too.

The top was white lace with the spaghetti strap forming the halter top. The navy blue, flower print bottom looked like a wrap-around skirt. It opened in the front with an asymmetrical hem that flowed beautifully when I walked.

Yes, it was revealing, but it was also adorable.

We had reservations at a restaurant off of the resort. Yelp.com said it was a nice, family run place with a high end feel. Apparently, Hilda had been to Hawaii before and this was her favorite restaurant on this island, so we all met up in the lobby and we went in two cars. Mitch’s mom and dad rode in one car and Marie and Hilda rode in a car with Mitch and me.

"You look cute," Marie said as she looked me over. "I hear that you were the fashion maven of the entire retreat, huh?"

"She was," Mitch laughed. "This is my third retreat and I have never seen a woman receive so much attention from all the other women. I was actually asked, on more than one occasion, what Donnie would be wear to this event or that event. Wives were texting their husbands on the golf course to tell them to ask me. She was the hit of the whole trip. I guess we have you to thank for that."

"Me and Randall," Marie laughed. "And your credit card. I’m surprised that it didn’t melt from all the use it got."

"It’s only money," Mitch shrugged. "There’s always more money to be made. Who cares how much we had to spend. Donnie looked spectacular!" He put his arm around me and hugged me close. "She still does."

"And you always will, won’t you, liebchen?" Hilda leaned forward and took my hand. "Our own little Cinderella who went to the ball and found her prince. Just like in the fairytale."

I smiled at that. "Thank you, Hilda. Oh, and speaking of going to balls... you wouldn’t believe how well this guy can dance!" I pointed at Mitch. "We didn’t get to dance as much last night as usual, because everyone was congratulating us and saying their goodbyes, but you should see him swing dance! I couldn’t keep up with him! He’s amazing."

"Really?" Marie laughed. "Another hidden talent, huh? Hilda loves to swing dance, too. We’ll have to go dancing some night after we get home."

"Or, tonight in the ballroom of the hotel," Mitch said and looked at Hilda. "They have a swing band every Thursday, Friday and Saturday. What do you say, Hilda? Would you be willing to cut a rug with me?"

"Can I lead?" Hilda asked with a deadpan delivery.

"Oh..." Mitch sputtered, confused. "That might be a little... awkward. I never..."

"Oh, don’t be idiotic." Hilda laughed – sometimes she used harsher words than she meant. She probably meant ‘silly,’ but every now and then you realized that English wasn’t her first language. "I can lead or follow. I would love to dance with you – any of you – if we get back in time."

Mitch laughed and nodded.

The restaurant was lovely! Kind of a mixture of an old fashioned English pub and a Hawaiian themed place. It was all very tasteful, though. I had planned on having fish, as I’d had for most meals since arriving on the island, but the waiter suggested I try the filet mignon which had come from local cattle, so I did. Oh, lord, I’ll tell you, I have never had beef like that before. It was tender and delicious and served in a pineapple sauce that just made the meat taste heavenly! Mitch and his dad had big helpings of coconut cream pie for dessert, while Mitch’s mom, Marie, Hilda and I all shared a flight of sorbets made locally with local, tropical fruits. It was one of the best meals I’d ever had.

As the meal wound down, Mitch’s dad cleared his throat and said, "We’d like to give you our wedding present, now." He handed Mitch an envelope and he and Mitch’s mom smiled in anticipation.

Mitch opened the envelope and stared at the papers inside, but he said nothing.

When the silence went on a bit too long, I asked, "What is it, honey?"

Mitch shook his head and looked at his parents, then at me. "They bought us a vacation home."

"What?" I couldn’t believe what Mitch had said.

Mitch looked at his parents in disbelief.

Mitch’s mom explained. "Donnie, last year, Mitch’s dad and I bought a little island on Lake Winnipesaukee, up in New Hampshire. It’s a beautiful spot, off of Moultonboro point. It’s just six acres, but that’s plenty of room for two nice houses. When we hired contractors to build our house, it cost us quite a bit to have electricity brought out and deal with all the permits and everything, so we figured that, at some point, Mitchell would want to spend some time there, too, so we had a lovely second house built as well. It’s yours, now, dear. Yours and Mitchell’s. We hope that you enjoy it for years to come.

"Mom... Dad..." I sputtered. "I can’t... I can’t thank you enough! That’s unbelievable!"

Mitch, still stunned, handed the paperwork to me. I looked at the picture of the newly constructed, Victorian style house. It was lovely. I was stunned, too. Marie looked over my shoulder and saw the beautiful house and the beach just beyond it. "Wow! That is gorgeous. We’ll be up on the Fourth of July and every weekend, all summer long. Don’t worry, we don’t make many demands. Just three gourmet meals a day and we’ll want to be entertained round the clock."

I smiled and passed the paperwork along so she and Hilda could see it.

"Hmm." Hilda shrugged. "We bought you a robotic vacuum cleaner. We thought that was a big present, but this... this is... big."

We all laughed and, after settling the bill, we went back to the resort to go dancing.

We had a great time. Mitch’s mom and dad could really dance up a storm, too! It was really only Marie and me who couldn’t keep up. We danced the slow dances with our partners, but anything upbeat and Mitch and Hilda were out on the floor together having a great time.

About an hour or so after we arrived, my new father-in-law asked me to dance to a slow song with him. It was a little odd, of course. I mean... he’d known me my whole life and only known me as a woman for about thirty hours. He was very sweet, though. He complimented me on my dress and told me how happy he was that Mitch and I were married... things like that.

When the song ended, he took my hand and led me towards the edge of the dance floor. As we approached our table, though, he said to the others, "My new daughter-in-law and I are going to go have a little talk, together. We’ll be right back."

I could see a look of worry pass over the faces of my sister, sisters in-law and husband, but Mitch’s mom just smiled and said, "Alright, dear. We’ll be right here."

I was very concerned. Was this ‘the other shoe’ about to drop?

We stopped at the bar where he said to the bartender, "I’ll have a Guinness." Then he turned to me. "What would you like, Donnie?"

I sputtered for a moment before saying, "Oh... nothing, thanks. I’ve given up alcohol... at least for a while."

Mitch’s dad nodded, then turned to the bartender again and said, "The lady will have a Shirley Temple."

As the man prepared our drinks, I asked, "What’s a Shirley Temple?"

Mitch’s dad laughed. "It’s just ginger ale with a splash of grenadine syrup and a cherry. You’ll like it, I’m sure."

He carried our drinks and led me out to a large balcony where only a few people had gathered. He looked around for a moment and headed to a couple of large, padded chairs, away from the other people. He put our drinks on the small table between the chairs and said, "Have a seat, dear. Don’t worry, this is not an inquisition. I just want to have a chat."

I smoothed my skirts as I sat and I crossed my legs at the knees, which allowed my skirts to fall to the sides, exposing my slender, smooth legs through the opening of the faux wrap-around design. I felt very exposed, but Mitch’s dad didn’t seem to notice at all. He just handed me my drink and encouraged me to try it. I did and it was delicious, if a bit sweeter than I expected. Mitch’s dad took a long pull on his Guinness as he looked around before sitting.

I’ve never really understood the appeal of stout. I’ve tried it a few times and I’ve tried different brands -Guinness, Murphy’s Beamish – it didn’t matter. The thick, black, viscous drink always tasted like sour bread to me – not ‘sour dough bread,’ just sour bread.

Eventually, Mitch’s dad sat, crossed his legs, too, then smiled uncomfortably at me.

"Well... Donnie..." He seemed to stall there.

I tried to help. "Look, Dr... Umm.... Dad... I think I know what you’re going to say and I know that it must be a little weird to have me and Mitch become a couple and then get married, but..."

"What?" he interrupted me. "Weird? You and Mitch? No, no, no, Donnie, not at all. In fact, I’m rather surprised that it took as long as it did for you two to figure all of this out. I never dreamed that you’d be living as a woman, but other than that, I can’t say that I’m surprised at all."

I nodded to encourage him, but I was a little confused as to his point, now.

"Look, Donnie... when you were younger... I always thought of you as our...’other son.’ You were more than just Mitch’s friend – you were part of the family. Now... now, you truly are part of the family and... forgive me, this I know that I can be a bit obtuse at times and I’m trying not to be. Now... now... I’d like to think of you as my daughter and for you to think of me as your father." He stopped and looked at me. "Am I being clear?"

"I think so," I said, but I was still a bit confused.

He nodded. "Good... anyway... Because of who I am and what I do, I can’t help but think of things in medical terms, which I know can be frustrating to my family, but..." He took a deep breath. "Donnie – you are living precariously at the moment and you need to be very cautious about how you live from here on out."

I nodded. "I understand. Mitch and I have talked and he is going to have all of my records altered to indicate that I’ve always been female and..."

"Donnie, Donnie..." He laughed self consciously. "No. Look, I am talking about your health. Your physical and mental health. Right now, you’re living in the glow of romance, but... changing your sex, even changing the way you present your self... these are huge things, Donnie and... well... you need to care for yourself appropriately. You need to speak to the appropriate doctors and you need to do it soon – not later when it may be too late to deal with the problems."

Suddenly, I felt very uncomfortable and I think he sensed it, because he looked away and took a long pull on his Guinness.

I faltered as I tried to find the right words. "I... Umm... I... I don’t think I’m going to have the reassignment surgery, Doctor... Umm... Dad. At least not to my genitals," God I felt so awkward talking to Mitch’s dad about these things. "So..."

He put down his stout glass and took my hand in his. "Donnie... you need counseling. You can’t just go along as if nothing has changed. I know of too many people who have gone down this road alone and it never ends well without appropriate counseling. I want you to be happy, honey. Please, see someone. I have a colleague whom I trust and I could set up an appointment for you, but if you’d rather go to someone else, that’s fine, too, but please, please promise me that you’ll see someone sooner rather than later."

Mitch’s father looked directly into my eyes and I felt how important this was to him, so I nodded. "O...Ok. I’ll see your colleague as soon as we get home."

He took a breath and sat back, but he took a very clinical look at my cleavage as he did so. "I am assuming that your breasts are currently enhanced using saline shots, correct. Administered by your sister’s wife, I suspect. That is, after all, a movie-makeup trick."

I nodded.

"If you want to wear fashions like that, Donnie, then you’re going to need to have those surgically enhanced, you do realize that."

I glanced down at my newly acquired pride and joy. "I do."

Mitch’s dad nodded. "I can set up an appointment for that, too, if you’d like. One of my golf buddies is a plastic surgeon. Very competent. Very discreet. I can call him and have that taken care of for you in the first couple of days after your return. Would you like me to do that."

As embarrassing as this conversation was, I was relieved that he was offering me a permanent solution to my breast issues. "I would like that, very much. Thank you."

He nodded. "Your face, Donnie... it’s quite sticking, you know, but... well, you’ve been lucky up to this point. Your skin is still soft and your overall presentation is still androgynous enough to have not given away your birth gender, but that will change over time. Hormones are the only solution for that and, as much as I want to help you, I can’t just prescribe those for you. You’ll need to work with your counselor for awhile before that regime can start. She – or any counselor you choose - will have to approve that kind of treatment before the hormones are prescribed. You understand that, right? Life has chosen a tough road for you and I want to help you if I can. I think I may have made you uncomfortable, but I want you to know that you can always come to me – to us – if we can help you. Help you with anything. Ok?"

Now, I took his hand in mine. "Dad," I still needed to get used to that, "thank you for caring enough to talk to me about all of this. I know that it must have been as uncomfortable for you as it was for me, but... well... thank you, and I’ll follow your advice. Thank you."

Mitch’s dad nodded. "Good. I’m glad we had this chat." Then he smiled broadly at me. "All I want is for you to be happy and well, Donnie. We’ve always loved you and we just want you and Mitch both to be happy and have a long, healthy life together." He took another pull from his stout. "We should get back."

He helped me stand and then surprised me by putting his arm around my shoulders and guiding me back into the ballroom.

As we approached the others, Marie saw my glass and said, "Ohh, that looks good. Can I try it?"

Before I could answer, she snatched the glass from me and took a sip. She looked at me confused, then took another, bigger sip. "Is this a Shirley Temple?"

I laughed and nodded.

"Lord, you really are a good girl, aren’t you?" She laughed as she passed my glass back to me.

"Excuse me," a young woman in Hawaiian garb interrupted us. "Would you like a group picture taken?"

"Yes!" Mitch’s mom said excitedly. "Here," she put two chairs together, "Donnie, come sit with me. I want my new daughter next to me in our first family photo. Mitch, you and your dad get behind me and Marie and Hilda, behind Donnie." She took my hands and we sat very close. "Oh, I’m so happy," she smiled at all of us. "I finally have a big family and we’re all together. Isn’t this wonderful!?"

I had to agree. It was.
 
 
To Be Continued...