The Suitcase – 11
By
Pamela
Ten women showed up for Lisa’s bridal shower. The girls from Bonnie’s class, who had organized the evening, as well as Emily, Sue, and Eileen from the bowling alley, Nancy from the Venetian blinds shop and Lisa’s sister Anne and sister-in-law Patty.
A stretch limo came to take the girls to a male strip club on the outskirts of the city. Lisa and the women were packed in like sardines. A bottle of Tequila was passed around. The intense feminine atmosphere gave Lisa an emotional high as she felt that in every conceivable way she fit in. She belonged. With her glorious boobs, sexy panty girdle, and stiletto heels, she filled out her clingy dress as well as any of the other women. Only one obstacle remained separating herself from women everywhere. One day that would be gone to be replaced by a pretty bush she could admire in the mirror. After that, her panties and teddies would fit tightly over her pussy.
“Why are we going to a male strip club?” Lisa asked.
“It’s a rite of passage,” Stephanie explained. “Hot, muscular guys stripping. Eye candy. Tequila shots, beer and raunch, raunch, raunch.”
“I need raunch?” Lisa asked.
“Of course you do,” Diane said. “One night of raunch followed by a lifetime of sweet devotion to Blake. Think of tonight as an inoculation against seeking out raunch in the future.”
“One and done?” I said.
“That’s the spirit, Lisa,” Diane said.
“Shouldn’t I warn Blake that I’ll be ogling hot guys?”
“Right. He’ll be going to a strip club with his guy friends. Do you think he’s going to discuss that with you?”
“I guess not.”
“Don’t listen to them, Lisa,” Anne said. “The main reason to go tonight is to immerse yourself in female sexuality. You’ll be able to fill in the gaps in those aspects of girldom of which you're probably innocent. For example, what is a womanly response to well-developed studs? To bulging muscles and hairy chests? How do you respond to the male sexual urge? It can be quite forceful and persistent.”
“Anne has the right idea,” Patty said. “Try to absorb as much as you can about the sexuality of the strippers. That’s knowledge that will enable you to take control and direct men’s libidos in the future.”
“Including Blake’s?”
“Especially Blake’s!!”
As they drove on Lisa reflected on how Blake was rapidly acquiring the kind of body that was likely to be on display tonight. She had been experiencing ever stronger pulses of arousal when glimpsing Blake’s physique. Feelings of helplessness in the face of his increasing strength were manifesting themselves in feverish sexual fantasies where Blake held her down and had his way with her. Such fantasies evolved over time into intricate plots where Lisa daydreamed of being Blake’s plaything. She enjoyed the idea of feeding off his uncontained male energy to experience ever wilder sexual liaisons.
Increasingly Lisa wondered if her fantasies were normal. Would they freak out Blake? Lisa would make a concerted effort to note the reactions of her friends to the men in the strip show. That would become a useful starting point for knowing how she should behave. She wanted to demonstrate her sexuality in the same way that other women did. Lisa was hopeful that the club would end up being a fabulous learning experience.
“With enough shots the club will seem normal to you,” Stephanie said.
“Fully sober doesn’t go well in a place like where we're going," Emily said.
“Then give me another swig!” The bottle was passed to Lisa and she took another gulp. “I’m already starting to feel good about this.”
“It’ll be a blast!” Emily said.
***
The girls sat together at two tables abutting the runway. When they were seated, Lisa glanced around at the other patrons. Groups of women were arrayed near them. It was a party atmosphere. Whooping and cat calling followed a muscular guy with a ponytail wearing nothing more than a speedo. There was little left to the imagination. The outline of his penis impossible not to see. Muscles sprouted from every part of him that he flexed and posed with to get the women excited.
Women rushed up to feel his biceps or his impressive thighs. Invariably they tucked cash in the form of bills into the front of his speedo. Lisa wasn’t sure she would have the nerve to put money in a stranger’s speedo.
Mr. Ponytail was gyrating close to Lisa and her friends when a second guy came out onto the stage. He had among the biggest calf muscles Lisa had ever seen. As the two men danced showing off their physiques a voice over a loudspeaker announced “Congratulations Lisa!!! A bride to be! Stand up and show us your face!” The women surrounding Lisa coaxed her into standing. She waved to everyone and the women applauded. “Come up on the stage Lisa,” the voice said. Mr. Ponytail and Mr. Calf Muscle came over to help lift Lisa onto the stage.
The audience whooped and hollered and the two men took positions in front and back of Lisa. They locked their arms together sandwiching her between their powerful torsos. Her breasts were pressed against the chest of Mr. Calf Muscles. Her back was flush against the chest of Mr. Ponytail. She felt him pushing his loins into her rear end. Both men twerked. Lisa was aroused by the pressure against the front and back of her dress. The awesome hardness of their muscles contrasted with her own softness. The masculine warmth generated by the two bodies surrounding her was intoxicating.
Trapped between the men Lisa became lightheaded. Her companions whooped and chanted encouragement. She had had no previous understanding of this kind of display of the power of masculinity. Lisa wondered if the men were getting aroused by what they were doing. Was it just an act? Were they going to get boners in their speedos? An image formed in her mind of the two men with boners pushing against herself, powerless to control them. In its own way this was an initiation into the most extreme difference between manhood and womanhood. She felt that she was utterly sexually opposite to these thrusting, gyrating, powerful men. She was a female to their manhood, her having a penis notwithstanding.
At the end of the dance the audience applauded and hooted loudly. Before helping her off the runway, Mr. Ponytail whispered in Lisa’s ear. “We can go to a private room if you want to suck me off.”
Surprised, Lisa turned to look at him. “Oh, that’s kind of you. I have to …” Lisa immediately thought of Blake. There was no way that she’d have sex with another man, that was for sure. On the other hand, she worried that the other women would think she had violated an unwritten rule about bridal parties.
“I’m not sure,” Lisa said. The evening was progressing faster than she had anticipated. She hadn’t ever thought about giving a blow job. But now suddenly the idea had been thrust into her mind. Was she expected to do it? Was it something the other girls would do?
“Anytime you want to suck me off, just give me a call,” Mr. Ponytail said and handed her a business card.
“Thanks,” Lisa said.
After Mr. Ponytail left, Mr. Calf Muscles gave his card to Lisa. “We can get a private room if you’d like to fuck. Otherwise, whenever you’re in the mood for a good fuck give me a call. Your first fuck is half-price. If you become a regular you’re considered a frequent fucker and earn points. Basically, every five fucks and you get one free. Got it?”
“Yeah, thanks a lot,” Lisa said.
“What was that all about?” The girls crowded around Lisa asking what the guys had been talking about.
“The guy with the ponytail offered to let me suck on him. You know, his penis. The other guy wants to fuck me. There’s a back room somewhere. I thanked them for the offer, but I would never cheat on Blake!”
“How much do they charge?” Stephanie asked.
“They gave me their business cards. Apparently there’s a discount for new customers and if you use him often.”
Lisa gave the cards to the girls. “Cool,” Sue said studying them.
“Are you interested?” Stephanie asked.
“I might be. I’m between boyfriends. I’ve had a fantasy for years that I’d get one guy to fuck me while I suck on another.”
“I bet they do that all the time,” Emily said.
“I wonder how much it is?” Sue said.
Stephanie got up. “I’ll find out.”
She sought out Mr. Ponytail and talked with him. She came back a minute later. “If you go to the backroom now, he’ll get his friend and for twenty minutes during their break they’ll do anything you want them to for a hundred each. That’s a first-time discount.”
“Cool,” Sue said. She took her wallet out of her purse and counted the money. “I’ll be back in a bit!”
Lisa and the other girls watched her walk over to Mr. Ponytail. They had a brief conversation and she turned to wave at the women and then went through a doorway followed by the two men.
“Why did the dancers single me out?” Lisa asked the girls.
“That’s our fault,” Debbie said. “We told them that you’re the bride-to-be and gave them a tip. They gave you the special treatment.”
“I must say I enjoyed what they were doing,” I said.
“What Sue’s doing with them is so fucking hot,” Stephanie said. “I’d ask to watch if it didn’t make me look like I was creepy!”
“A married woman can’t get a second man for sex can she?” Lisa asked.
“Obviously only if her husband approves,” Laurie said.
“But most husbands or boyfriends probably don’t want another guy in the bedroom with them,” Debbie said.
“It’s one of those things you do when you’re not married. Like Sue is doing,” Emily said.
“Sue recently broke up with her long-term boyfriend,” Eileen said. “He’s a nice guy and she loves him but he got so unbelievably boring in bed she couldn’t stand it. No matter how many times she asked him to work with her to spice it up, he wasn’t interested.”
“A mismatch in libidos can make for a difficult relationship,” Nancy said. “The horny partner suffers more than the other because it’s pretty much of a waste of time to have sex with someone who’s not into it.”
“Boring sex kills so many relationships,” Diane said. “A guy may start out excited and we’re swept up in it and then sometimes he begins to take us for granted. We become a convenient hole for him to stick his penis in. Sex becomes boom, boom, boom, and he rolls over and goes to sleep. Thanks a lot! Not all men are like that but too many are.”
“Then there are women who never ask for sex,” Patty said. “Some husbands interpret that as meaning they don’t care.”
“You’re right. Women have to demand sex if they want it,” Diane said.
“In all of these situations the one truth is that we can control ourselves but not our men," Patty said. "We can show we’re interested in sex; we can liven it up from our end, and we can encourage our men to help us keep it interesting. At the end of the day they get out of sex what they put into it.”
“Sue’s boyfriend wouldn’t cooperate,” Emily said. “How many of us jilted a man because he was boring in bed?”
Of the eleven women, half of them raised their hands. “How many of us have had boring sex?” Emily asked.
All except Lisa raised their hands. “You see, Lisa,” Emily said, “there’s a lot of boring sex going on out there, but sometimes we don’t break up because of it.”
“I didn’t break up with the couple of guys I dated who were boring in bed because they were boring in bed. I broke up because everything about them was boring,” Stephanie said.
“I found that boring guys are often boring in bed,” Diane said.
“But I dated really interesting guys who were boring in bed,” Laurie said.
“Has any of us dated a boring guy who wasn’t boring in bed?” Stephanie asked.
No one raised their hands.
“I don’t think Blake finds me boring,” Lisa said, “but I don’t know if he finds me boring in bed.”
“Do you find him boring in bed?”
“Oh, no! I love being in bed with Blake. He’s so exciting to hold onto.”
“We’re jealous of you!” Stephanie said.
“But I have to make sure that I’m not boring in bed,” Lisa said. “How can a girl spice it up?” She thought about herself lying passively in bed as Blake was pounding away. She worried that eventually Blake would expect more from her.
“That’s a great question,” Diane said. “There are many things you can do.”
“Sexy lingerie!” Debbie said.
“Role playing!” Laurie said.
“Kink!” Diane said.
“I think everyone – both boys and girls - has at least one trigger that gets them super horny,” Patty said. “Find out what it is in your partner, then you can always get them aroused by pulling on the trigger.”
“Does that work for you?” Anne asked.
“It sure does!” Patty said.
“Tell us what Ned’s trigger is,” Anne said.
Patty laughed. “You’d love to know wouldn’t you! If I told you then any one of you could get Ned to do anything you wanted. He’s so helpless whenever I decide to use the trigger.”
“You don’t use it every time?” Lisa asked.
“No. I like to keep him guessing. On the nights I use it I have complete control over him.”
“But what about him using your trigger?” Anne asked.
“You see, my trigger is using his trigger to give me control over him. That always gets me the best orgasms.”
“That’s fascinating,” Lisa said.
“This whole conversation is getting me wet!” Nancy said.
“That’s your trigger!” Patty joked and everyone laughed.
“I’m impressed how you’ve turned it into a science!” Anne said.
“True. Controlling men through their … I mean controlling men through their sexuality is no different than training a dog to do a trick,” Patty said. “Men are so desperate to get off they’ll do anything if they know they’re going to get an orgasm as a reward.”
The women were quiet for a time going through their minds thinking about their own triggers and what triggers their husband or boyfriends had.
“Practically every guy I’ve known wants to lick on my pussy,” Eileen said. “They work and work down there never quite getting me close to orgasm. It often feels good, but it’s not the right set of moves to get me off. I’ve wanted to tell them what to do, but they’re trying so hard I don’t want to make them feel bad.”
“I’m sure they would love for you to correct their approach,” Nancy said. “Their little jaws get very tired and even begin to ache. And yet they go on and on.”
“The problem for me is that their tongues and lips aren’t forceful enough,” Eileen said. “I’d rather sit on their face and push my pussy into them. That way I can control the pressure and the location. Run it back and forth in a certain way while I lean back holding onto their dick. Boy, that’s my trigger!”
“I think everyone is getting wet thinking about that!” Emily said.
“What I like,” Nancy said, “is so weird that I’ve never mentioned it to my boyfriends.”
“Tell us!” Emily said.
“No one laugh! I’d like my boyfriend to be a lion and I’d be the lioness. We walk around the living room on all fours. Then the lioness decides she’s in heat and the lion senses it and comes up behind me, like the way animals fuck. He puts his dick up in me while leaning over my back. He should growl and roar and I’ll do my lioness thing.”
Lisa didn’t know what to make of Nancy’s desire. The other women were also silent until Stephanie said, “That is one weird fantasy – but I love it! I know just the guy to try that out on.”
“If he likes it, tell him to call me up!” Nancy said.
Sue returned from her menage a trois wearing a huge smile.
“So tell us!” Emily said.
“Oh my God! It was the fantasy I’ve always wanted. Mr. Ponytail’s cock is exactly the kind I like to suck on. Boy does he get hard and he’s not shy about forcing it down my throat. I had to remember to breathe before each of his thrusts into my mouth or I’d probably have suffocated. There’s a lot to fit in! And down at my pussy Mr. Calf Muscles has the most amazing dick. My pussy is still buzzing with pleasure. He’s obviously had a lot of practice using his dick. He was both firm and gentle at the same time. The two men are so accustomed to working as a team that they fall into an incredible rhythm. I don’t think I’ll ever forget it. A dick thrust into my mouth the same second one is thrust up my pussy. My little brain had a hard time deciding which pleasure I should be focusing on!”
“I’m so jealous. I’ve got to get their business cards!” Eileen said.
“I can sure see why women want to become frequent fuckers,” Sue said. “I might become one of them. I do know I’m going to be dreaming about my twenty minutes in heaven every night!”
“While you were away we were talking about our favorite kinks,” Eileen said. She described what had been discussed thus far. “Anybody else have a kink they want to share?”
“In my favorite fantasy I’m a maid in a fancy estate,” Debbie said. “The Lord of the manner forces me to have sex with him in a guest bedroom while his wife is entertaining her friends in the parlor.”
“That’s charming,” Lisa said.
“One of my favorite kinks is to read a Victorian romance novel while my boyfriend sucks on me. It helps me get stirred up.” Debbie laughed. “Sometimes I can continue reading while he fucks me. That’s always the best sex!”
“I’m sort of the opposite of that,” Diane said. “I love giving blow jobs while my boyfriend is distracted. I especially love it if he’s on a phone call with his mom. Also good is if he’s having breakfast or reading the paper. I crawl under the table whip out his cock and go to it. If he’s in the bedroom and we’re going to fuck, then I have no interest in sucking on him.”
“How strange,” Stephanie said.
“What about you Lisa? What’s your kink?” Anne asked.
“Good question. I was thinking that I love being fully dressed when Blake has sex with me. He’s naked and I’m wearing one of my prettiest dresses with many crinolines. He’s got to lift up my skirts to get to my panties and pull them aside. Or he has to take off my pantyhose. The dresses make me feel feminine. It’s like I can smother Blake in my femininity.”
“Does Blake approve?”
“Oh yes. I think our kinks are perfectly aligned. I know that Blake loves displaying his power over me. All I have to do is admire his bulging muscles and he gets very horny.”
“It’s true. The two of you are perfect together,” Anne said. “It’s why marriage is so right for you two.”
“A toast to Lisa and Blake!”
Everyone held up their shot glass of Tequila and saluted Lisa.
***
When Lisa arrived home in the wee hours of the morning, Blake was lightly sleeping and woke up. “Tell me about your night,” he said. “You’re red in the face! What went on!”
“I’m blushing from all the raunchy girl talk! I had a lot of fun, but I must admit half of what I saw and heard I never knew about. Guys dancing around flexing their muscles. My friends really getting into it. I learned all about how to have great sex!”
“An educational experience! Who would have thought?”
“I learned that everyone has a sexual trigger – a particular fantasy that is guaranteed to get them excited.”
“The girls talked about their triggers?”
“Some did. Some talked about their boyfriend’s triggers.”
“What’s your trigger?”
Lisa laughed, “You know what it is! For me it’s being appreciated for being pretty, delicate, gentle, sweet, devoted, submissive, and wearing a pretty dress. I love it when you show off your incredible power and strength in ravishing me any way you want. Your manliness makes me want to surrender myself – mind and body – to you. I want to be your plaything. I hope that fits in with your desires.”
“You know it does! Nothing gets me hotter than to see how I can have my way with you. A dainty girl that is subsumed by my power. Keeping you pinned down to the bed and taking my pleasure from you as you frantically call out in sexual ecstasy is my favorite kink.”
“It’s so great we can talk about this!” Lisa said. “The girls said it’s important to have communication. We should never be shy about confessing to our partner what we need to be aroused.”
“So let’s promise each other that after we’re married we periodically give our sex a report card. If there’s anything we want done better or differently we say it. Remove our egos so we don’t get defensive.”
“I like that, but …”
“But?”
“Some of the sexual things my friends liked are very hard to talk about. I don’t want to do them, but if I did it would be hard to be honest about it.”
“What are you talking about?” Blake asked.
“Some of the girls like two men at once. They need one guy to supply a penis they can suck on while the other guy is fucking them.”
“I see what you’re saying. Right now I’d be uncomfortable to share you with another guy.”
“Right now?”
“People can change in time. Who knows how we’ll be many years from now.”
“Will you ever want another woman to join with me in having sex with you?”
“You mean I’d suck on her vagina or breasts while having sex with you.”
“Or vice versa. I’m sure I wouldn’t be happy. I’d think that you’d like her vagina or tits more than mine!”
“You see that this kind of thing can be very tricky. The new person is always more exciting to the original couple than their partner. The novelty alone is enough to get people aroused in a way their spouse can’t accomplish by themselves.”
“To be honest, I would die of jealousy if you wanted another woman to join us. I’d feel so inadequate.”
Blake picked Lisa up in his arms and hugged her. “We’re on the same page dearest. If we ever need to spice up our lovemaking, then we’ll have a conversation and figure it out.”
“Good. I don’t think we’re having any problems now are we?”
Blake laughed. “Not as far as I can tell.”
“I don’t want you ever to be bored with me. Seriously. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you interested.”
“Deal and if you get bored you let me know.”
“You didn’t tell me what you and the guys did at your bachelor party?”
“We bowled. And drank a lot!”
“No raunchy sex?”
“I’m afraid not.”
***
With the wedding a few days away, the engraved wedding invitation sent to Lisa’s mom and dad was not answered. “Not even the courtesy of a RSVP!” Lisa said.
“We needed it a week ago to tell the caterer so it doesn’t matter anymore. If they show up they won’t get fed!”
“I called up Ned and Anne and neither of them could get a response from my parents. The subject of me is now forbidden in the house. I’m such an incredible threat!”
“They’re losing more than anyone. I’ll bet your mother is profoundly sad and resentful that your dad won’t let her come.”
“I suppose you’re right.”
“It’s best if you concentrate on all our wonderful guests and how deeply happy it’s going to make me when you say, ‘I do’ and I get to put a ring on your pretty finger.”
Blake and Lisa embraced and kissed.
***
The morning of the wedding Lisa woke up early. She was dizzy with excitement for the day ahead. She wasn’t sure she had the stamina to withstand the strong currents of happiness that coursed through her. The only way forward was to think of the next task and only that task. When it was done she could then think of the next one. She had the house to herself. Blake spent the night with his brother Felix and would show up separately at the church. Bride and groom should not see each other until that special moment in the service when the organ begins to play the wedding march and Lisa begins walking down the aisle on the hand of Ned. Blake will turn his head to see her. Lisa was determined to catch his expression at that exact moment.
After an English muffin for breakfast, Lisa took a bubble bath. When she got out and dried off she placed the pretty bridal underthings that she had bought specially for the day on the bed. White lacy panties, a matching long-line bra, a white padded panty girdle with concealed garters, and a full slip. She had splurged on the finest white stockings that Josephine carried in the shop.
She put on the panties, panty girdle, and then the bra. How nice life had become once she had acquired pretty boobs to gently place in her bra. She still couldn’t get over the lovely projection of her breasts and the exciting feminine figure it gave her. The effect with the panty girdle were curves that could stop traffic! More important than that, her figure kept Blake permanently enraptured.
Debbie and Laurie came by according to their plan to help Lisa with her hair and makeup. “What a sexy outfit!” Debbie said.
“It’s just the prettiest,” Laurie said.
“Thank you. I intend to wow Blake when he undresses me tonight!”
“He’s going to be a goner!”
An hour before the ceremony Diane and Stephanie joined them. “You’re beautiful Lisa. What is it about weddings that makes brides so pretty?”
“Thank you!” Lisa said.
“You’re ready for the gown!” Debbie said.
Lisa’s four friends helped lift the gown over her head and lower it down. Laurie zipped up the back and the others helped her smooth the skirts and arrange the bodice until it was perfect.
“I think I’m going to cry,” Laurie said.
“I cry at weddings all the time,” Stephanie said. “This one is going to take a whole box of tissues!”
With her friend’s help Lisa put on her white heels. She put a corsage on her wrist and she was ready. They walked carefully to Stephanie’s waiting SUV and she drove them to the church. It was one that Blake had known since childhood. The minister was a woman who would officiate. Lisa and Blake had met her a month earlier. “There’s a lot of love flowing around here between the two of you. This is going to be one of those marriages where I can’t be more thrilled. I love that moment when the two of you have both said, 'I do.' It’s so pregnant with meaning. The commitment you’ve made is so powerful. Out of all the other possible mates walking the planet you’ve chosen this person to unite with. It makes me cry!” When she had calmed a bit she said, “It’s why getting to and through this moment of joining together separates marriage from any other arrangements people might have.”
Lisa and Blake left the meeting with a whole new appreciation of what they were committing to. Also they each reflected on how much more they wanted to be married than they had ever thought previously. Lisa was now desperate to commit herself to Blake and vice versa. What more powerful way of showing one’s love is there than marriage?
Lisa and her friends entered the church through a back door into a room where they could wait until they were summoned by the organist. Anne and Ned joined them. Ned did a double take when he saw Lisa. “My goodness what a pretty bride!”
“I was going to say the same thing,” Anne said. “Even though you’d never catch me wearing girly gown like that, I must agree with Ned. You’re an absolutely lovely bride. You’re everything a man would want!”
“Yikes!” Debbie said. “Don’t make Lisa cry. She’ll ruin her makeup!”
The minister ducked her head in to make sure all was in order. “Five minutes to go time!”
“Are you nervous?” Diane asked Lisa.
“Oh my God yes!”
“Do any of us have smelling salts in case Lisa passes out?” Debbie joked.
“I’ll try my best to stay conscious!” Lisa said.
“Are you planning a honeymoon?” Laurie asked.
“You’re trying to distract me!” Lisa said.
At that moment they heard the wedding march being announced on the organ. They assembled at the top of the aisle. Diane and Stephanie as the first two of the four bridesmaids stood side-by-side and began walking slowly down the aisle. The pews were filled with friends and family. They stood and faced backwards. After the first pair had gone ten feet, the next two bridesmaids Laurie and Debbie joined together and began marching themselves down the aisle.
Following them Anne, the maid of honor, walked by herself and then when she had gone a good distance Ned and Lisa stepped out to begin their walk. Lisa held onto Ned’s crooked arm. There was an audible gasp in the audience when the guests could get a good look at Lisa. From the moment she entered the chapel Lisa had focused on Blake standing handsomely at the dais in front of the minister. To his side was the best man, Felix, and four groomsmen.
Lisa and Blake’s eyes locked onto each others as Lisa came closer to Blake. They saw joy in each other’s faces. After Lisa stepped onto the dais Ned took a front row seat. Lisa and Blake faced the minister.
The minister said:
“We are gathered here today to share in the celebration of the happiest of occasions, that of the marriage of Lisa and Blake. They are grateful for many things today. They are especially grateful to you who have made a place for them in your lives by being here today to help them celebrate their wedding.”
“It is only proper at this time to take a moment to reflect on the experiences that each brings to their marriage. This reflection makes it clear that marriage is more than the union of two lives. It is the joining of two families, each of which has its own tradition and heritage, its moments of joy and sorrow.”
“It is on this foundation of family strength and tradition that Lisa and Blake plan to build their lives and share their happiness, which for them consists of the capacities to feel deeply, to enjoy simply, to think freely and to be needed.”
“It is fitting then, that you, Lisa and Blake, having discovered in each other the capacities to give and receive such happiness, and pledging to work towards its growth, should be joined in marriage.”
“The marriage relationship is not to be entered lightly, but with certainty, with mutual respect and with a sense of reverence that does not preclude beauty, humor or joy.”
“It is the hope of all of us gathered here to celebrate with you today that your love will over the years enable you to grow in the capacities to feel deeply and to discover the happiness that only the intimacy between husband and wife can uncover.”
“May I remind you also that two people in love do not live in isolation from others. Indeed their love makes it possible for them to take other people into their lives and share their happiness in such a way that it is multiplied many times over.”
“My wish for you then is that you extend your love and share your joy with those whose lives have touched and will touch yours over the years. Especially may you bring honor to your parents who cared for you and instilled in you those shared values which enable you to appreciate what you have found in each other.”
“Though all of us would like to give Lisa and Blake the gift of happiness, it is not ours to give. Happiness and fulfillment will come to them in the building of their marriage. This marriage will not be made by the words we say here today or by this ceremony. We can only recognize commitments undertaken and celebrate promises made. Your family and friends are here to witness the marriage vows you are about to exchange.”
The minister paused and looked up at the audience. “Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony speak now or forever hold your peace.”
After a few moments of silence a scream came from the very last pew of the church. “I OBJECT!” All eyes turned to see Lisa’s father standing in the aisle. “THEY’RE AN ABOMINATION!”
Lisa collapsed into Blake’s arms while Ned ran down the aisle and tackled his father sending him sprawling backwards onto the ground. “You despicable motherfucker! Go straight to hell!” Ned bellowed. Anne joined Ned in yelling at their father. Their dad got up and turned toward Lisa’s mom sitting in a nearby pew. He motioned for her to follow him and she shook her head. He waved a hand of disgust at her and walked out of the church.
The minister said, “That’s the first I’ve ever seen that! That quaint line from the Book of Common Prayer is only included for its aesthetic value.”
The minister asked Lisa if she was up to continuing. Lisa wiped away some tears and nodded her head. “Let’s resume from where we left off. Please repeat after me.”
“I, Blake, take you Lisa to be my wife…”
“to have and to hold from this day forward…”
“for better, for worse…”
“for richer, for poorer…”
“in sickness, and in health…”
“to love and to cherish …”
“all the days of our lives.”
“This is my solemn vow.”
“I, Lisa, take you Blake to be my husband…”
“to have and to hold from this day forward…”
“for better, for worse…”
“for richer, for poorer…”
“in sickness, and in health…”
“to love and to cherish …”
“all the days of our lives.”
“This is my solemn vow.”
“The rings you are about to give and receive represent the love and trust you proclaim for each other. May these rings in their unbroken wholeness be tokens of the unbroken circle of your future lives together. And in their enduring shining substance let these rings be a sign also of the lasting trust and affection you bear one another.”
“Blake, place the ring slowly onto Lisa’s finger as you repeat after me:”
“Lisa, I give you this ring,”
“as a sign of my love,”
“and with all that I am,”
“and all that I have,”
“I marry you and join my life to yours.”
“Lisa, place the ring slowly onto Blake’s finger as you repeat after me:”
“Blake, I give you this ring,”
“as a sign of my love,”
“and with all that I am,”
“and all that I have,”
“I marry you and join my life to yours.”
“And now that you have spoken the words and performed the rites that unite your lives, I do hereby in conformity with the law of the state of Illinois declare your marriage to be valid and binding and I pronounce you Blake and Lisa to be husband and wife.”
“Blake may kiss the bride.” Lisa melted into Blake’s arms as he passionately kissed her.
“May the love you have found grow in meaning and strength until its beauty is shown in a common devotion to all that is compassionate and life giving. May the glow of your love help to brighten the face of the earth. May peace dwell always in your hearts and in your home. May you have true friends to stand by you both in sorrow and in joy. May you be ready with help and consolation for all those who come to you in need. May cares never cause you distress, and may your hearts’ concerns always be of compassion, justice, gentleness, and peace. May you have a fullness of years and joy. And may the glory of all who love touch and bless you.”
Hand in hand Lisa and Blake filed down the aisle to the entrance to the church, joined by the best man and maid of honor, then the groomsmen and bridesmaids in pairs. As the guests passed the married couple on their way out of the church they hugged and shook hands and expressed their love and appreciation.
The reception was at a venue in walking distance from the church. There would be an open bar until the wedding party showed up in an hour. During that time, a photographer would be posing the bride, groom and their families into memories to take with them.
Lisa’s mother approached her at the first opportunity. “You are pretty, Lisa. It’s been hard for me to look past my memories of you to see the new you. But sitting there in the back my heart leapt to my throat when I saw you in the pretty gown. A beautiful blushing bride. And then I knew that you’ve always been Lisa – even when we all thought you were a boy. At that moment I felt horrified about what your dad planned to do but there was nothing I could do to silence him. And now I don’t know what’s to become of he and I. But I guess the future will come to us no matter what.”
“You’ve made me so happy I can’t describe it. I was so much hoping you would come to the wedding. I so much want to be your daughter!”
Mother and daughter hugged each other for a few minutes. Each shed a few tears. Lisa’s mother said, “I’m going to love you as my daughter and Blake as my sone-in-law. To not do so would leave a void in my soul that is too much to bear.”
***
At the dinner reception music was provided by a pianist. The sit-down dinner began with an avocado and shrimp appetizer, followed by a leafy green salad. The main course was a choice between superbly prepared Salmon, Lamb, Chicken, or Vegan. In lieu of a wedding cake, the dessert was served as slices of a renowned chocolate cake from a famous Chicago bakery. After dinner dancing was provided by a deejay recommended by one of Blake’s friends.
As much as Lisa wanted to remember the evening it passed as mainly a blur. When “YMCA” was played she was caught up in the comradery of shared tradition semaphoring her arms into letters. For “Brown Sugar” she joined everyone in leaping into the air. At other times she rested at the head table where she surveyed these people who accepted her and loved her. If only the whole world were so understanding and tolerant. Starting with her dad of course.
When the party was over Blake and Lisa retreated to a luxury wedding suite on the top floor of a swank hotel. From their room they looked out on the million lights of the city as they helped each other undress. Lisa had decided to take on Blake’s last name. It helped her feel like she was his possession. “You’re a Mrs. now,” Blake said.
“I know. Thinking of it makes me horny.”
Once Lisa was wearing only her panties, she put on a wedding peignoir she had bought specially for the occasion.
“My, my, aren’t you delectable,” Blake said.
“I love how pretty this nightie is!”
“Get on your knees, wifey,” Blake said. “I have a treat for you.”
Lisa obeyed with no hesitation. Naked, Blake stepped his feet a bit wider. “Feast yourself!”
Lisa pushed her face against Blake’s bush and inhaled the delicious scent. Then she began licking her husband vigorously. “Mmmm this is so good,” she whispered.
She could tell that Blake was responding to her ministrations. It obviously felt good but she wondered if she was doing it right. “Are there any needed corrections to what I’m doing?” Lisa said taking a short pause.
Blake laughed. “I see your girlfriends have got you concerned about your performance. What you’re doing is fantastic but I’ll make some small adjustments by gently moving your head.
Lisa felt Blake’s hands gently applying pressure from two sides. As she licked, her tongue responded to Blake’s control. Before long Blake was moaning loudly. More so than in the past. There really was something to be gained by a dialogue between lovers.
Somewhat miraculously Blake achieved orgasm and stepped aside. “Oh my God Lisa. I’ve never had such a powerful reaction. Wow! Now get yourself on the bed.”
Blake pushed Lisa down onto the bed and they assumed a sixty-nine position. “While I edge you I want you to get me another orgasm.” They gave each other careful and slowly intensifying oral attention to their genitals. With some guidance from Blake’s hand on Lisa’s head he was able to achieve a second mighty orgasm. The force Blake used to thrust Lisa’s face against himself was both exhilarating for Lisa and terrifying. Lisa loved the idea of being used in that way though Blake’s strength was scary in its pure dominance.
“Now I’ll finish you off,” Blake said. He arranged Lisa on her back and climbed over her. While holding onto Lisa’s breasts he made love to her in a series of powerful thrusts. Each one of which brought Lisa closer and closer to orgasm until finally she came. Blake wasn’t quite done achieving her third orgasm and she quickly continued toward it by positioning herself over Lisa’s mouth. Then having full control she slid herself back and forth until she had another explosive orgasm.
The young couple lay on the bed basking in the afterglow of deeply loving and exciting sex. It was a powerful phenomenon of nature cooked into their genes. They relaxed for a little while chatting about the wedding and then fell asleep. In the morning they woke to have scrumptious omelets, croissants, orange juice, and strong coffee, brought by room service. After eating they lay back in bed, holding each other while looking forward to the imminent arrival of a spark that would ignite a repeat of their experience of the previous night.
End part 11
