“Hey, lover man, are we going to stay in bed all day?” Cathy whispered in my ear.
“Are we still out of milk?” I yawned.
“Yes, I’m afraid so, but you can try. Anytime you want. Please try,” she purred.
Cathy jumped out of bed.
“But I have to tinkle first. I am NOT going to let you tickle me again, because then I have to wash my coochie. I want her always to be ready when her Coochie Man wants her,” Cathy giggled and went into the bathroom.
Cathy came out, her hair fixed and her makeup refreshed. She stopped by the bed, bent over, waiting for her morning “swats”. I gave her a couple of “Love Swats” on each cheek, and Cathy headed for the kitchen, humming a happy little tune.
I called her in the kitchen and asked her to bring my phone. And, so typical of my girl, she asked if I wanted my phone or the office phone. I asked for my phone, and she brought it with the coffee.
She put hers on the nightstand. She tried to squeeze milk from her left tit, then the right one. She had a sad expression.
“Sorry. But don’t let that deter you, lover man.” She got into bed. We clinked our mugs and took our first sip.
“Kitten, I’m going to call a friend, he’s a judge. And I’m going to ask when it is the soonest he can marry us. It will be quicker if we just meet him in his chambers after court is dismissed.” I was excited.
“Lover man, can I ask Margaret for a wedding dress? I know you would pay for it, but I want to. And maybe we should find out how long it will take her to find one for me. Do you understand?” She has this little grin that gets me every time. And she knows it.
“I understand, Sweetheart. If that’s what you want, it’s fine by me.” We clinked our mugs and kissed, then Cathy called Margaret.
Cathy asked Margaret how long it would take for her to come up with a simple wedding dress. Cathy told her there was no hurry. Margaret told her she could have a beautiful, simple wedding gown and veil for her by one o’clock this afternoon.
Cathy ended the conversation and jumped around; she was so excited. Now it was my turn to call the judge. I knew I was going to take a ribbing for this one.
“Good morning. Judge Anderson’s chambers, this is Cecilia.” Her no-nonsense tone was one of a kind.
“Good morning, Cecilia. Carl Eichols is talking. I am calling to ask when the Judge would have time to marry my lady, Cathy, and me. Even in his chambers would be fine.” I waited for it.
“Oh my. This sounds time-sensitive. Carl, when is she due?” Cecilia asked, trying to hide her laughter. Cathy started laughing.
“I knew I was going to pay for this. She isn’t expecting – yet,” I answered, waiting for the next barrage. I heard the Judge enter.
“I think I should handle this, Cecilia. Things like this must be handled cautiously. We wouldn’t want any bad press. You know how these shotgun weddings can go wrong without proper planning.” He started laughing.
“Come on, Sam. Give me a break,” I pleaded.
“Cecilia, wait until the D.A. hears about this. He’ll run straight to that grocery store news rag. You know the one? Oh, what the hell is the name of that shit disturber?”
“You mean, ‘Behind Your Back’, Judge?” Cecilia was loading him with ammo. The Judge and Cecilia were laughing, and Cathy was trying not to wet the bed from laughter.
“Shit! Give a dog a bad name. I throw myself on the mercy of the court!” I tried.
Cathy said loud enough that they could hear her, “Ain’t no mercy in this court, baby. You’re gonna get the ring and do the time.” They were all in hysterics. I lost.
“Seriously, Carl, any day this week, around six in my chambers. I’ll handle any paperwork that you and your bride-to-be prepare for your wedding. Congratulations to you and the future Mrs. Cathy Eichols.”
Cathy spoke up, “Judge, sir. If you please – the future Mrs. Carlton Eichols. I will be very proud to have his name,” she said with pride.
“Excellent. Now, Cathy, is it Catherine or Kathleen? Just for the record,” the judge asked.
“Catherine, if you please. And thank you so much, Your Honor and Cecilia. You have made me a very happy woman,” Cathy said with a wide smile on her face.
“Will tomorrow at six work for you two?” asked the Judge.
“Perfect, and thank you,” Cathy said.
“You’re welcome,” Cecilia said, and the call ended.
Cathy started to chuckle when the call was finished. I was waiting for further interrogation.
“How long have you known the Judge?” she asked as she was getting out of bed.
“We were in high school together. Just after we met, we became close friends and have been ever since.
Cathy stuck her butt out, “More coffee, lover man?” I gave her butt a couple of our “Love Swats”. Cathy giggled and brought the pot back with her.
Cathy refilled our mugs and then sat on the bed facing me.
“One more bit of business, then no more today. When we start work on the third, I am going to rent a car for you. You will have the freedom to go to classes and anything else you may want to do.
You mentioned grocery shopping; if you want to do that, it would be wonderful. I’ll get a bank card for you, then we can pay it off at the beginning of the month. We can do the shopping together when you start full-time,” I suggested.
“You are no longer allowed in my kitchen, lover man. You are taking me for your wife, and I will make sure you will want nothing if I can help it. You will be treated as I think a husband should be treated.” She lay on the bed.
Cathy lightly ran her fingernail from under my cock head to my balls and back. She watched with a mischievous grin as my cock started to harden and flinch at times.
“Ummm, is my Coochie Man comfortable?” she purred.
“What you do to me, woman. You know how to drive me crazy,” I sighed.
“Do you mean like this,” she asked as she continued to tease my cock with her fingernail, “or like this?” Cathy sucked my cock into her mouth. It felt so good, I could have bitten a railroad spike in half.
“Damn, woman, that feels good.” I was breathing heavier.
She pushed my legs apart and lay between them without taking my cock out of her mouth. She lay there bobbing up and down on my cock as she ran her hands up and down my chest.
After a few minutes, she held my cock and looked up at me, smiling. “Tell me how this feel.”
She swallowed the length of my cock, as she ran her tongue up and down it, as she had done with her fingernail. Her other hand was busy massaging my balls. Cathy knows exactly how I like my cock sucked.
I was lying back on the pillow when Cathy stopped sucking me and began to stroke my cock.
“Happy lover man? Does your cock feel good in my mouth? Well, I think it’s time for Coochie Man to get what he desires,” she cooed.
Cathy straddled my body, guided my cock between her pussy lips, then made my cock disappear into her pussy. When she had settled on my cock, she leaned forward, giving me a chance to suck her tits.
“My Coochie Man can have whatever he wants whenever he wants. I love it when I sit on his hard cock, and he sucks my tits. Oh, don’t bite my nipples, though. You might make me cum too soon.” Her sultry voice went straight to my cock.
Cathy was riding back and forth on my cock. Her hard clit rubbed against my body. I had a firm hold on her tits and took my time sucking one, then the other. There wasn’t a part of my being that she hadn’t aroused.
“I love the way your cock head rubs my pussy walls, Coochie Man. It’s driving me closer to cumming, I love how you make me cum. Your cock rubs against my pussy lips when I slide back and forth on your rock-hard shaft. Suck my other tit, yes, just like that, and bite my nipple.”
Cathy’s hot breath against my face and her hands rubbing my chest made the entire scene even more erotic. She leaned forward and whispered, “Does my pussy make your hard cock feel good?
Your cock is going to make me cum, Coochie Man. Will my pussy make you cum?” Her sultry voice scrambled my brain.
My cock shot a load of cum deep in Cathy’s pussy. When she felt the hot lava drip down her pussy walls, her pussy released a long stream of her warm cum. It pooled around our connection and then trickled down my balls and onto the bed.
“I want to drain your balls. Empty them in me and make me cum more,” she squealed.
“God Carl, you’re making me cum again.” Cathy’s voice became very soft and high-pitched. “Please don’t stop rubbing your cock in me, aw shit.” Cathy collapsed on top of me, her cum still soaking me. My cock was still filling her pussy with cum.
“Oh, baby, my cock feels so good in your warm pussy. She keeps squeezing my shaft and making me empty my balls in you. You’re so wonderful,” I whispered in her ear.
Cathy sat on my cock for as long as she could. When she moved, it flopped out of her deflated and worn-out. Cathy turned around and swallowed my cock. Her tongue searched for any drops of cum still clinging to my limp dick.
“Mmmm, Coochie Man! I can’t let any of that baby batter go to waste. I want every drop of it in me; in me anywhere.” She continued searching for cum.
I lay there, my back against the pillow, drained. It was all I could do to remember to breathe; she had me so sex drained. I watched her tongue search for her ‘gold’ and then kiss her way up to my face.
“All of this is mine, period,” she held my cock, her voice was stern. “All of you are mine, period. No one takes what’s mine, period. There is no other Coochie Man but you, period.” Cathy cuddled next to me but held onto my cock.
“You’re the only woman in my life. You ARE the only woman I have ever truly loved, Catherine. I would give my life for you.
You will never know what you mean to me, what your touch means to me. Without you, I cannot breathe. I love you so dearly.” I put my arm around her and held her close.
“I thank God every day that you were at Mickey’s Christmas Eve. I was beginning to think that was going to be my last night alive. You saved my life that night, Carl.” Cathy was close to sobbing.
“Kitten, you don’t know how close I came to having my last night on earth.” I squeezed her as hard as I could without hurting her. I wanted her so much.
We finally got up, cleaned up, and dressed up to go to Clothier’s for her wedding dress. Margaret and Alfred have a way of working their best under pressure. I wouldn’t deliberately do it to them, but I believe they could come up with a wedding gown in an hour.
The hidden chime announced our arrival. Alfred came out to greet us, as Margaret followed close behind. Alfred and I shook hands, and he and Margaret gently kissed Catherine’s cheek.
They had us sit at a small table. Alfred disappeared for a moment and returned with four glasses and a chilled bottle of very nice champagne. He held the chair for the ladies and placed the glasses around. The room resounded with the proverbial “POP” from the bottle with a floral design.
“We have a little tradition for the lady before she sees her gown. A toast to Carl and Catherine, may they have a long and happy life together, free of pain and sorrow. To the future Mr. and Mrs. Carl Eichols! Salute!”
We tapped our glasses together and then shared a sip of the champagne. Cathy giggled and rubbed her nose. “The bubble tickle,” she giggled.
“Good,” said Alfred, “that means that you two will live long and feel young. Wonderful.” We had another sip of bubbles.
After the glasses were empty, Alfred stood and held the chair for Margaret. Alfred smiled and extended his hand to Cathy. Cathy blushed and stood up. She followed Margaret to the magic black curtain.
“I promise,” Alfred said mischievously, “Margaret will return you bride to be.” he chuckled and tended to some business at the counter.
It seemed like forever, but when Margaret and Cathy appeared from behind the curtain, my heart and breathing stopped for a moment. Cathy was adorned in a white, floor-length, satin dress with a sheer overlay of little flowers and tiny pearls.
A small crown-type headdress with a sheer white veil long enough to cover Cathy’s face and chin. White heels and a white bolero jacket to match. My bride looked like an angel from Heaven. I was speechless and had to sit down.
“My God, Catherine, you look like an angel. You make the dress complete, it’s – it’s – it’s perfect, honey, it is you. Margaret, you are a creator for the gods of Olympus.
Margaret put her hands to her face, blushing and hiding a tear from the public. Alfred came out and stopped in his tracks.
“Magnificent, Margaret. Another work of art from your gifted hands.” He kissed her on her cheek.
Cathy stood on the little stand surrounded by mirrors. She was shaking and crying as she surveyed her gown from all angles. She looked at Margaret and Alfred as they stood waiting for Cathy’s decision.
Tears streamed from Cathy’s red face as she nodded her approval. Margaret and Alfred quietly applauded, and I just stood there in awe.
Margaret and Cathy went behind the curtain, and Alfred and I sat at the little table. When the ladies returned, they joined us, and we emptied the bottle.
We were ready to go home. Margaret went in back and brought Cathy’s dress. She held it as close to her as she could. Cathy opened her purse and was ready to pay for her dress.
Margaret and Alfred looked at each other and smiled.
“Catherine, this dress has been waiting for someone special, someone who was truly in love. When you called, I thought of this dress immediately; it wants to be with you. Now, you and the dress are together.
It is a small wedding present from Alfred and me. Please enjoy your wedding gown, and may it give you as much pleasure as it has given Alfred and I to make it for you. Congratulations,” Margaret said through tearing eyes.
“Margaret! I can’t – I can’t take this dress. You had it made for me, and I want to pay you for the love and hard work you have put into making it mine. Please, I can’t – I can’t.” Margaret put her hand on Cathy’s arm.
“May you have a wonderful life together,” was all Margaret said.
The little chime said ‘goodbye’ to us as we left the shop. I held Cathy’s door as she got in. By the time I had walked to the driver’s side, Cathy was in full-blown tears.
“Carl, she made this for me, for us. She put all of this hard work into this beautiful gown and wouldn’t.” Cathy’s emotions took over.
I reached across the seat and held her. Her tears of joy and sobs of happiness had overtaken her.
I carefully drove home.
To be continued
