I twirled in front of the mirror, excitedly admiring what I saw. “Thank goodness she doesn’t believe in making us look as ugly as possible,” I said aloud to no one. I checked the clock on the nightstand; I still had plenty of time to finish getting ready before meeting my best friend in her room to help her get ready for her wedding.
Anastasia and I had been best friends since we were seven. And at twenty-eight, we were still happy to have each other. I had cried with joy when I watched her boyfriend propose to her – he really had shown he loved her during the three years they’d dated. He’d supported her when she left her job to pursue a now-successful business in life coaching. He’d been an emotional safe place for her when her parents divorced. All signs pointed to him being the right one for her, and I couldn’t have been happier. His family had welcomed her with open arms, and Anastasia and his little sister Bethany had got really close in that time.
I wasn’t the maid of honor – with my encouragement, Anastasia had asked the young Bethany. I didn’t mind at all. What I hadn’t been prepared for was having a bridesmaid’s dress that didn’t make me look like a giant abomination. She’d selected a lilac, flowing dress, with a small amount of beading at the top to give some interesting detail. It was minimalistic, but elegant and comfortable, and I appreciated it greatly.
A knock on the door surprised me. Was I already late? The face of the man that appeared when I opened the door made me smile, and I immediately gave him a big hug. “Mr. Emett!”
“Oof – hey there, Meaghan,” he chuckled and hugged me back, his free hand on the wall to steady himself. “It’s been a long time.”
I pulled back a bit to look at him. Mr. Emett was Anastasia’s father. She’d inherited his dark hair and attractively angular facial bone structure. His posture was straight and easy, and his suit looked as if he’d tailored it especially for the occasion. His grey eyes sparkled as his gaze swept over my dress and up to my hazel eyes. I ran a hand over my auburn hair, which had been pulled back in a half-up braided style. The loose sections of hair had been curled and fell over my bare shoulders.
“I’m so happy for Anastasia, Mr. Emett,” I burst out, with a smile.
“She does seem truly happy, doesn’t she?” His smile was infectious.
“He’s helped her through some really hard times,” I said, then covered my mouth with a hand. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Emett, that was insensitive.”
I was concerned I’d just brought up memories of an ugly divorce from a woman who hadn’t ever treated him right.
He waved me off. “Please, Meaghan. Call me Jay, you’re an adult now. And you don’t need to apologize. I’m doing well and splitting from Anastasia’s mother was the best decision I could have made for myself so far.”
I frowned. “I’m glad I didn’t offend you, but I’ve been calling you Mr. Emett my whole life. Some habits are hard to break.”
“I suppose they are.”
Crap! What time is it? I glanced at the clock on the nightstand again. “Excuse me, Mr. Emett, but Anastasia’s expecting me in her room to help her get ready in a few minutes. See you soon?”
He stepped aside, holding my door open for me. “Of course,” he smiled.
~~~~~
Anastasia’s wedding had been every bit as magical as she’d been imagining. Her father had walked her down the aisle – beaming with joy. The ceremony was short and simple, but incredibly sweet. Everyone quickly filed out to the reception venue. It was on the beach, and the weather was cooperating, the breeze enough to keep bugs away, but not enough to disturb the canopy, or any of the dancing inhabitants.
After a few hours, Anastasia and her groom had a beautiful send-off, leaving the rest of us with an open bar, a luxury I greatly appreciated. A slow song began, people on the dance floor left, except for the couples. I’d been enjoying my apple martini at the table, watching people I mostly didn’t know try to dance, when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I looked up, “Mr. Emett!”
“Would you do me the honor of a dance?” His grey eyes smiled into mine.
I finished what was left of my drink and took his hand. It felt warm and reassuring as he led me onto the floor, wrapping an arm around my waist and swaying to the music.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked, moving his hand down to the small of my back, pulling me in slightly closer. While he was a good dancer, I was not, and I knew he was making accommodations for me.
“I’m having a wonderful time, Mr. Emett, thank you,” I replied. “And yourself?”
“Very much so. You look beautiful tonight.”
I blushed. “Thank you. You look… well, dashing.”
He chuckled, “Dashing?.
“Yeah,” I replied, biting my lip. Suddenly, I was hyper aware of his hand on my back and how my body was pressed to his. His cologne smelled warm and inviting, and I found myself leaning in a bit more.
“Alright, everyone! It’s time to announce last call has ended!” The DJ interrupted. “The hotel staff have reminded me that their bar can remain open for another half hour! You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay at this wedding!” He laughed, and the mic was turned off.
I met Mr. Emett’s eyes for a moment. I was about to invite him for a drink when the DJ popped up behind him, asking him if this moment was a good time to receive payment. With apologies to me, Mr. Emett let go of my waist and followed him. I thought I saw reluctance in his eyes, but I shook it off.
Okay, where’s the damn bar?
~~~~~
Forty-five minutes later, I stopped outside my room. I’d taken a couple shots with some other party guests, and they’d started to hit me, a fact I realized after I tried to open my hotel room with the wrong end of the keycard. I burst into a fit of giggles and managed to open the door, then shut it behind me.
It was a shame the bar closed so early. I looked around, hoping to find – ah, yes! The minibar! I took off my dress and let my hair down before pulling on a comfortable oversized sleeping shirt that reached almost to my knees. I sat on the bed, popped the top off a nip of whiskey, barely noticing the sting when downing it.
I jumped when I heard a knock on the door. I quickly checked through the peephole and gasped. I opened the door quickly. “Mr. Emett!”
His eyes widened when he saw that I had changed out of my dress, but he kept his cool. “Did I come at a bad moment?”
I shook my head. “No, I was just enjoying a drink.” I held up a couple nips of gin.
He chuckled, and I let him in. “I just wanted to apologize again for our interrupted dance. And to make sure you’d gotten to your room safely.”
I nodded, biting my lip a little. “Would you like a drink?”
He accepted, and sat on the bed with me. We drank and talked for what must have been hours. He told me how he’d been dating but the world had changed from when he’d met his wife. I told him dating for me had also been difficult, which seemed to surprise him.
It was great. He was sitting so close I could smell his cologne again. What does he look like naked? The thought barged into my head, and I bit my lip again to prevent blurting the question directly at him while chiding myself for my drunken thoughts.
“I’m sorry, what did you say?” I asked as he got up.
“It’s quite late. I should let you get to sleep,” he answered, chuckling.
I popped off the bed and followed him to the door. He turned and leaned in, snaking an arm around me and kissing my cheek goodnight.
I leaned into him a bit, noticing my shirt ride up over my ass. Oops.
He pulled back and looked into my eyes. “Fuck it,” he murmured, and pressed his lips to mine. I responded immediately, hands moving up his arms and onto his face, and leaning my body into him.
The kiss was intense and sweet, and entirely too short. He pulled back when we came up for air, his eyes questioning. I grabbed the lapel of his blazer, pulling him toward me. “I want this. I want you, Mr. Emett.”
It’s all he needed to hear. A few steps had me sandwiched between him and the wall, and his lips again found mine. He dropped a hand down to my outer thigh, moved it up to my hip and side. His lips drifted to my neck, and I couldn’t help but sigh his name in pleasure. I tugged off his blazer and threw it to the floor.
He pulled me to him and walked me backward across the room, lifting me up and laying me on the bed, crawling over me and pressing another kiss against my neck. I gasped softly as his hips met mine, enjoying how his bulge rubbed against my panty-clad pussy. I wanted to see it, I had to feel it…
A shift of my hips was all it took for him to understand what I wanted. He rolled onto his back with me straddling his legs. I shimmied down until my knees touched the floor, and brought my hands to the waistband of his slacks, giving them a good tug until they gave way and fell. His cock sprang to attention. Fully hard, at about six and a half inches with a significant girth, the mushroom head was already leaking pre-cum. I leaned in and snacked my tongue over his head, making him gasp.
His cock felt great in my hand. I rested it against his stomach and pressed my tongue flat against his balls before dragging up the underside of his shaft until I reached his throbbing cockhead. I took it into my mouth and his hips jumped, so I did it again. This time I pushed my lips down his entire shaft until my nose pressed into the well-trimmed hair of his pelvis. He groaned and gently held the back of my head, and I gladly kept there, swallowing around his cock before he let me go.
I came up for air for just a moment, and went right back to working his cock with my lips and tongue.
“Fuck, that feels so good, Meaghan. You have no idea how much I’ve fantasized about this.”
I grinned up at him, his cock still in my mouth. Truth be known, I’d fantasized as well. I’d wanted this for longer than just tonight. But it’s hard to tell someone that with a cock down your throat.
His hips tensed. He was getting close, and I wanted to taste this hot cum more than I dared to admit. Before I could get the satisfaction of that, he sat up and lifted me off his cock. I found myself on my back on the bed once again. He took a moment to pull off my panties and then crawled between my legs. Now, there was no fabric between us.
“Are you sure you want this?” His voice was low, whispering huskily into my ear as his teeth and lips again tortured my neck with pleasure.
“Yes, I want you in me. I need you in me, Jay,” I begged, angling my hips so I could be more open to him. That’s all it took. When I said his name, he pushed his hard cock into my dripping, needy pussy. He filled me in the most delicious way, and I let out a gasp, my eyes closing.
He buried himself to the hilt and paused, savoring the sensations of my cunt wrapped around him. His eyes met mine, and he began to thrust, slowly at first. I shivered as his trimmed pubic hair brushed against my shaved mound, adding more friction and making my whole body feel like an exposed wire.
I wrapped arms around his neck, my legs around his hips, and rolled my hips in time with his thrusts, angling so he could get even deeper. I moaned his name as he hit a spot in me, and his thrusts became more powerful, and faster. My breasts bounced against his chest as he pounded into me roughly.
I archged my back and shuddered. “Fuck, I’m so close, Jay. Don’t stop… please don’t stop!” I begged.
He growled softly and obliged, the echoes of our flesh and moans filling the room. He felt so good. My climax arrived quickly, and I lifted my hips clear off the bed, bucking against him while the tender walls of my cunt milked around him. I dug my fingers into the skin of his back, and I moaned his name.
“Where do you want it, Meaghan?” he gasped breathlessly. “Where do you want me to come?” .
“Right where you are, Jay,” I groaned, grasping his ass and admiring the perfect curves of it. “Come for me, Jay, I need to feel it,” I begged, rocking and grinding my hips up against his.
With a roar of pleasure, his body stiffened, his hips driving forward. I felt the hot sensation of him filling me with his cum. He sort of melted against me for a moment before rolling off to the side and pressing his lips to mine.
We lay there, trying to catch our breath, our bodies glistening with satisfaction. He pulled me close to him and covered the both of us with the blankets of the bed. I drifted off to sleep, savoring the aftershocks from the orgasms given to me by my best friend’s father.
