The Honeymoon
THE WEDDING
"So you got cold feet and ran away?"
I looked out the window frantically. "No. It's nothing like that. Can you drive already? The party is in a lodge just around the bend."
"I can drive, but first we need to talk. How did you get all the way here?"
"I ran down the road." Not to mention I did it in Fiona's fucking heels. My feet were killing me. . .
"No. I mean here. At your wedding. Ready to walk down the aisle. And now you're leaving him at the alter?"
I sighed. "He doesn't know I left yet. I snuck out."
"Don't you love him?"
"Of course I love him! But I can't marry him!"
The image of the wandering woman flashed in my mind. I had nicked the corner of her cart as I sped down forest roads on the way to my best friend's wedding yesterday. From my window I berated her for pulling it down the center of the road. There are other guests coming down this road as well. And who are you? she had asked. "I am the best man!" She laughed. Best man, eh? She scowled and muttered under her breath. You will see me again soon. When you do, let me know when you're good, and if you decide, I can let you be the best man again. I felt light headed. Was it a spell?
"Why can't you marry him?"
"He's my best friend!!"
The man looked at me quizically. "Yeah, I thought I could help but to be honest, usually that's what you want. You want to marry your best friend."
I shrugged. "Yep, it's a big mess. Can you drive please?"
"So it must be the sex."
"The what?!"
"The sex."
I laughed. "No way! I've never had sex with him!"
"Oh. I get it."
"Get what?"
"You're doing the virgin until hitched thing. That's good. You must have a lot of self control."
"Wait. . . that's not it at all—"
"Look, you kids need to relax and give that time. People always think they need to consumate their marriage on the wedding night. If you're a virgin might I suggest taking your time. There's no rush."
I could feel the slightest bit of pressure building in my pelvis at his words. There had been a profound terror brewing within me when I fainted and woke to the bridesmaids getting me ready for him, doing my hair and makeup. I was nearly ready to walk down the aisle, seeing Fiona's reflection as mine. What was happening? I excused myself for a moment. "Fiona are you, okay?" I'm fine.
Running down the road in a thong and dress didn't help. Feeling the clutch of Fiona's bra. Her legs moving precariously in heels as I propelled myself far from the wedding party. And now the ride I had flagged down was not driving, was not getting me far away from this situation. I needed to do everything I could to get out of this.
"You didn't see an old lady pulling a cart down the road did you?"
"Sure, didn't. But back to you: You should take it slow and relax about tonight. You just have jitters. As you said, it's your best friend."
Oh god, I'm not doing that with my best friend. I'm not walking down the aisle. I'm not going on his month-long honeymoon.
"Look. Please just drive!"
"Would you really leave your best friend at the alter?"
Sigh.
"Do you think he deserves that? And if you do, do you think he's going to ever recover from it? You wanted to marry him, right?"
"Until this morning. . ."
In that moment, I thought of Nick for the first time since I snuck out the service door of the lodge. And it was true. This would break him.
But what of the spell? What of this maddening situation? I had to find the old lady.
"Is he a good guy?"
I nodded. "Yeah, he's good."
"Can I drive you back to your wedding?"
"Oh, fucking hell."
He steered his car down the gravel road to the lodge.
"Remember, you can take your time. You owe each other a good honeymoon. But you can set the pace. You can draw the lines."
I didn't know what was worse. The terrified yet expectant feeling between my thighs this guy was drumming up or the guy himself, Mr Psychologist in a car, taking me back to the place I just escaped from.
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THE HONEYMOON
We're two days into the honeymoon.
Nick slept in. I think he's pretty taken aback that we haven't been physical yet.
I sucked it up and made sure he enjoyed the wedding. I danced all night and tried my best to have a good time. It was fun. But then I had to fight him off in the limo to our hotel. Luckily we were waking up early for a flight.
But I do feel kind of bad about his honeymoon.
Oh well. I'm getting a good tan. And I admittedly enjoy being in Fiona's body. My refined curves and sumptuous skin. To wander so exquistely around our private suite in this resort. . . I'm beginning to love it.
I have fought touching myself for the last two days. When I heat up too much I take a swim to recenter.
Fiona's suitcase was already packed. I bite my lip at home much I love wearing her clothes. Seeing myself in them. Seeing myself as her.
I love this bikini. I take off my top and have a swim. Feeling the water around my new body. Feeling how I fit in the world. The old lady's words echo in my mind. You will see me again soon. When you do, let me know when you're good, and I'll if you still want to, I'll let you be the best man again.
This resort Nick found is so nice. She can take a few more days if she wants, I guess.
Nick's awake. He looks sullen again. Poor guy. I'm really enjoying myself to be honest.
I try to engage him in coversation and get one word answers. I wish he'd stop being a baby and simply lighten up. It's like the guy in the car said: Sex isn't everything.
"Do you want to swim?"
"Eh."
Oh, hubby Nick. You have a lot to learn. Fine. I guess we can stand here. We've had plenty of nights out where we didn't say much. But I wasn't his wife. . .
God, I know he wants to use that on me. He's been walking around naked for the last few days, barely half hard, as if he expects me to change my mind any second.
I always knew he was bigger than me. I think he gets pretty big, too. I heard Fiona talking to her girlfriends about him at a Halloween party a few years back.
He hasn't been looking at me this morning. I think he's pretty upset with me.
This is silly. We can't spend a month not talking to each other.
I keep thinking about what the guy told me. "Remember, you can take your time. You owe him a good honeymoon. But you can set the pace. You can be in control."
All right, Nick. I'll draw a line for you. A gift from your best friend. Your "wife." I get that you need some kind of attention to make this honeymoon tolerable. I guess owe you that.
We don't have plans today. I was kind of thinking we'd lounge around and talk. Have a few beers. Play in the water. Like old times.
God, he still has that serious expression. He's not moving but he sure is getting hard.
He likes this. He likes what my hand is doing.
This is fine. We can be like this. Just Nick and I. Standing together and enjoying the view.
He firms up good.
My hand keeps working. It's not unlike stroking my own cock, except it's much nicer. Even better with small fingers. My grip is full. I imagine spying from the adjoining suite. Watching what's currently happening in honeymoon Suite 002. I smile, knowing I'd find a bit of relief in the husband having a big cock for his wife. Wondering what would happen next.
I feel an insistent heat in my bottoms. Oh, I want to press my hand under my bikini bottoms and check how wet I am. But Nick shouldn't see me enjoying this too much.
Nick moans softly.
Oh, is my Nick-y close?
Is this going to put Nick in a better mood so we can pal around and enjoy ourselves? I really want my best friend back.
Let's speed things up then.
I'm right handed anyway.
He got impossibly hard once my right hand entered the scene. His cock, only the second one I've ever touched, counting my own. I play with him like I would myself — the result of which will mean he won't last much longer.
He grabs my ass. "I need to be inside of you."
I shake my head, though his admission makes me pulse the muscles within me. God if he only knew how I'd massage him if he were deep. Fuck. . . No. Settle down. "No. Sit down, honey. I'm setting the pace from here on out."
You like me being in charge, don't you Nick?
I didn't realize it was an option. But now. . . I like it, too.
I can see that look in your face. I know it. I've been there, Nick. But I'm not going to stop until you come.
I keep going, thinking of watching from over the privacy wall. It makes me double down on playing my part.
Suddenly he moans loudly. It doesn't make me stop.
"That's right, honey. Come for your wife."
Making Nick's eyebrows arch and his big delicious cock explode sets off a chain reaction in me. God, he has no idea who is tugging off his lovely cock. He thinks I'm Fiona. And feeling him come so warm over my fingers makes me feel like Fiona, too.
He smiles for the first time in days and a little jolt of victory fires through my eager swollen clit.
Taking him with my hand was so fucking easy. I'm almost kicking myself for not doing it sooner. And it was so nice to please him. If I keep this up it's bound to put my husband in a better mood for the rest of our trip. I mean. . . It's bound to keep Nick happy.
"Now if you'll excuse me honey, I'm going to go wash my hands."
I step slowly to the bathroom. I wash my hands three times, knowing I need to be very careful.
Then I dive my hand into my bikini bottoms and make contact with Fiona's clit.
Mmm.
Yes.
I push my pelvis into my finger and rock my hips.
I love my clit.
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