Three Degrees Of Separation – Chapter Twelve Part Two – Finale
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Two days after the rehearsal, we all gathered in the back garden of a community hall under a flowering apple tree to watch Jessica and James pledge their love to each other and promise to share everything with each other. Unlike most wedding ceremonies, there were no promises of fidelity or obeying and, given what I know about them both, I wasn’t surprised.The reception was held inside the hall, there were only thirty or so people, the dinner was provided by a local church women’s group and the bar was open. A great time was had by everyone and, after a couple of hours, people started filtering out. Around midnight, there were only four couples left, Kelly and me, the bride and groom, the Best Man and Maid of Honour who had danced together and held hands most of the night and one other rather odd couple, a mature woman and a much younger man who had shared a few dances but mostly sat and talked all night. Well, she did most of the talking and he was proving to be a good listener.Kelly and I had decided to leave and we went over to Jessie and James to say good night.“Thank you, guys, so much!” gushed Jessie as she hugged us both. “This day has been perfect and you helped make it happen!” She hugged us again and I shook James’ hand. As Kelly gave him a hug I saw his hand move to her backside and pull her hips close to him. Jessie put her arms out for one last hug and whispered to me, “James is asking your wife if she’s changed her mind about joining us.” She put her hand on my ass and pulled me toward her, “I can tell you are intrigued by the idea.”“Not tonight,” I said. “Kelly and I have to talk about such things before anything like that might happen.”Jessie kissed me softly, “Fair enough,” she said, “I guess it will just be the four of us then!” She pointed at Serena and Scott who were standing close by.“If you write a story about your wedding night, I want to read it!” I said.“I’ll share it with you!” she said, “maybe you could publish it!”We said our good nights and left.About a month after the wedding, Jessie and I went for lunch. During lunch, she said, “I have an incredible story to tell you about my wedding night. Can we go somewhere quieter?” I suggested we go to my house. “Kelly won’t mind?” I didn’t think she would.I got us each a soft drink and we sat in the living room. I was almost vibrating with anticipation, expecting a story about a wedding night foursome, but that wasn’t the story she wanted to tell me.“You know that other couple that was dancing together in the corner at the end of the night? The older woman and the younger man? Well, that’s my cousin, David and the older woman is mine Sex hikayeleri and James’ friend, Carol. They were the only single people we invited so it made sense to sit them together. It seems they hit it off!”Jessie related the story to me as Carol had related it to her with enough detail that zero imagination was required. I will tell that story from Carol’s perspective.~ ~ ~I couldn’t believe it when I heard my friend Jessie asked me to attend her wedding. I was both happy and sad, happy for Jessie because, after a few failed relationships, she was finally going to be happy but sad because I had lost my husband and daughter the previous year at the hands of a drunk driver. Four lives, three innocent and one not, gone just like that.I cried every day for months afterward and Jessie was right there with a kind word and a soft shoulder to try to ease my suffering. In time the anger faded as did the hurt but the loneliness never did. The nights alone in bed were the worst, my husband was an energetic and inventive lover and as much as I missed our lives outside the bedroom it was alone at night that I missed him the most. Jessie had even offered to help in that regard but, although I think we could have had a great time, I wasn’t into women.When I got to the wedding, I was surprised to learn that the only other single person there was Jessie’s twenty-year-old Cousin, David. He was great company, talking to me and making sure my glass was always full, he even asked me to dance when I looked at the couples on the floor. I’m not much of a drinker and when I do drink, I get pretty talkative, so looking back, I shouldn’t be surprised that I bared my grief and anguish to him.Once I started, I couldn’t stop, I told him everything about the accident, my shock and all the stages of grief that I had gone through so far. Through it all he held my hand and listened and he offered me his handkerchief (what twenty-year-old carries a handkerchief these days?) to wipe away my tears. When the DJ played a song that I told him my husband and I used to like to dance to, he took my hand and led me to the floor, holding me gently as we swayed. My tears stained the shoulder of his jacket as I sobbed.It felt so wonderful to be held close again. Oh sure, I enjoyed and endured many, many hugs over the past year but this felt different. At one point, I stopped crying long enough to look up at him and apologize for being such a downer. He wiped my cheek with his finger and smiled as he told me he was enjoying being with me and that he was happy to help in some small way. Then he kissed my forehead and pulled Sikiş hikayeleri my head back down to his shoulder.As we continued to sway, I pressed my hips forward. I hadn’t meant to do it, I just felt so comfortable in his arms that it happened without me thinking. I felt no sign of arousal from him. It was then I realized that he was built very much like my late husband, he had a similar height, weight and build, his hands were soft yet firm and when he held me it was with almost the same soft squeezing pressure.As the evening wore on, we talked and drank and he even made me laugh out loud a few times, something I had not done in a very long time. He was smart, funny and so very kind and I told him so.“Why has some young lady not snapped you up?” I asked.“Just haven’t found the right girl I guess,” was his reply. “Girls my age are just so shallow, so into themselves. It’s all caramel macchiatos and selfies, that’s not me.”“What is you,” I asked him, genuinely interested.“Books, peace and quiet, learning new things, old movies, enjoying the outdoors,” he said. “I’m a people watcher, I enjoy just sitting and watching people, imagining their lives. You can learn a lot about people just from paying attention.”“Like what?” I asked him.“Like you love flowers,” he said. “Your dress is a flower print, it’s lovely by the way, your perfume smells like roses, the way you stopped and touched almost every arrangement when you first came into the room.”“You noticed that?” I asked, very surprised.“I noticed you from the first moment I saw you,” he said. “You looked both happy and profoundly sad.” He squeezed my hand, “Now I know why.”I heaved a great sigh as I felt a wave of sadness wash over me but for the first time in a long time I suppressed it. “What else have you learned?” He continued.“I’ve learned that you loved your husband very much, as most wives do. You miss him terribly, not just for his love and his company but for the intimacy. I could tell by the way you held me as we danced, in particular to that one song, I think you were reminiscing about him.”“Wow, you have read me like a book,” I told him. “If I was fifteen years younger…” You see, the drink also makes me horny, something else I missed very, very much. Fingers and toys are no replacement for the human contact of the brush of a tongue along a sensitive spot or the exquisite pleasure of a firm cock sliding inside.“What difference does that make?” he asked. “Can I tell you something?”“Of course,” I answered.“I like you very much,” he said. “In fact, I am very attracted to you, not just physically but I think you are someone Erotik hikaye I would like to get to know better, Someone I would like to attend a play or go to a museum or walk on a beach with.”“I thought you were just being kind,” I said.“I was trying to be at first but then as I got to know you, all these things kept coming into my head. “He squeezed my hand and looked around. “Looks like it’s time to go.” I looked around and there were only four couples left and one of them was leaving.“Can I offer you a ride home?” he asked me. “You’ve had quite a bit to drink and I want you to get home safe.”“So have you,” she said, pointing to the seven beer glasses on the table.“I can go with you in a taxi, drop you off and then go home,” he said. It was at that moment that I knew I could not spend another night alone.“Or, you could stay at my place,” I suggested. I was as nervous as a virgin on prom night. What was I thinking? I had just met this man, this wonderful but much younger man and now I was inviting him to spend the night with me! He smiled at me and said nothing, taking my hand and leading me to the foyer to get my coat.I could feel the four pairs of eyes on me as we walked away from them, feel them judging me, except for one pair that I knew would be so happy for me. I put on my coat and then I stopped and turned, “We have to say good night,” I said.We walked hand in hand over to the bride and groom. I took Jessie in for a great big hug, ”Congratulations you two! I hope for nothing but good things for you both!” We hugged again, “And thank you for inviting me, this night might just have changed my life!” She smiled at me as broadly as she had smiled at any time that day.“I see you guys hit it off!” she said wickedly. “I hoped you guys would just be company for one another, I never dreamed this might happen!” She hugged me again. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”“Fortunately for me, that leaves me lots of room to play in!” I replied. I kissed Jessie’s red-painted lips, “Ask me again sometime!”“You know I will!” she said. I hugged James and thanked him as well. Then David and I held hands once more and we left.Our hands played with each other during the cab ride home, we snuggled together in the back seat and twice he turned my face towards his and he gave me the gentlest of kisses. Between the excitement of the moment and the copious amount of vodka I had consumed, I was getting more than a little turned on. It felt good to feel that natural warmth in my pussy again. I brushed my fingers along his zipper and, unlike when we were dancing earlier and his manhood responded. He leaned into me and whispered, “Are you sure we should be doing this?”I kissed his cheek, “I haven’t been this sure about anything in a very long time!” We kissed again, his tongue flicking forward to brush my lips for the first time and mine responding without conscious command from my brain.
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