When he pulls out of me, I feel empty and fulfilled at the same time. I cannot move from my spot as he peels himself off of me and begins untying my ankles and rubbing life back into them. He picks me up, carries me into the bathroom, turns on the water, and steps inside with me snuggled up in his arms.
Legend
She is cuddled up next to me as we plan our wedding tomorrow. Every time she moves her hand, the ring catches the light and her attention, and she spends at least five minutes admiring it. “So we’ll just tell them we’re having dinner, and then boom, we announce our wedding,” I tell her. We plan on going to get the license in the morning. Even though there is a one-day waiting period, we are still going to have the ceremony and the next day the officiant will sign the paper.
“We better call your mother,”
“No,” she says instantly. She and I have talked briefly about her mom, but she never really went into detail about her and her mother’s relationship. I know for some people getting married and not knowing everything about what happened between them is crazy, but I feel like that is something that we can deal with together. I know her, and that is what matters.
“Shannon, she’s your mother.”
“No, she is the person who gave birth to me. My dad died when I was a young girl from a brain aneurysm while he was at work. My mother never worked. My dad took care of us and even in death he took care of us with the life insurance policy but my mother burned through that pretty fast and began looking for a new benefactor. And that’s when she met Derrick, a pretty well-off guy who swooped in to take care of my damsel in distress mother. Things were okay for a while until puberty hit, and I went from being mistaken for a boy to being mistaken for a grown woman. The change in my body was too drastic to not be noticeable, and Derrick definitely noticed. It started as hugs were held too long, innocent brushes when he was near me, all accidental, of course until it wasn’t. My mother was too busy spending his money to notice, but one day, she walked in while he had his hand down my pants, and he said I was being a cock tease and forced his hand in my pants. My mother walked over and backhanded me for being a man-stealing slut, even though I was all of sixteen years old and Derrick was in his fifties. After that, I was forced to stay in my room. That only whores made men’s dicks hard. That I was just trying to stroll my teenage pussy around so I could steal her husband. One day, I came home, and all of my clothes had been replaced with oversized, shapeless clothing. So, I wouldn’t be a whore in front of my teachers. She drilled it into my head that sex was strictly for procreation and nothing more. Only the loose women enjoy sex. It took years to change my mentality concerning sex, so no, the only family I need at our wedding is Trinitee,” she concludes. That explains so much why, even though she claims she isn’t into the lifestyle, she really is.
“Well, then fuck her,” I say because no matter what, I will always have her back. She starts laughing.
“When I thought about my wedding, it never crossed my mind that it would be like this,” she says, making figure eights on my chest. I sit up, dragging her with me.
“Baby, I know I am being impatient, but more than anything, I want to make you happy, so whatever you want to do I am okay with that. If you want to wait and plan a big wedding, do a destination wedding, hell, even get married in outer space, I will make it happen for you all you have to do is ask.”
“The wedding may not be happening how I envisioned it, but the husband is more than I ever hoped to dream about, so big wedding, destination wedding or no wedding, as long as I am married to you by the end is all I care about,” she says and I fall in love with her a little bit more. I understand the sacrifice she is making doing this for me, so I will give her her dream wedding if it’s the last thing I ever do.
“I feel the same, Shannon. Since we are on the same wavelength, we better get some sleep we have a big day tomorrow,” I tell her, pulling her to me as I lay us both down and fall asleep with her in my arms.
I check my reflection in the mirror, making sure I am ready for tonight. Once Shannon and I woke up this morning, we were on the move, getting the license, food, decorations, and outfits, and I wanted to have a photographer to commemorate the special occasion. The chef has the house smelling wonderful, and I am anxious to see Shannon’s outfit for tonight. The house looks amazing, and the only thing missing is our family and being pronounced husband and wife.
“Heya, handsome,” I hear from behind me.
“God damn,” I say when I get a look at Shannon. The black one-piece strapless top, pants suit fits her perfectly. She has her hair pinned up, and her make-up is the no make-up make-up look that is so popular. Personally, I like her with no make-up on, she is a natural beauty and needs nothing to accentuate her beauty. “Stunning, baby, I am truly speechless,” I tell her, trying to take in everything about her at once. “Is that?” I begin to ask when I am standing in front of her.
“You like it?” she asks.
“Even today, Shannon?”
“Especially today.”
“You collared yourself, Shannon?”
“Do you like it?” she asks, running her hand along the black leather collar sitting firmly around her neck.
“That’s not how that works, Shannon,”
“It’s how it works for me.”
“You’re such a fucking brat, and I am not one of the slacked-back jellyfish men you used to date. You are definitely getting punished tonight,” I say and she is grinning from ear to ear.
“Promises, promises. And I wouldn’t be marrying a slack-back jellyfish,” she says, and the doorbell cuts her off. “Show time,” she says, bouncing out of the room. She is so fucking hardheaded, I think with a smile as I follow her out of the room. Kruze and Trinitee picked our parents up on the way, so everyone who we wanted to be here was here. I hug my parents and my brother and his wife.
“I really am going to steal this chef away from you,” Kruze says once we are all seated and eating. My parents remarked on the house and were happy to see Shannon again and be with both their children.
It is a wonderful night being with my family. It is something I am determined to do more of, and I know from the look on his face that Kruze is thinking the same thing. We are enjoying dessert when the bell rings, “Expecting another guest, brother?” Kruze asks.
“Actually, yeah, we are,” I answer, getting up to open the door for the officiant.
“Who is this?” my mother asks.
“This is Judge Fisher, a friend of a friend, and he’s come here tonight so he can marry Shannon and me,” I tell the room. “Come here, baby,” I tell her, immediately she walks to me, and I place the ring back on her finger. “I asked Shannon to marry me last night, and she said yes, and because I am an inconsiderate and impatient bastard, I convinced her to marry me tonight, and Judge Fisher is kind enough to officiate our nuptials for us.” The screams, and shocked gasps fill the room at my declaration. Our family comes over to hug us and scold us simultaneously. “Are you two ready?”
“We are,” Shannon and I answer together. So that’s how Shannon and I got married, standing in my living room, surrounded by the people we love the most, and it doesn’t get any better than that. It took all of twenty minutes for us to be legally bound for life. We celebrate until the sun breaks the horizon.