The wedding went off without a hitch. Cynthia’s mania for detail paid off handsomely. We performed our steps in concert with her desires. There must have been two hundred attendees, all dressed in their Sunday finest. When the pastor finally declared Cynthia and Kevon as “man and wife”, she grabbed my friend and shoved her tongue so far down his throat I thought he might choke. This caused a ripple of laughter in the church. When Cynthia came up for air, she had that “I got him now!!” look that women get when their long elusive prey has finally been corralled.
I almost felt sorry for him.
We paired off and exited the sanctuary, followed by the crowd. The newly minted Mr. and Mrs. Kevon Simpson stood outside and shook everyone’s hand. Their reception was set to be held in a conference room at the Sheraton (perhaps the very same room with my cum stains on the carpet. I wasn’t sure.).
After most of the guests left the members of the wedding party re-entered the church sanctuary to take wedding photos. This last bit took the better part of an hour, with Cynthia meticulously posing every photo. I held Nicole’s hand throughout. She finger-palmed me at every opportunity. Lisa looked on with a measure of disgust.
“It’s a SAMPLE, Nikki. It’s not a SHARE.”
Somehow I felt queasy about this concept. I’d definitely been ‘shared’ that morning in my hotel room. To me, there’s a very fine line between fucking a pussy and cumming in that same pussy. Did Lisa expect me to fuck Nicole upon demand? Because I certainly could get used to that dynamic.
I’ll be honest, ladies. Fucking Nicole took something away from my obsession for Lisa. Early in every relationship, the idea of oneness is the driving factor for longevity. Young couples build a set of great experiences early on. It is the memory of these good times that tide couples thru the bad times to come. So it’s important to stockpile as many good experiences as possible. These good experiences are money in that bank when the “he/she gets on my LAST nerve” heebee-jeebies inevitably creep in.
Two days in and I’m sharing the best part of my relationship with two women. Did I say ‘share’? I meant to say ‘sample’.
You might say, “Fella, youse a fool. You get to fuck two women who want to fuck all day, every day, non-stop? And you’re complaining?”
I’m not complaining. I’m saying that I’m putting all my eggs in two baskets. This will result in fewer eggs in each basket. I can’t have both baskets going forward. I’m going to end up with a basket that has half as many eggs as I want.
After fucking Nicole last night, I feel as if I like Lisa less than I did yesterday. I can’t explain it. It just is. I’m a guy. I’m going to get used to fucking Nicole. One day, I’m going to want her to suck my dick. I’m a guy. WTF. When Lisa complains, my balls are going to swell up and I’m going to put her in her place.
“You suggested this shit. Now deal with it.”
Little did I know that the situation would get worse.
At the wedding reception, we were all having a good time. The DJ broke out some hits we recalled from college. I danced with Lisa, then Jennie, then Nicole, then Cynthia. We all did the Electric Slide. When the time came for me to dance with Teralynn she whispered in my ear, “Meet me upstairs in ten.”
I haven’t said much about Teralynn. Freshman year, we came THIS close to being a thing. One night after the Krimson and Kreme Ball (K! A! PSI? I said-a PHI NU PI!!) we found ourselves in each other’s arms. We kissed and kissed and kissed. Nothing came of it. In the morning, we kinda looked embarrassed at each other. I had the hots for her. She was a church girl from Dallas and a little inexperienced. Somehow we fell onto the “let’s be friends” track and never moved off it. Suffice to say we’d become the best of friends. We could be crass with one another. She had a great sense of humor. I trusted her like a sister. More, I loved her like a sister.
So when she invited me up to her room, I was certain there was an issue she wanted to discuss, an issue she didn’t want shared with the fellas just yet. She knew about Lisa and me. I thought this clandestine meetup might be an expression of her concerns about Lisa. Terry always had my best interests at heart.
Teralynn slipped from the reception unnoticed. I asked Lisa to dance. During our time on the floor, I whispered that I needed to step out for a few minutes. I’d be back. Lisa whispered that she wanted us to be alone after the reception. She wanted to go to the Hilton and leave Nicole at the Sheraton. I smiled in agreement.
So I get upstairs to Terry’s room. She lets me in. She’s kinda muddlin’ around with her hands behind her back. I could see she’s got something on her mind.
She broke the ice: “How’re you and Lisa getting along?”
“Good, good. There’s a couple things I’m having an issue with but, you know, there’s always that.”
“She’s got that snapper and all…” Lisa observed.
She’d mentioned Lisa’s ‘snapper’ yesterday. Mentioning it today seemed kind of disingenuous. I was immediately suspicious.
“We’re compatible, yes.” I said.
She seemed to sigh a little.
“Terry, what is it? You’re not going to tell me she’s a man or anything like that?”
“No, no. I met her the same day you did. I don’t have anything bad to say about her.”
“Well? What is it? You didn’t drag me up here to rehash the Lisa situation.?”
“No, Artie. I…”
I waited. Clearly, there was something on her mind.
“Artie, you remember that time when we were freshmen, after the Krimson and Kreme Ball? What happened there?”
I was shocked. I’d often thought about that night. She and I had never discussed it. Now it was my turn to be flummoxed.
“I… I… I thought you just wanted to be friends.”
“I thought that, too, Artie. But, you know, things went from one thing to another and we DID get to be great friends. BEST friends.”
I smiled. We were on the same page.
“Artie, when I heard that you and Jeannie had broken up, I was hoping to meet you here and talk to you about it.”
“Oh, Terry. We had a big fight. We’d been drifting toward it for a while. It just turned out that we didn’t need one another.”
“I liked Jeannie,” she mentioned.
“I know,” I said.
“But I like you better,” she continued.
“I know,” I said.
“No, Artie. I don’t think you do. I came here to attend Kevon’s wedding. But I also came here to see you.”
I was getting an inkling that this conversation was not what I’d expected. I withheld comment.
“Artie, when I found out that you and Lisa were already a thing, I was disappointed. I was hoping….”
“Hoping what?” I asked.
“I was hoping that we could talk. And... maybe… work something out.”
“Are you saying…?”
“Yes, Artie. That’s what I’m saying.”
Now I was legitimately confused. A man and woman can be great friends… AFTER they have sex. Until that time, sex is always the elephant in the room. Terry and I had never had sex. And if I had a choice of someone to have sex with, it would have been her. She knew this. I did not know the vice versa. Here she was telling me the vice versa.
The other consideration is that sex is the ruination of friendship. Once dick goes into pussy, all bets are off. There are heightened expectations, disappointments, heartbreaks, misunderstandings and arguments. I didn’t want that for Terry and me. I couldn’t afford to lose her as a friend. And now my dick is saying, “Yeh, but… yeh, but…”
I wanted to tell her all this. But I could see in her eyes that she’d considered each and every angle already. She knew me well.
“Do you really want to fuck up our friendship?” I asked.
“I dunno, Artie. I just know that I couldn’t continue without telling you how I felt.”
“How DO you feel?” I asked.
She stepped to me, reached up and slipped her tongue into my mouth. There was no strained breathing, no surreptitious humping, no groping at my belt. Just a pure, unadulterated kiss. It was the same kiss I’d fallen in love with eight years before. She reached up to stroke my cheek with her left hand. When she stepped back, I was in love again… for the second time that week.