Part - 9 Engaged
After sharing the news of my engagement with Sara, she was thrilled for me and, as my best friend, would be my maid of honor. I had high hopes for the wedding to be on the Fourth of July weekend, but that remained to be determined.
I packed and loaded my Toyota Corolla. I wore a blue halter top, a bra underneath, panties, and low-rise stretch cotton gym shorts. With my hair in a ponytail, I put on tennis shoes and headed out. The traffic was light on the highway, and I had the windows down.
On the drive to Grandma Stacy's ranch, I had time to reflect. So much had happened since that awful night with Alan and the subsequent events that led me to that fateful evening at the pool party where I met Wiley. It was Love at first sight, or at least the budding of that Love, which blossomed and consumed me.
My thoughts drifted to our sex. Oh lord, the sex! I was aroused thinking about it. This was so on like me. The sex with Wiley had given me a new sense of self sexually and a heightened libido, which I needed to suppress. Yeah, right; I giggled and thought so much for control. I was hot, wet, and needed relief. With my left hand on the wheel, I slipped my right into my shorts. My panties were soaked, and my labia slick with my juices. My hardened, sensitive nipples pressed against the restraint of the bra.
I knew I shouldn't drive in this state, so I looked for a place to pull over. Fortunately, there was a rest stop ahead. It was mid-morning, and except for a semi-truck, it was empty. I pulled up to the back side under a stand of oaks and parked.
My thoughts returned to Wiley, and I wished he were here. Then it occurred to me I could call him. What would he think? I hit his number in my contacts and placed the phone in the dash holder with it on speaker. I knew I must be out of my mind doing this.
After a couple of rings, he answered, "Hello, Sweet. Is everything ok?"
"I'm fine, Love. I was on the road heading to the ranch. I miss you and had a sudden need to hear your voice. I'm at a rest stop. Are you alone? You will need to be for this conversation."
Sounding slightly puzzled, he replied, "I'm at my parents. I can head up to my room. Why, what's up?"
"Well, I was driving thinking about us. I got aroused, and I couldn't keep the images of our sex out of my head." He cut me off.
"Hold on," he exclaimed, "I'm heading to my room." After a pause, "My god, Lily, so explain you are at a rest stop?"
"Yes, Honey," I giggled, "Like I was saying, I was aroused. I knew I shouldn't drive as I'm hot and wet. I tried to suppress it, but to no avail, and here I sit in need of relief. In a quandary as to my predicament, I wished you were here to help me. So I called as I needed to get myself off, but I wanted to share the moment. No one is around, and the only truck just pulled out."
I adjusted the seat back and looked around as I reached under my top and removed my bra, freeing my breasts. I slid my shorts and panties down. My pussy throbbed, and my engorged clit beckoned for attention. With one hand up under my blouse, I teased my breast, pinched and tugged my nipples. I ran a finger along my labia and, slick with my nectar, brought it to my lips and savored the taste and aroma.
I continued, "So I'm teasing myself and hope it's ok. I'm so horny for you, babe, only you. Tell me, Wiley, does it excite you? I picture your cock hard and throbbing in your hand."
"Oh my, Sweet, this is insane but so hot. Yes, talk to me."
"This won't take long. Love. I've removed my bra and am teasing my breasts under my top. My nipples are so excited as I pull and pinch them. Oh lord, it feels so good."
With my free hand, I slipped two fingers deep within, "I'm fingering my peach. Oh god, yes! Is your cock hard for me?"
I heard Wiley moan and utter, "Yes, sweet!"
"That's it, lover! I can picture your magnificent cock. Cum for me, I'm close. I've three fingers plunging in and out as I rub my clit."
Wiley responds, "Oh fuck, Lily, you insatiable slut, I'm going to cum!"
From the phone, I heard a guttural roar. I felt the heat rising from within. I curled my fingers up and rubbed my G-spot while I furiously fingered my clit. Sparks went off in my mind and body as the waves hit me. I writhed and bucked as I was on the precipice with no thought of the world around me.
I yell out, "Oh, yes! I'm cumming, Love. Oh god, yes!"
I'm lost in the throes, my body quivering. I'm brought back to earth when Wiley asks, "Sweet, you there?"
Catching my breath, I replied, "Yes, Love, Oh my, that was epic. God, I Love you! Thank you for indulging me. I know this was wild, even reckless," I giggled, "but what's a girl to do?"
"Sweet, you beguile me. Every moment with you is special. This was incredible, and I came so hard. I love our spontaneity. Let's never lose that. I can see a life full of Love and wonder with you as we take this journey together."
With that, we declared our Love and bid each other goodbye. I would call when I arrived safely at the ranch. I cleaned up in the restroom, and with a couple of hours to go, I hit the road.
It was mid-afternoon when I arrived at the ranch. I have many fond memories of the summers spent here. I noticed the horses grazing in the pasture. I caught sight of Bolt, though getting on in years, still looked fit and trim. I pulled over on the long driveway to the house. I got out and leaned on the fence post. To my amazement, Bolt whinnied and trotted up to me. He stuck his muzzle in my chest as I rubbed him. It had been a couple of years, but he remembered me.
Though it had been a while since I rode bareback, I climbed onto the upper rail of the fence and mounted him. I was thrilled as he reared up and took off. It had been too long since I rode, and I missed it. Holding on to his neck as he galloped, I felt one with him. I pulled back on his mane, and he slowed to a trot. I nudged him with my left leg to turn him back to my car. I dismounted, praised, and told him how much I missed him. Horses respond to your voice and understand more than you might think.
I drove on up to the house and parked by the barn. Grandma was waiting on the porch of her hundred-and-fifty-year-old two-story rock and cedar house, home to four generations of the Stacy family. It had been two years since Grandpa had passed, and I was anxious to see how she was doing.
"Lily, girl, it's been too long!" she exclaimed as I stepped onto the porch, and we hugged. She stepped back and looked me over. My, how you've grown into a beautiful young woman!" She giggled and said, "Almost as beautiful as me!"
I always loved her sense of humor. She always had a positive attitude toward life, and her vibrant personality brought smiles to all who knew her. To her point of being beautiful, She was and still is. I hope to look that good in my seventies.
I laughed and replied, "Lord, I've missed you, Grandma. I'm so glad to be here and have some wonderful news."
"Well, come sit while I get us some sweet tea. I want to hear all about how you've been."
I sat on the porch swing. Grandma returned shortly with two tall glasses and sat in her rocker.
"So, Lily, what's the news?"
"I've met a wonderful man, and we're in love. He proposed and I said yes." I showed her my engagement ring.
"Oh my goodness," she replied with a big smile. "That's a beautiful ring, and the emeralds match your eyes. I'm excited for you. I can tell from the glow on your face and the twinkle in your eyes that you are head over heels in Love. Now tell me all about it."
I took a big sip of the tea and told her the whole story. I could always talk to her, and she was never judgmental. I started with Alan and my encounters up to when I met Wiley and our whirlwind romance. I showed her the picture when I was dressed to the nines with Wiley at Chester's.
She remarked how handsome he was and that we looked good together. I brought up our concerns about the family's reaction. She told me she was twenty when she married Grandpa. It was against her parents' advice, but they eventually accepted. So do what your heart and mind tells you. What they think doesn't matter. She asked about our plans for the wedding.
I told her how, with her permission, I hope to have it here on Saturday during the Fourth of July weekend. All our family would already be here. If they agree, Wiley and his Family will join us. He is talking to them about it, and I should hear from him soon.
I looked at her, hopeful she was amenable to having the wedding here, and asked, "I know it's a lot to ask, but we would keep it simple. What do you think?"
"Oh, my dear, you can quit with the puppy dog eyes. Nothing would make me happier than to host my granddaughter's wedding."
I lept out of the swing and bent down to hug her. "Thank you, you've made me so happy. I love you, Grandma." We hugged and, along with the joy, we shed some tears. Such were the emotions we felt.
We sat silently for a while when she asked, "Now, have you spoken to your parents?"
"I was going to call and drive to the farm tomorrow to tell them. I would like you to come with me, and we can return here in the evening.'
Grandma said she would come with me, for it had been a while since she had been to the farm. With the evening approaching, she got up to start dinner. I told her I would call Wiley and then Mom and Dad.
Wiley picked up after a couple of rings. "Sweet, hello. I assume you made it."
"Yes, Love, I'm fine, though I was a bit naughty, wouldn't you agree?"
"Yes, you were. I must say you ambushed me with that call."
"I surprised myself, Love. I admit it was daring, and that was part of the thrill. In hindsight, It's not something I care to repeat. Thoughts of you arouse me, but I need to exercise restraint."
"Sweet, don't fret. It was erotic and fun. I've got good news. Though initially shocked and after a lengthy discussion, Mom and Dad are on board. My sister is ecstatic. I showed them our pictures, and they are impressed with you. They did bring up our youth but they trusted my judgment and could see the Love I have for you. I told them though we were married, we planned to finish college and obtain our degrees."
"Oh, Wiley, that's wonderful! Grandma Stacy is thrilled for me and agreed to host the wedding. I told her we would keep it simple, nothing extravagant. I'm calling my parents after we finish. Tomorrow, I'm heading home to fill them in. It's only an hour and a half drive. Grandma is going with me, and we will return here in the evening. So we agree on Saturday the fourth weekend?"
"That's the plan. We have a month to work out the details. I love you, Sweet."
"God, I'm so excited. I love you! I'll call you tomorrow evening."
As the wedding drew near, everything was coming together. Like Wiley's, my parents needed some convincing, but they acquiesced. My brother Jake would be there. He was leaving the Marines after four years and would take over running the ranch as Grandma was aging and could use the help. Between Wiley's family and mine, there would be around forty people.
Wedding Eve
When Sara arrived, it was now a day away. My nerves were on edge with anticipation. She was just what I needed. We embraced, and she stepped back, looked me over, and said, "You look a mess and obviously nervous, but not to worry. I'm here and my job is to ease your anxiety and prepare you for the big day."
I breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "I'm so glad you're here. It has been hectic. Grandma took my measurements and has been busy finishing my wedding gown. The fitting and adjustments will be made early tomorrow morning."
Wiley's family had arrived and had been shown the guest cabin. My parents, Sara, and I would stay in the house. As for the men, Jake, Wiley, and Wiley's older brother Mathew, his best man, would fend for themselves at the bunkhouse. It was agreed that Wiley would have to wait to see me till the start of the wedding. That night before the wedding, the men would slow-roast a side of beef over a spit with, I'm sure, plenty of beer to go around.
Overall, it would be an old-fashioned country wedding. The ceremony and reception would be outside, and the Pastor from Mom and Dad's church would preside.
Last but not least was the honeymoon. The ranch bordered Lake Ouachita, and the family had a lakeside cabin that Grandpa had renovated. Jake was there making it ready. We were to spend two nights.
We went for a ride. I was on Bolt, and Sara was on Shelly. I voiced a concern about the Honeymoon to Sara: "I want it to be special. After our night at the Carnall Inn, it would be hard to top that. Our honeymoon needs to be at least as memorable."
Sara replied, "Well, let's ride to the cabin and look it over. We can think about it on the way."
We arrived at the cabin. It was mid-afternoon, and the sun shimmered off the lake. It was secluded, and the setting was beautiful. Jake was loading up his tools in the ATV he rode here on.
He waved and greeted us, "Hello, you two. What brought you up here?"
We dismounted and tethered the horses. Jake gave us both a big hug. Sara replied, "We wanted a peak at the cabin. Lily and I want to share some ideas for her special night."
I smiled and noticed the flower beds had been replanted with an assortment of brightly colored blooms. A banner hung over the front door that read, 'Welcome Newlyweds Aaron and Lily.' I looked at Jake and asked, "You did all this?"
He smiled, "Yes, and more inside. Nothing is too good for my baby sister. So go on in and check it out. I'm heading back to join the men and meet Wiley." He chuckled and said, "I need to see if he is a stand-up guy and understands the consequences if he doesn't do right by you." That said, he started the ATV and headed back.
We entered the cabin and were amazed. It was large, fully furnished, and had an open floor plan with a full kitchen. The kitchen faced the lake with sliding glass doors that opened to a large rear deck and a whirlpool tub. The main room was highlighted with a rock fireplace. Two bedrooms shared a full bath with a neo-angled glass shower. Both bedrooms had queen beds, and one also opened to the deck. That one had a canopied poster bed adorned with laurel garlands.
Sara and I agreed it was a perfect romantic setting. We checked the fridge. It was well-stocked with food and drink, including two bottles of Ruinart Rose Champagne. Whoever got those knew what we drank that evening at the Inn. Someone had to have talked to Wiley.
We grabbed a couple of bottled water and sat at the counter. We exchanged ideas and agreed on a plan to add some extra spice to the wedding night nuptials. We would bid farewells and leave the reception on the ATV.
Sara and Jake would slip away from the reception and meet us at the bunkhouse. Jake would deliver Wiley to the cabin with instructions to await my arrival at the threshold. Sara would aid me in preparation for my appearance.
We returned from our ride. My parents had arrived. Grandma had prepared a light meal, which Wiley's family attended. We all gathered around the table. I introduced my mom, Mary, and my dad, John, along with Sara, to Wiley's mother, June, his Father, Ben, and his sister, Mary. I was thrilled to meet them and hoped I made a good impression. They greeted me warmly and said they were looking forward to me joining the family.
We chatted after dinner. I had finished my second glass of wine and excused myself, citing the need for sleep before tomorrow's big day. Wishing everyone well, I headed up to my room.
I entered the bathroom to wash my hair and bathe, wanting to be clean and fresh for the wedding. Sara had asked if I had thought about anal sex. Though not for everybody, Sara assured me it would be a memorable experience with proper preparation.
I was apprehensive, for we had never broached anal sex, but I wanted to be prepared. This was my gift to Wiley. If he so desired, I would not deny him. Sara had provided me with an enema kit and an anal plug. I used the kit to cleanse my ass and wasn't thrilled with the process. When I finished, it was an experience I wasn't sure I wanted to repeat.
I showered, washed my hair, and shaved, giving extra attention to my pubes, wanting to be bald and silky smooth. I rinsed and applied body oil to my mons. The oil ran down my labia and ass, so naturally, my fingers followed.
My arousal was immediate as they slipped into my slick folds. I teased my anal ring and pressed a finger into my ass slowly. It was a strange sensation but not wholly unpleasant. I had to relax to loosen up my sphincter to allow penetration. The lube aided me as I was able to work one and then two fingers in my well-oiled ass. I felt so naughty and shuddered with arousal. I began to plunge my fingers in and out. I felt my pussy throb, and my juices flowed. I ran my free hand down my slick labia and rubbed my clit. Oh, fuck, What a sight I must have been in the shower as I succumbed to my carnal need. Barely able to suppress yelling out, my body spasmed as I climaxed. I slid down the shower wall as the waves hit me, and I writhed in the throes on the shower floor.
That was incredible, I thought as I regained my senses. I stood and stepped out of the shower. On the shelf by the sink were the anal plug and lube. Oh my, it was much bigger than my two fingers. I picked it up and applied the lube to it. My ass was still well lubricated. I bent over with one leg up on the tub, and there was some pain and discomfort as the bulbous part stretched and penetrated my anal ring. Slowly, it entered and, with a plop, was in. The pain and discomfort diminished after awhile as my anal cavity accepted the intrusion.
I was slick with lube and cum. I cleaned up with a hot, wet washcloth and soap. I needed to relax, so I ran a lilac-scented bath. With a glass of wine, I relaxed in the tub, thinking about the wedding. Morning couldn't come soon enough. The soak did the trick, and I nearly nodded off. I exited the tub, dried, and wrapped a towel around me. I made it to bed and was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
I awoke to the alarm and headed to the bathroom to do my business and remove the plug. I cleaned up with a hot, soapy washcloth, rinsed and dried. I heard a knock on the door. It was Sara with a smile and a welcome mug of coffee.
It was a glorious morning and a whirlwind of activity. The wedding arch Jake had built was adorned with red and white carnations. Grandma had hired a wedding planner to provide music and help with the setup. A temporary dance floor had been laid out. Seats were set up for the ceremony, facing the arch and tables for the wedding cake and the food the caterer delivered. The side of beef was done, and the caterer would prep it for the meal.
Grandma, Mom, and Sara fussed over me. My hair, which I had let grow out, reached my lower back and was brushed and curled. My makeup was light, with green eye shadow, eyeliner, red lip gloss, and red nail polish on my manicured fingernails. My lingerie was a white satin half bra, panty, and a lace garter mid-thigh.
I put on the wedding gown, and with a few minor adjustments, it was beautiful. It was elegant in its simplicity and accentuated my curves. It was full-length white satin and lace with a slight flare from the waist. It had an open back, shoulder straps, and a v-cut front, which tastefully exposed my breasts. I wore the green emerald pendant and earring set that Grandma had given me. The pendant lay nicely just above my cleavage.
I slipped into white heels, looked in the mirror, and squealed delightfully. I did a pirouette as Grandma, Sara, and Mother looked on. I turned and embraced Grandma Stacy. "It's beautiful, Grandma. I will forever treasure it. Thank you for all the work and love it took to make it. I feel like a princess!"
My mother had tears in her eyes as I turned to hug her. As we embraced, she said, "Oh, Lily, my baby girl has grown into a beautiful young woman. I'm so proud of you and wish you nothing but happiness with your husband Wiley." She kissed me on the cheek.
"Thank you. I love you, Moma!" I replied.
Turning to hug Sara, I struggled to control my emotions and fight back the tears. She had poured us all a glass of wine. Handing me mine and a tissue, she said, "Now, none of that. Dab those eyes. Those tears will mess up your makeup. Drink up, they're ready for us."
The Wedding
There I stood, arm-in-arm with my Father. I was a barefoot bride. I had to lose the heels as they stuck in the lawn. I was looking up the aisle between the two rows of seating. Brides, family, and guests are on the right, and Grooms are on the left. At the arch stood Wiley and Mathew on the left and Sara to the right. Wiley looked so handsome in the tuxedo, and his adoration at the sight of me sent shivers through me. I felt beautiful, and his expression confirmed it. I truly felt like a Princess about to marry her Prince.
The string quartet played the first notes of Mendelssohn's Wedding March. This was it, and I couldn't have been happier as my Father walked me down the aisle. I heard the oohs and aahs of the guest, but I only had eyes for Wiley. The smile on his face and the sparkle in his eyes as Dad presented me were a testament to his Love for me, which I had no doubt.
Without thinking, I embraced and kissed him passionately, taking him by surprise. When the kiss broke, It occurred to me that I was supposed to wait till the end to kiss as husband and wife.
Sara giggled and said, "Down, girl!"
I stepped back, "Sorry," I uttered, which caused quite a few chuckles from the audience.
Wiley laughed and replied, "I'm not."
We turned to face the amused pastor as he smiled at us.
"Please be seated, and thank you. Friends, family, and loved ones, we come together today, in the sight of the divine and of you as witnesses, to join William Benjamin Davis and Lily Ann Stacy in marriage. We gather around them now in this wonderful place, and we look on with love and hope as these two begin their new life together as one."
"William and Lily, are you ready to proclaim that foundation of love for one another in the sight of the heavens and these witnesses."
We replied, "Yes, we do."
"William, do you take Lily to be your lawfully wedded wife? Will you honor and cherish her; love, trust, and commit to her through joy and pain, sickness and health, and whatever life may throw at you both until death do you part?"
Wiley replied, "I do."
"Lily, do you take Wiliam to be your lawfully wedded husband? Will you honor and cherish him, love, trust, and commit to him through joy and pain, sickness and health, and whatever life may throw at you both until death do you part?"
I replied, "Yes, I do."
"At this time, William and Lily will recite their vows and will exchange rings. The wedding ring is a symbol of binding. A symbol of attachment and belonging, not of possession, but of partnership. William, you may begin, and Lily will follow."
Mathew handed Wiley the ring. Wiley took hold of my left hand and slipped the ring on my finger as he recited the vow. Our eyes locked on each other. At that moment, it was just the two of us.
"Lily, with this ring, I promise to love, respect, and commit to you my whole life. I promise to be there for you when you need me, to be honest and faithful to you and you alone, and to walk through life together as one."
When finished, he leaned down, kissed my hand, and said, "I love you, Sweet!"
I'm lost in the moment, and my heart a flutter. Sara giggles and nudges me, "Lily, are you with us.?"
"Oh yes!" I replied as she handed me the ring. I held Wiley's hand and recited the vow as I slipped the ring on his finger.
"Wiley, with this ring, I promise to love, respect and commit to you my whole life. I promise to be there for you when you need me, to be honest and faithful to you and you alone, and to walk through life together as one. I love you, Wiley."
"Wiliam and Lily, turn and face those who came to witness your joining in holy matrimony. Having proclaimed your love and commitment to one another in the eyes of these loved ones, and with the power vested in me by the church and the state of Arkansas, I am so happy to pronounce you husband and wife." With a chuckle and a wink at me, he said, "Now, you may kiss!"
As the gathering cheered and applauded, I nearly knocked Wiley over as I leaped into his arms. Our mouths met, and his lips were so sweet. My love for him overwhelmed me. The heat of our passion for each other was palpable.
The pastor announced, "Thank you all so much for joining us in this special moment in William's and Lily's life! They have asked that you join them for the reception."
We walked down the aisle to join the reception and received congratulations from family and friends. My thoughts weren't on the reception but on the cabin, anxious to consummate our marriage. Sara had wisely suggested that I wear a panty liner, for I was already wet in anticipation of making love to my lover and now husband, Wiley.
Sara and Jake excused themselves to the cabin for final preparations as planned. Wiley and I would bid farewell upon their return and begin our honeymoon.
The beautiful white wedding cake was three-tiered. It was vanilla cake frosted with white fondant. The border was edged with buttercream green leaves and red roses. The topper was a couple in wedding dress with an arch adorned with green laurel and white and red carnations. It looked just like the one Jake built. When asked about the resemblance, he said he built the arch using a photo of the topper.
With Wiley's hand on mine, I held the knife to cut the first slice from the bottom tier. As was the tradition, we fed each other the first bite to cheers from the crowd. The caterer took over the serving.
The reception was in full swing. I did the bridal bouquet toss and foregoed the garter removal. I wanted that special moment just between us.
It was time for our first dance. It dawned on us that we hadn't been together long enough to have a favorite love song. We asked the quartet. The violinist, Julia, a young woman, suggested Endless Love, which we both knew and liked. They had an instrumental arrangement and said it was a popular wedding choice. Julia invited everyone to gather and asked the bride and groom to center stage for the first dance.